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"We must not be too sure that she will not come back again," observed Mr Tarwig. "The Spaniards do not like the look of the weather; when the squall blows over, they will probably pay us another visit." "It is a chance if they will be able to do so," observed the master. "See! here comes the wind sooner than I expected.
"He has taken off his shirt and is waving it. Heave the ship to, Mr Tarwig. Call the gig's crew away, Mr Foley, and pull in to ascertain what he wants. There can be little doubt that it is a matter of importance. Come off again as soon as possible, for we shall probably find places further along the coast, where the white people are hard-pressed by the blacks."
In the mean time the Ouzel Galley, having been restored to her former owners, was quickly fitted for sea, while the Research was purchased into the navy, and the command given to Lieutenant Tarwig. Commander Olding and several of his officers had made up their minds to return home by the first opportunity, but most of the rest, as well as a portion of the Champion's crew, joined the Research.
Then, with fierce oaths and cries of terror and rage, they retreated to the opposite side of the ship, and those who could threw themselves overboard with the intention of trying to swim to the shore. One of the last to make his escape was O'Harrall. Mr Tarwig jumped up on the gun, and eagerly looked over the side to ascertain what had become of his late antagonist.
"Good," said the head clerk; "you'll do." He handed him several accounts in succession, and which required considerable calculation. "Ah me!" exclaimed Mr Tarwig, and taking the papers he actually went across the office to show them to his immediate surbordinate, who looked round with a surprised glance at the young stranger.
The men had in the mean time been piped to breakfast, the commander and his two lieutenants alone remaining on the ramparts to watch the proceedings of the frigate. The wind was light, the sea smooth, and she was enabled to thread her way amid the reefs without difficulty. "Her captain maybe a bold fellow, but he is not a wise one," observed Mr Tarwig.
He could not indeed bring himself to believe it possible that any beings in the form of men could have had the cruelty to injure his dear young sister and revered father; but then, if Owen had been killed, how sad would be Norah's lot! It would break her heart; of that he was sure. "Gig coming off, sir," cried the look-out to Mr Tarwig. In a short time the commander stepped on board.
"We are succeeding better than might have been expected, Tarwig," observed Captain Olding. "If we can't make this fellow strike, we can keep him from running away or joining his consorts. See, there goes the Druid's mainmast, and there comes her foremast. Blowhard must take care not to have both the enemy on him at once, or he may fare no better."
"She is not a British ship," exclaimed Mr Tarwig, who had been watching her attentively through his glass for a minute or more; "that craft out there is a Spaniard. She is coming here to see what we are about. Depend on it, the little craft we saw the other day has carried the information that we are here, and the Spaniards have come to turn us out, if they can."
Well, it will put new life into the old man, for he grieved sorely for you. Well, I am glad, that I am." Here Mr Tarwig wrung Owen's hand in a way very unwonted with him when greeting a fellow-mortal. "Mr Fluke will be pleased," he continued; "but he went home to-day an hour earlier than usual. He did not feel quite well, and he wanted Kezia Crump to give him something to do him good."
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