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"I've got a line and baits," I said, speaking as if I had not noticed that anything was wrong, though I felt sure that the doctor and Mr Preddle had been there in my absence. "You can take them back," said Mr Denning, shortly, "I shall not fish to-day." Miss Denning turned round quickly. "John dear!" she whispered, and she gave him a piteous look.
For then I was trying to learn my duties, studying up a little navigation, helping Mr Preddle with his fish that were to stock the New Zealand rivers with trout, and attending to Mr Denning.
"What's to be done?" said Mr Preddle, mildly. "Hadn't you better speak to them, Mr Brymer?" "I feel as if I can only speak by deputy," he replied, and he raised his pistol, "by this. But I don't like firing until the last extremity." "I'll speak to them," said Mr Frewen. "Very well; but get well out of reach. They will not be so merciful as we are."
"Yes, sir, and them too. But beg pardon, sir," growled Bob Hampton; "I mean you, sir, Mr Preddle, sir, are you sure as you loaded the gun?" "Yes, quite. With one of these cartridges," and he went to a box, out of which he took one with the ball fitted in its place by means of a couple of tin bands. "That's right, sir; but did you ram it home?" "Yes, hard."
"There is so much heat there that an immense body of steam must be rising, and that will help to extinguish the fire." "Then I am doing some good, sir?" "Good? Yes; you are winning the fight. I must get back now, and relieve Mr Preddle. I left him and the doctor pumping."
"Is anything the matter?" came in a loud whisper. "Oh lor'! Here I goes," groaned Bob Hampton. "No, no; it's all right," I whispered. "That was only Mr Preddle." "I thought it was Frenchy, sir." "Hush! No, nothing wrong. Help come," whispered Mr Frewen. "Wait!" Then coming back to the window "Now, Hampton, what can you suggest?" "Well, sir, I've been thinking that if you gents Pst!"
"Wind going to hold good, Bob?" I said, moving off. "Arn't seen the clerk o' the weather this mornin', sir, so can't say." "Jarette's mad Jarette's mad," I repeated to myself as I left the galley, and found Mr Preddle, with his head very much swollen and tied up in a handkerchief, blowing away into the water where his fish still survived.
"Yes," I cried impatiently, "what is it?" "Only a word," said Mr Preddle. "Quick, then." "You were out on the deck some time, weren't you?" "Yes; a long time," I replied impatiently. "Why?" "Could you see how my poor fishes were getting on?" "No, I couldn't," I said gruffly, for my temper was as sore as my body just then, and Mr Preddle irritated me; he did seem so girlish and weak.
"Right, sir," I said, in a disappointed tone, and then I brightened up, for he told Dumlow to stop instead. "Don't be long," said Mr Preddle. "I want to see to my fish."
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