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When the grab was overhauled, the men on board, dark-skinned Marathas with very scanty clothing, made signs that they were in distress. "Throw her into the wind," shouted the captain. Mr. Toley at the wheel put the helm down, the longboat was lowered, and with some difficulty, owing to the heavy sea, the thirty men on the grab were taken off.
He had to detach eight of his men three to the windows and five to the wall leaving only fourteen, including Bulger and Toley, to meet the rush in front. It was not long in coming. Diggle did not wait to parley. Taking a musket from one of his men he raised it to his shoulder and fired at a Sepoy, whose head just showed above the gate.
They were in the dress of seamen: one was tall and thin, the other broad and brawny, and Desmond did not need his glimpse of the iron hook to be sure that the men were none other than his old friend Bulger and Mr. Toley, the melancholy mate. They were standing side by side watching in silence the arrival of the boats.
"Thunder and blazes, sir, he en't bin and gone and done it already?" "No, he en't. Number seven is, be kind o' tender with young Burke. Count them words. He's had enough kicks. That's all." And the melancholy man went away as silently as he had come. Toley makes a suggestion.
The captain was left with Mr. Toley and the other officers. Barker and Toley always got on well together, for the simple reason that the mate never thwarted his superior, never resented his abuse, but went quietly his own way. He listened now for a quarter of an hour, with fixed sadness of expression, while Captain Barker poured the vials of his wrath upon everything under the sun.
Toley would not wait to recover the loads of the carts that had toppled into the nullah, nor would he leave men for that purpose, lest another attack should be made on them from Hugli. He set off as soon as the teams were ready. Half an hour after they started, Bulger, walking beside the litter, saw to his dismay that Desmond had lost consciousness.
Food, sleep, and air; that's my catechism, larned from the surgeon. Bless you, Burke, I feared you was a done man." With this Desmond had to be for the time content. But every day he heard firing, and every day, as he slowly regained strength, he became more and more anxious to know what it meant. Toley seemed to have left the ship; Desmond was tended only by natives.
Toley, 'I may be wrong, sir, says I, 'but I lay my whiskers that Diggle has been an' sold him to the Pirate, an' that's the last we shall ever see of as nice a young fellow as ever hauled on a hawser. How did you get out of the Pirate's den, sir?" "That's a long story, Bulger. I'll tell you all in good time. You're looking for a job, are you?
"Nearly sixty, sir." "And yours?" "A score of Sepoys, sir; but I had two seamen with me: Bulger, whom you know; and Mr. Toley, an American, mate of one of Mr. Merriman's ships. They were worth a dozen others." Clive grunted again. "Well, go and tell Mrs. Merriman I shall be glad to wait on her. And look here, Burke: you may consider yourself a captain in the Company's service from this day.
Toley, sir, a young gen'leman to see you." Desmond advanced to the smaller table. The two men looked up from their game of dominoes. One was a tall, lean fellow, with lined and sunken cheeks covered with iron-gray stubble, a very sharp nose, and colorless eyes; the expression of his features was melancholy in the extreme.
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