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But there must be no hesitation; our lives and that of Miss Denning depend upon swift action. At the first stroke of an axe, fire again." "I will," said Mr Preddle firmly; and by the light of the lantern I saw that the chambers of his revolver were exposed, and that he was thrusting in a fresh cartridge. "Ought we to send down Mr Frewen?" said Mr Denning just then.
"Impossible it is," he groaned. "Well, I shall have to face it." "What do you mean, man?" whispered Mr Frewen. "What we've all got to face, doctor. I couldn't swarm up that rope again." "Dale, could we get the rope round his waist, and hold him?" whispered Mr Frewen. "Here! hist! quick!" came through the opening where Mr Preddle was listening all the time. "Silence!" cried Mr Frewen, sternly.
Mr Preddle used to complain to me about it when I went with him to see to the aerating and giving fresh water to the fish, which needed a great deal of attention, and in spite of all our care would insist in turning wrong side up, to paddle about slowly and helplessly for a while, and then make a vigorous effort and swim naturally.
"Look here, Dale," he said; "you'd better go down and pull your messmate out of his bunk by the hind leg. Time he was on deck now. And look here, go and see how that Mr Preddle is. He's keeping below, too, when a touch of this brisk breeze would set him up. Go down, and tell him the fish are fighting ah, fighting that will be more like the truth. They're sure to fight.
"Yes," he said, smiling, "but I'm afraid that he will be disappointed. Do you see, gentlemen?" Both Mr Frewen and Mr Preddle, who were eagerly scanning the ship, turned to look at him inquiringly. "Jarette has the captain's spy-glass at work, and he is watching us, expecting to see us move off, rowing, I suppose, but I'm afraid he will be disappointed.
I could not help thinking how pretty and gentle and brave she looked as she left herself in Bob's hands, while he knelt on the locker, lifted her up, passed her out of the cabin-window, held for a moment or two by the knot, and then gently lowered her down. "Done lovely," said Bob. "Better let Neb Dumlow cast off the rope, Mr Preddle, sir. You can hand the lady into the starn arter-wards.
I whispered, as I placed the empty tureen back in its place. "Bad for them if it does," he said, with an attempt at looking merry. "For their enemies are safe to swallow them while they are napping." "With both eyes open," said Mr Preddle.
"I'm afraid it will be some time before they get any more refreshments," said Mr Preddle, laughing; and now by Mr Brymer's orders a tarpaulin was drawn over the top of the hatch, but it had not been there a minute before a knife-blade was passed through it, and a good-sized piece cut out.
I muttered, as I passed the metal nozzle from my right to my left hand, so as to wipe the perspiration from my face, when all at once there was a quick, throbbing sensation; something ran through my left hand. There was a splash, a hiss, and a cry, and Mr Preddle rushed back into the shelter of the main-mast, from behind which he had suddenly appeared.
But as soon as the men had left our cabin and closed the door, we heard them go into the next, and as we sat listening, we could hear almost every word that was said, for Mr Preddle questioned the men sharply, but obtained no answer, the door being roughly closed just in the middle of one of his speeches.
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