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Come along, and keep well in among the trees. Bruff, to heel, sir! You, Jimpny, lead the monkey." "Yes, Mr Mark, sir; but hadn't I better get a gun?" "Yes, of course," cried Mark eagerly, and together they ran into the officers' quarters, to come forth again, armed to the teeth, to where the ladies were waiting on the sand. "Where is Mrs O'Halloran?" cried Mark, for she had disappeared.
David Jimpny, who had grown to be one of the strongest and healthiest looking of the men there, proved still to be one of the most useless as far as helping in matters nautical. But in anything relating to trips inland he was invaluable.
"That does not help us, sir," said the captain bitterly. "I want to know where they are." "Matches did you say matches?" cried a highly-pitched voice; and Jimpny dropped his bucket and started forward. "Back to your work!" cried one of the men, but the captain stopped him. "Yes, matches, my man," he said, for there was a faint hope that Jimpny might know something.
"Ah! would you?" cried the major as Jack chattered fiercely upon the bird being taken from him, and then retreated behind Bruff. "I'll carry those, sir," said Jimpny. "I'll take that too. Would you lend me a handkychy or a bit o' string, Mr Mark, sir, to tie their legs together, and then I can carry the lot over my shoulder, some before and some behind."
"Try and make them, then," said Mark, who felt repelled by the man's servile manner. "That's just what I'm agoin' to do, sir," said the man, speaking with the most villainous of low London accents. "What did you say was your name?" "David, sir; David Jimpny. He won't bite, will he, sir?" "No. Here, Bruff, leave that alone and come here."
The rope tightened and there was a tremendous strain upon the man's chest, while, by a dexterous snatch, Small jerked one of the clinging hands free and thrust Jimpny off the shroud, making him swing round in the air, and this helped to jerk the other hand from its grip. "Now you have him. Down he goes." It was all so rapidly done that it took Mark's breath away.
"How how how how!" burst out Bruff, and shaking his head free he leaped out, followed by Mark and the major, to confront their spear-armed enemy, about whom the dog was leaping and fawning. "Why, Jimpny," cried Mark, "is this you?" as he caught the stowaway's hand. "You scoundrel!" roared the major.
"How long did you have to wait?" asked Mark, who felt guilty at having been to sleep. "Six hours at least," said the captain. "It must be very nearly morning. How is Jimpny?" "He has been fast asleep all the time." "Well, then, we will not wake him," said the captain. "It is so intensely dark that we shall have difficulty in getting him home, and it can't be very long to-day."
Mrs Strong and the major's wife had hardly comprehended what was wrong before they were hurried in among the trees, Jimpny following, limping and still breathing hoarsely. "I was up up the side of the mountain," he panted, "when I I saw them coming. There's three boats."
He had got up about a dozen ratlines while his imagination had painted all that picture for him, and the result was that he set his teeth hard and went on climbing, but thoroughly realising the while how it was David Jimpny, the miserable stowaway, had lost his nerve, and was now clinging above him in that absurd attitude, with his legs stuck through between the shrouds.
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