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Hit him, gents, or shoot him somewhere low down, for he desarves it; all I wonder now is as he did not split all about it to old Frenchy." "We could all deal with him," said Mr Frewen. "You two men come with us, and you, Dale, keep guard here with Mr Preddle. A shout will bring us back directly."
Word was passed through the opening to Mr Preddle, who was all eagerness to begin, and asked for one of the little saws, so that he might work at the top of the board while we cut at the bottom; but Mr Frewen promptly decided that one of the instruments would make quite enough noise, and told him that he must understand that our task was one probably of days, for everything must be done slowly and carefully, and in a way that would leave no traces behind.
I did not thoroughly understand why, and attributed it to Mr Denning's ill-temper, consequent upon his being unwell, for he was haughty and distant with Mr Frewen whenever he tried to be friendly, and I used to set it down to his having had so much to do with doctors that he quite hated them; but there seemed to be no reason why he should snub Mr Preddle so whenever the big stout fellow approached him and his sister and tried to enter into conversation.
"Oh dear me dear me, Alison Dale," said Mr Preddle, rising up from his stooping position very slowly and wiping his broad fat face, which was covered with drops of perspiration, "this is a very sad business, isn't it?" "Horrible!" I said, "but it will all come right." He laid his hand upon my shoulder. "Come into my cabin," he whispered; and I followed him.
"But the passengers; ask him about the passengers," whispered Mr Frewen. I asked, and the answer came back "No one hurt." I saw Mr Frewen close his eyes at this, and his lips moved as I felt sure in prayer. "Yes?" I whispered back, as Mr Preddle said something which sounded all buzz, buzz, buzz. "I say, what will those wretches do with us?" "I don't know."
"There it is again," said Mr Preddle. "When the mate was here, he felt sure that some one had crept overboard, and down to what he called the stays under the bowsprit." "When the attack was made?" I cried. "Yes, that must be it. There it goes again. That was certainly `Help!" "Yes." "He must be afraid of falling.
"Yes; those fish of yours want seeing to; I had to lift out half-a-dozen this morning with that string ladle of yours." "The little net?" cried Mr Preddle, eagerly. "That was very good of you. How do they all seem?" "As if they wanted their master to come and feed them. They all swam up to the top and put their mouths out of the water; didn't they, Hampton?"
Come along," said Mr Preddle, hurriedly; and we went into the saloon, where I found the captain standing by the table in the middle, looking very white, and I saw now that his arm was in a sling, and the lower part of his head bandaged. He was arranging some pistols and rifles on the table as we entered, and he looked up, nodded at us, and said "Two more.
"He will not fire at you." "But he may hit us, sir." "Open that hatch, Mr Preddle," cried Brymer, and he cocked his pistol, Mr Frewen following suit. "That's right, sir; fire too, in case I miss." "But," cried the man, imploringly, "let me stay on deck, and I'll return to my duty." "We don't want you, dog!" cried Mr Frewen.
I stayed some minutes, hailing again and again, with my voice carried forward by the wind, and then made my way back to my two companions, whose faces were turned inquiringly toward me as I shook my head. "There can't be any one there," I said. "It's impossible." "So Mr Brymer thought," said Mr Preddle. "He said he would be either washed off or drowned, and that it must be one of the men below."
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