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"Oh!" cried Tom Fillot, with an exultant cry, and the next moment the chain was being rattled into the empty cask at a rapid rate, and in very short time, a quarter of a ton was occupying the place of the water. "I think that'll puzzle 'em now, sir," cried Tom; and Mark Vandean breathed freely once again.
I mean there is no danger of their suffering from the hatch being closed?" "Now look here, Mr Vandean, sir; 'scuse me, but you're too easy and soft over 'em. I don't say they're comfortable, for I wouldn't like to sleep down there without having the hatch opened, but the air they've got's quite good enough for such as them." "But you said they were very quiet, and it is startling."
Suppose I try to catch that other vessel and the crew prove too strong for me, and I lose this one?" "Mr Vandean, sir! You a British orficer, and talk like that? It ain't greediness, sir, but you a-trying to do your dooty as the orficer as has succeeded Mr Russell, I know what you feel, sir all the 'sponsibility." "Yes, Tom; and that we are not strong enough to try experiments."
Who'll come with me?" "No, with me," said Mark, quickly; and he stepped to the mouth of the noisome pit. "Oh, I'll go with you, Mr Vandean, sir," cried Tom Fillot; and without a word Mark drew a deep breath, stepped in on the ladder, and descended, the light being shut out directly by the sailor.
"I never thought the ship so delightful, nor the sea so bright before." Just then, Dance the coxswain came by, and saluted, Bob Howlett passing them the same moment. "Here you are, then, skipper," he said. "What do you think of Joe Dance? Looks yellow about the gills, don't he? Here comes the captain. Can I do anything for you, Vandean?" "Morning, Mr Vandean," said the captain.
"You'll be ready to help take the next slaver, Vandean eh?" this to the lieutenant; "well, say the next but one. By the way, Mr Vandean, you can send your attendant to the cabin for any books you like to read. Look here, Staples." They went aft together talking, and then descended to the cabin, when Bob Howlett hurried up. "Why, you're holding quite a levee, old chap.
Come, Mr Vandean, sir, say the word when. Now? At once?" "No, no," whispered back Mark; "you are all weak and ill. I've been thinking about it since I spoke, and it is too much for you to do." A low, angry murmur arose, and Tom Fillot chuckled. "Too much for us, sir? Not it. You've only got to give the word, and there's that in us now as'll carry us through anything.
He was getting better, and now my work's all undone again. I expect you've killed him." "Silence!" cried that gentleman, feeling Mark's pulse. "Yes, of course. Fever greatly increased. Hush, not a word, Vandean. Lie perfectly still. I ought to have been told that you had fully recovered your consciousness. Now, Mr Howlett, you had better be off." "No, sir; don't send me away.
Directly after, Mark Vandean stepped on deck, touched his cap to a severe-looking officer, and presented a letter.
"Mr Vandean, sir! Mr Vandean!" "Eh? Yes! What's the matter?" "Nothing sir, only I couldn't wake you up." "Was I asleep?" "Yes, sir; we've all been asleep, more shame for me to say so, and the lads have only just woke me up." "Oh, it's horrible!" cried Mark; "how can I ever trust myself again?" "Oh, don't you take on about that, sir: human natur's human natur.
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