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She had broke away, and was now a cable's length ahead, apparently fast leaving us, with Paul Gelid and Wagtail, and poor little Reefpoint, who, badly wounded as he was, had left his hammock, and come on deck in the emergency, making signs of their inability to cut away the halyards; and the tiller being shot away, the schooner had become utterly unmanageable.
"What, Reefpoint! little reefer," he cried; "you are surely not wounded, my dear friend such a little fellow; why I should as soon have thought they would have shot at a fly." "Indeed, I am wounded, Master Bangs; look there." Bangs examined the wound, holding the poor little midshipman in his arms.
Rig out the main topmast studding sail boom, Mr Reefpoint, and tell him to slew himself down by that long water withe." To hear was to obey.
I cast it on the deck, and the chameleon tints of the dying fish, about which so many lies have been said and sung, were just beginning to fade, and wax pale, and ashy, and deathlike, when I felt another strong jiggery jiggery at my line, which little Reefpoint had, in the meantime, baited afresh. "Zounds! I have caught a whale a shark at the very least" and I pulled him in, hand over hand.
When we boarded, the Wave had been left with only Peter Mangrove; the five dockyard negroes; Pearl, one of the Captain's gigs, the handsome black already introduced on the scene; poor little Reefpoint, who, as already stated, was badly hurt; Aaron Bang, Paul Gelid, and Wagtail.
"Keep her close to the wind ease her a little that's right now give that fellow a shot across his bows we'll find out what he's made of. Reefpoint," continued I, to one of the midshipmen, "show our signal." "Aye, aye, sir." The shot was fired and the lights shown, but still our ghostly friend remained silent and dark.
I accordingly, after calling and making my bow, proceeded to the dockyard to enter on my new command, and I was happy in being able to get Tailtackle and Reefpoint once more removed along with me.
In this voiture were ensconced La Senora Campana, a portly concern, as already mentioned, two of her bright black eyed laughing nieces, and Master Reefpoint, invisible as he lay smothered amongst the ladies, all to his little glazed cocked hat, and jabbering away in a most unintelligible fashion, so far as the young ladies, and eke the old one, were concerned.
"Thank you, my dear sir," moaned little Reefpoint; "were my mother here, sir she would thank you too." Stern duty now called me on deck, and I heard no more. The night was still very dark, and I could see nothing of the chase, but I made all the sail I could in the direction which I calculated she would steer, trusting that, before morning, we might get another glimpse of her.
Transom struck in "Master Reefpoint, I see what you are driving at; but how shall the Firebrand be taken care of when you are away, eh? besides, you have no clothes, and we shall be away a couple of days most probably." "Oh, yes, sir, I have clothes; I have a hair brush and a tooth brush, and two shirt collars, in my waistcoat pocket."
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