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"Why, it's a very beautiful place, Jimpny." "Yes, sir, to look at; but as soon as you go into the woods to find fruit there's things flies at you, and every now and then in the night there's a great bull roaring thing that makes a horrid noise." "Indeed!" said the major, exchanging glances with Mark. "Yes; something dreadful, sir." "Ah, well! we needn't talk about that now," said the major.
The man pointed again toward where a long low point ran out into the lagoon, fringed with luxuriant growth, but nothing more was visible. "There, I thought as much!" cried Mark as he saw his mother coming up, followed by Mrs O'Halloran, and Mary with them, the latter running on in advance. "What's the matter, Mark?" she cried as she came up and then, "Oh, Mr Jimpny, how you have got scratched!"
"About six miles," he replied. "Look here, Jimpny, we must wait here now. You go on and warn my father, and they'll come back with the boat." "I shall be better soon," said Mary; but there was such a look of exhaustion in her eyes that Mark knew she would not be able to proceed, and he signed to the man to go on. The stowaway looked at him blankly, and he repeated his orders.
But this part of the daily work was the only one which was distasteful to the men. "You see, Mr Mark, sir, it's like this here," said Billy. "Me and my monkey's as happy here as the day's long, and so's my mates; for now, as Mr Morgan and Stowaway Jimpny and t'other chap's strong as horses again, what we says is this here, what call is there for us to want to get back to London town?"
Now, my lads, we've nearly won. Two men to go with me below." The captain sprang down, followed by Billy Widgeon and Jimpny, while, as the men cheered and went on pumping, Mark ran to the cabin to return with spirits to revive the exhausted men. It was a good idea, followed out by Mrs Strong and the major's wife, who handed refreshments to all the men in turn.
Please call for help." "Ahoy, there!" shouted a familiar voice. "What are you doing, Mark?" "Trying to help this man, father." "Here, Jimpny," shouted the captain, "get up, sir. Don't hang in the rigging there like that." The man moaned, and only clung the closer.
He came to the conclusion that it would be Small, and at times he almost fancied that he heard the distant murmur of the boatswain's deep rough voice. Then came another flash more vivid than ever. And this time it was as he turned in the direction where Jimpny lay sleeping.
Mark explained all this to comfort his companions as they tramped wearily on, and he had been successful in his efforts, giving comfort to his own mind as well, when it was swept away at a stroke, for Jimpny crept close up to him and laid his hand upon his arm. "I say, Mr Mark, sir," he said in a whisper, "do you expect to meet them all as they comes back?" "Yes."
But the darkness seemed to trouble no one else, for after saying a few words about its being a shame and that he could never forget it, Jimpny fell off at once into a deep sleep, his hard breathing telling its own tale; while Bruff and Jacko obtained a delicious couch by scratching away some of the dry sand and making pillows of the birds.
There was a laugh among the crew, and at a word from the mate they would have been ready to pitch the miserable object overboard. "What is your name?" said the captain. "Jimpny, sir. David Jimpny." "Pretty name for a Christian man," said the mate; and the crew all laughed. "What have you been?" said the captain. "Anything, sir. No trade. Been out o' work, sir, and half starved and faint."
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