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"No," he said; "my father is so anxious to see the brig repaired." "Yes, I suppose so," said Rodd, "but that wouldn't make any difference. You can't help." "No, I cannot help," replied the lad, "and I should like to be with you all the time, but I can't leave his side. It would seem so hard if I didn't stay with him to share his anxiety." "Well, but you might have a few shots at the crocodiles.
Takes a long time to learn, and when you have larnt your lesson perfect as you think, you find that you don't know it a bit." "But you did know it," said Rodd. "You said that the storm would come on again, when it was beautiful and fine yesterday evening; and here it is." "Well, yes, my lad, if you goes on for years trying to hit something you must get a lucky shot sometimes."
And how the rest of that night passed away Rodd hardly knew. Of one thing only was he quite certain, and that was that sleep never visited the occupants of that boat.
Rodd did not answer, for he was trying to pierce the streaming haze and make out whether the brig was visible. For a few moments he could not make it out, but there it was, looking faint and strange, about a hundred yards away. "That's the brig, isn't it, yonder?" he said at last.
"Well, yesterday evening, as I said to your uncle, I went over the ground again to see if I could find any track of those escaped prisoners." Rodd nodded shortly.
In half sleep it is different; then we do retain some recollection. In this curious condition of mind it seemed to me that Rodd said to Marnham "Why have you brought these men here?" "I did not bring them here," he answered. "Luck, Fate, Fortune, God or the Devil, call it what you will, brought them here, though if you had your wish, it is true they would never have come.
This was all said loud enough for Rodd and Uncle Paul to hear, and Rodd began to grin as he looked at his uncle, whose face assumed a perplexed aspect, one which increased to uneasiness as the captain came up to them at once. "Just a word, sir," he said. "Did you order these men to go ashore?" "Oh no," cried Uncle Paul.
"Oh, I shan't come down," said Rodd confidently; but as he was speaking the schooner gave a sudden pitch which sent the boy into the sailor's arms. "Avast there!" cried the man. "Steady, sir! Steady it is! There, let me stand you up again on your pins. You mustn't do that, or you'll have the lads thinking you're a himmidge, or a statty, a-tumbling off your shelf." "Thank you.
Rodd shook his head. "I saw it plainly enough, uncle." And the skipper gave his head a sapient nod, while the doctor shook his. "What were you going to say, Captain Chubb?" "Only this 'ere, sir. I have 'eard more argufying and quarrelling about sea-sarpints than about almost anything else. I say sarpints, but I mean these things, and I say this.
For the young Frenchman had suddenly started up in the boat, to stand peering in the direction that they were about to take, and held up his hand as if to command silence. "What's that?" cried Rodd, leaping up too. "What?" asked the doctor. "Sounds like distant roaring of some kind of wild beast, sir," said one of the men.
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