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But the violence of his blow disturbed Desmond's own balance; he fell on one knee; his matchlock was seized and jerked out of his hand; and in a second three men were upon him. Bulger and the serang, although a little late, owing to want of agility in scaling the cart, were close behind. "Belay there!" roared Bulger, as he flung himself upon the combatants.
By that time the cargo-chain had been hooked to the broad canvas belt round the pony's body; the kalashes sprang off simultaneously in all directions, rolling over each other; and the worthy serang, making a dash behind the winch, turned the steam on. "Steady!" I yelled, in great apprehension of seeing the animal snatched up to the very head of the derrick.
Above their heads a man shook a flare over the side and a thin shower of sparks floated downward and expired before touching the water. "So you can see in the night, O serang! Well, then, look and speak. Speak! Fight or no fight? Weapons or words? Which folly? Well, what do you see?" "A darkness, a darkness," whispered Wasub at last in a frightened tone.
"What's this for?" he asked, looking at a small brass key attached to a thin chain. "Powder magazine. Trap door under the table. The man who has this key commands the brig while I am away. The serang understands. You have her very life in your hand there." Carter looked at the small key lying in his half-open palm. "I was just telling Mrs. Travers I didn't trust you not altogether. . . ."
He dare not reply himself, lest his accent should betray him. "Tell him all is well. We have a message from the fort to the Tremukji," he said in a whisper. The serang repeated the words aloud. "Well, huzur. But what is the meaning of the noise and the torches and the blaze on the sea?" "Tell him we have no time to waste. Ask him where the Tremukji lies."
Always. As far back as I can remember. Don't you recollect? What about that half-starved dog you brought on board in Bankok in your arms. In your arms by . . . ! It went mad next day and bit the serang. You don't mean to say you have forgotten? The best serang you ever had! You said so yourself while you were helping us to lash him down to the chain-cable, just before he died in his fits.
The sky was lightening, but a slight mist hung over the river. Desmond kept a close lookout ahead, and after about half an hour he caught sight of the hull of the Good Intent, looming before him out of the mist. Allowing the second boat to come alongside, he turned and spoke to the serang. "Now, Hossain, there she is. Hail her." "Hai, hai!" shouted the man.
You fastened yourself on me to have easy times and grow fat on my life blood, I tell you. Was that it? I believe you are the greatest miser in the world, or else why . . ." "No. I am only poor," interrupted Captain Whalley, stonily. "Steady," murmured the Serang. Massy turned away with his chin on his shoulder. "I don't believe it," he said in his dogmatic tone. Captain Whalley made no movement.
The Gujarati relaxed his grip on the man's throat; he made another attempt to cry out; but the firm fingers tightened their pressure and the incipient cry was choked in a feeble gurgle. Once more the hapless serang tried to rise; Fuzl Khan pressed him down and shook him vigorously. He saw that it was useless to resist, and lay limp and half throttled in his captor's hands.
In those days I had not been in the United States and had not yet imbibed any great contempt for coloured people. They were on the whole infinitely more interesting than the Irish. I knew nothing of the world, nothing of the Orient, and here was an Oriental microcosm. The old serang, or bo'sun, was a gnarled and knotted and withered Malay, who took rather a fancy to me.
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