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About an hour later, first one and then another crawled along the deck very silently to try and make out what was going on in the forecastle. I did not go, neither did Mr Frewen or Mr Preddle.
"At some prisoner they have there below," I said. "Or at the wounded man," cried Mr Preddle. "It must be another wounded man then, for you heard the sound before you fired that shot." "Yes; and it makes me feel better satisfied, for the mutineers are such brutes such savage brutes." "There!"
"That was the result of some one aiming," cried Mr Denning, sharply. "If they don't do any more damage than that it won't matter," said Mr Preddle. "Look here, Brymer," whispered Mr Frewen, speaking now after carefully watching the dimly-seen hatch for some minutes, "it strikes me that if you let them go on firing for a little longer they will be forced to surrender."
I think my eyes must have been closing then, but they opened widely again, and at one glance I saw my companions perfectly motionless from where I sat back against the bulwark, and heard Mr Preddle snoring heavily by my side. For the cook exclaimed passionately "I swear, if it was the last word I had to titter, I've done nothing! I never drugged nobody's food!"
I waited, and heard the sound of boring, and a few minutes later, as I kept a hand upon the board, I felt the point of a knife or gimlet working its way through. After it was withdrawn conversation became more easy, and I had a few words with Mr Frewen and Mr Preddle, all of which were cheering, though as far as escape was concerned it did no good.
The captain saw us, and came to meet him along with Mr Brymer, the first mate, and both shook hands warmly. "Glad, to see you on deck, sir. There, you've got over your bit of trouble. It was rather a rough beginning." "Yes, and of course I'm not much used to the sea, Captain Berriman," said Mr Preddle, as he walked on by his side with legs rather widely apart, I following behind with Mr Brymer.
"It is very easy in theory, Preddle," said Mr Frewen, "but I don't know that it is going to turn out so satisfactory in practice." "Oh, my dear Frewen, don't throw cold water on the plan, pray," he cried. "Not a drop," said Mr Frewen. "And you will try?" "Oh yes; anything that promises success in any shape. We cannot sit still. We must master them." "But are you strong enough to try?"
"Mr Preddle Dumlow," I cried, "stow these aft;" and I threw down the articles I had brought, and went to fetch others from the cabin, passing Bob Hampton and Barney, who were collecting everything they could find in the way of provisions, tins, bottles, bags, from the captain's stores, and throwing them down.
Mr Preddle, be ready to come and haul when you are asked, but in the meantime I leave the arms to you. See that they are all loaded and laid ready on the saloon-table, and with the ammunition to hand." "Yes, I'll do that," he said eagerly; and he was moving off. "Stop," cried Mr Brymer.
I glanced at Mr Denning, and saw him wince. "Then you will agree with Captain Berriman and me that some very stern measures must be taken?" "Yes," said Mr Preddle. "I do, certainly," replied Mr Denning. Mr Frewen and I were both silent; but at last the doctor spoke. "What do you propose doing?" he said, rather huskily.
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