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"Then, Mr Reefpoint, will you have the great kindness to cast off your sink, and hook that splendid fellow by the tail only through the gristle don't prick him in the flesh and let him meander about till half past two?" Reefy was half inclined to be angry at the idea of his Majesty's officer being converted into a cook's mate.
"Ah, there is the regular jiggery jiggery," sung out little Reefpoint, at the same moment, as he in turn began to pull up his line.
"It is me, sir," said a small faint voice. "You! who are you?" "Reefpoint, sir." "Bless me, boy, what are you doing here? Not hurt, I hope?" "A little, sir a graze from a splinter, sir the same shot that struck poor Wiggins knocked it off, sir." "Why did you not go to the doctor, then, Mr Reefpoint?"
"Lord love you, no," said little Reefpoint; "here, lash me to my beast, and no fear." The doctor made him fast, as desired, round the mule's neck with a stout thong, and then drove him at the barricade, and over they came, man and beast, although, to tell the truth, little Reefy alighted well out on the neck with a hand grasping each ear.
The same shot that tripped up poor Wiggins, sent a splinter after me." "Why don't you go to the doctor, Reefpoint?" "I was waiting until he had finished with Wiggins, sir, but as it is all over with him now, I'll go and have my wound dressed." His voice grew weaker and weaker, until I could hardly understand what he said. I took him in my arms, carried him into the cabin, and undressed him.
Reefpoint at this moment appeared at the door with a letter from the merchant captains, which had been sent down to the corvette, regarding the time of sailing, and acquainting us when they would be ready.
It was near five o'clock in the afternoon, the corvette was about half a mile on our lee bow, when, while walking the deck, after an early dinner, Tailtackle came up to me. "The Commodore has hove to, sir." "Very like," said I; "to allow the merchant ships to close, I presume." "A gun," said little Reefpoint. "Ah what signal now?" It was the signal to close.
We continued to struggle against the breeze until eleven o'clock in the forenoon of the 27th, when the wind again increased to such a pitch, that we had to cast off our tow, and leave her on the coast under the charge of little Reefpoint, with instructions to remain in the creek where he was, until the schooner picked him up; we then pushed once more through the surf for Porto Bello, where we arrived in safety at five P.m.
Three of the shots struck us, mortally wounding a sailor, and injuring the poor little midshipman, Reefpoint, who was hit by a splinter. "Steady, men aim low fire!" Again the long gun was discharged, together with two smaller pieces. But our friend was too nimble for us; he crowded on sail, and escaped in spite of our efforts to overtake him. In less than an hour we lost sight of him.
Certainly, however, he did not know that I had fallen in with Dr Pavo Real;" and the good natured fellow's heart melted, as he continued "Returned why, he may be drowned Cringle, take care little Reefpoint be not drowned."
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