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Updated: May 8, 2025
A lad, seeming the poet of the gang, stood on the sponson, and in the momentary intervals of work improvised some story, while the men below took up and finished each verse with a refrain, piercing, sad, running up and down large and easy intervals.
"By Jove, I declare I nearly forgot all about it! I've got to meet Sponson at the Club to see when that ship is going out for her trials; I mean the one which I'm going to take Bob on board of." "Well, be off with you to your Club," she rejoined laughing, giving him a little push in joke. "Away with you at once!" "You see, she turns me out," he said humorously to Bob, in a sort of stage aside.
And the set of his jaws and the wrinkling of his forehead showed that the duel between him and Colonel Ward was not yet over. As the steamer with the dun smoke-stack approached Cod Lead he noted sourly the frantic signallings of the marooned. He leaned on the rail and watched the departure of the officer of the faded blue cap with his crew of the sponson boat.
One shell pierced her starboard side forward of No. 2 sponson, and lodged in a clothes-locker on the berth-deck; another struck her port beam a little above the water-line, and a few feet forward of, and above this, another shell came crashing across the berth-deck, striking a steam-pipe and exploding behind the starboard blower-engine, but with no serious results.
"The Blazer, as I've told you, can travel fast when we want her; and if she's not fast enough, why, that gun there on the sponson forrud can send a speedier messenger in advance of her, to tell the pirates she's coming!" "Will it reach them inside the reef, sir?" "Reach them inside the reef!" he repeated after me in a quizzing sort of way. "Of course it will, my lad, and further too.
And these kept the would-be adorer moving wistful, lagging, but still moving along the edge of that invisible barrier set between her and the world with her absent-minded greeting, and her serious, beautiful eyes fixed so steadily on a distant white spot the sponson canoe where Gladys and Selwyn sat, their paddle blades flashing in the sun.
Every one, whether landing or embarking, strives to be first upon the narrow gangway which connects the steamer's sponson with the shore, with the result that many are thrown into the water. Each is intent upon conducting his business to the best possible advantage in the limited time at his disposal, for the steamer's visit does not occur every day, and its stay is short.
And when these astonishing tactics of a lonely dingy in a raging sea were observed from the bridge of the cutter, a red-nosed and profane man, who wore a faded blue cap with peak over one ear, gave orders to lower away a sponson boat, and came himself as coxswain, as though unwilling to defer the time of reckoning with such recalcitrants.
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