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"Probably he meant none of ours," I explained ironically. "He was going to wait till you'd got the treasure and then put you in a boat near the coast," Gallagher added. Neidlinger spat sulkily at a knot in the floor. His eyes would not meet mine. It was a fair guess that he was no hardened mutineer, but had been caught in a net through lack of moral backbone.
But at what point would they revolt? I could not let little Jimmie go through the pain I had undergone. The boy gave a sobbing cry of relief when he saw me and tried to break away to my side. He was flung on the table just as I had been. Gallagher looked at me imploringly while Bothwell fitted the cubes. Neidlinger stole a step nearer. His fingers were working nervously.
Neidlinger could be trusted now, and neither Higgins nor Gallagher would go far astray without a leader. But both the engineers had known of Bothwell's plans from the first. If I could have foreseen what effect the desertion of our second engineer was to have upon the expedition I would not have taken his disappearance so easily.
The Slav gave a slight pressure and Jimmie howled. Crouched like a panther, Neidlinger flung himself upon his chief and bore him back to the wall. Bothwell, past his first surprise, lashed out with a straight left and dropped the man. Simultaneously Gallagher closed with him, tripping Bothwell so that the two went down hard together.
Judging from what Smith said the men were very down-hearted and in vicious spirits. They were ready to bite at the first hand in reach, after the manner of trapped coyotes. "How many of them are there?" I asked. "Let's see. There's the two Flemings, sir, and Gallagher, and the cook, and Neidlinger, and Mack, but he won't last long." "Do you think they're likely to hurt the boy?"
After a moment's consideration he accepted it. "Very good, Mr. Sedgwick. Have Gallagher, Neidlinger, and Higgins freed. See that they clean the ship up till she is fresh as paint." The first thing we did was to gather the bodies of the poor fellows who had fallen in the struggles for the ship. Blythe read the burial service before we sank the weighted corpses into the sea.
Neidlinger crawled forward on hands and knees to help his partner. Shaking off the grip of the irresolute men holding me, I was in time to seize George Fleming, who had run forward to aid the captain. From the hatchway a crisp order rang out. "Back there, Fleming!" I turned. Blythe and Yeager were standing near the foot of the ladder; behind them Alderson, Smith, Morgan, and Philips.
He has written two operas, one of them having been produced by the Bostonians. Mr. Neidlinger builds his songs upon one guiding principle, that is, faithfulness to elocutionary accent and intonation. As he neatly phrases it, his songs are "colored sketches on a poet's engravings." The usual simplicity of Mr.
I'll give you two to one, Jack, that before an hour is up you'll see a delegation to the captain." He was right. As Sam stepped down from the bridge, having turned the wheel over to Alderson, he was approached timidly by Neidlinger and Gallagher. Higgins, in partial payment for his share in the revolt, was taking a turn at shoveling coal in the stifling furnace room.
Harry Fleming had turned away so as not to see what would follow. "Mr. Sedgwick, what are they going to do with me?" the frightened little fellow called in terror. Bothwell took the lad's fingers in his. I opened my lips to surrender and closed them again. Neidlinger had drawn still another step nearer. The big blond Scandinavian had reached his limit.
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