Sail Ho! Part 44
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"To the wheel, not here," said Mr Frewen. "Shall we--"
There was not time to say more, for we caught an indistinct glimpse of the figure in oilskins, as, balancing itself as well as it could, it made for the ladder on the starboard side; but just then the s.h.i.+p gave a tremendous lurch, and our enemy missed the ladder, nearly fell, but saved himself, and consequent upon the impetus with which he was moving, darted right in through the companion-way.
The next moment he was down on the deck, making a half-stifled sound, and held fast while a revolver and knife were taken from a belt beneath his oilskin. Then his hands were bandaged behind his back, his legs treated to bonds, and he was dragged into the cabin, while we stood panting over him.
"Look here," said Mr Frewen then, in a hoa.r.s.e voice; "we are going to lock you in this cabin, but mind, we're all armed--feel that!--it is the point of a revolver--and I swear to you by all that is holy, if you make a sound I'll shoot you as I would a dog."
He made a curious, half-choking sound, and we drew back out of the cabin and the door was shut and fastened.
"Have you got his knife and pistol, Brymer?"
"Yes. All safe. Now then, forward silently till we are close upon them, and then give your signal--a whistle, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Give it sharply; it will do for your friends as well as for us. Then fire if there is the least resistance, close with them, and let's get them under hatches. But I beg pardon, sir; you are in command."
"Nonsense! You could not have given better advice."
"But they will not show much fight. Without their leader they will be like sheep."
I could not help hoping that they would turn out to be like sheep, and leave it to us to play the sheep-dog with them.
"Now then, one more word," said the mate. "It would have been better to divide, and part go to starboard, the rest to port, but we are so few."
"Yes, let's keep together," said Mr Frewen, "and make our rush. Creep forward half-way, then I'll whistle, and we must do our best. Ready, Mr Preddle?"
"Yes, sir, I'm ready; but I'm afraid you must not expect much from me.
I'll hit as hard as I can though."
"That will do. Now, gentlemen, forward!"
The wind shrieked more loudly than ever as Mr Frewen gave the word, and with our pistols ready we crept forward with no little difficulty toward where the lanterns swung, keeping together, and moving slowly so as to keep our feet. Before we were half-way toward the bows we could see a dull light glowing from the forecastle-hatch, and a couple of dark figures standing in front of it, so that their oilskin-covered bodies stood out big and grotesque.
That was our goal, I felt, and I knew that if we made a bold rush those two could easily be driven down, while I hoped that the others would be too much cowed to fight.
Mr Frewen and the mate were first, Mr Preddle and I behind, and I was just thinking that it was nearly time for the whistle to be blown and the rush made, while I thought, too, how easy it would be to make a mistake and injure a friend with our pistols, when the s.h.i.+p gave such a lurch that we all went heavily against the bulwarks, to which we clung to save ourselves from a heavy fall, then bang, _splash_, rose a wave over the bows, and a voice which came from one of the figures by the light from the hatch yelled forth a torrent of oaths as he asked what the men were doing at the wheel.
I turned cold all down my back without the help of the spray, for it was Jarette's voice we heard, and we had bagged the wrong fox!
For a moment we clung together there in the darkness as the s.h.i.+p hung over to port; then, as she righted herself, Mr Frewen, feeling desperate, and that we could not now go back to our place, clapped the boatswain's whistle to his lips; it sounded shrilly above that which we could hear in the rigging, and we made our rush.
Describe what followed! How? I remember the rush; feeling mad and desperate, and hearing, as we closed with half-a-dozen men, a couple of shots fired quickly one after the other. Then I was in the middle of a savage wrestling match, in which men were striking blows with all their might, and a voice was yelling order after order in French, while we were getting, I felt, the worst of it.
I had seized a man, who whisked me off my legs and whirled me round, but I stuck to him till he flung me heavily on the deck, and then I wound my arms round his legs so firmly that as the s.h.i.+p lurched again he fell and rolled over with me into the scuppers, where he roared at me to let go before he used his knife.
I need not add that he did not say use his knife, for his language was far stronger, and he made a horrible reference to my throat. But I was wound up then; the fighting instinct had been roused, and holding on more tightly, I made use of my teeth as well, but not in his flesh.
Meanwhile I had a misty notion of the fight going against Mr Frewen and my two friends, and just then Jarette yelled in French, and directly after in English--
"Heave them overboard if they don't give in!"--when rus.h.!.+ crack! two men who had been forward sprung at the Frenchman, who went down heavily, but rose on one arm, and as I clung to the man in the scuppers I could see the chief mutineer clearly. For he was between me and the light, and I started as there were two loud pistol reports, a shriek, and a man fell with a thud; but the next instant I saw some one spring at Jarette as he was going to fire, and strike with all his force, with the result that he fell backward down the hatch.
Then another man was beaten below, and again another, and then the hatch was clapped down and held by Mr Preddle, while another man was dragged along struggling hard till Bob Hampton struck him over the head.
"Open the hatch!" he yelled.
Mr Preddle obeyed, and a flash of light came out with a loud report as the man was thrown down and the hatch clapped on again.
"Here, quick, help!" I shouted, for I was about exhausted.
"Where are you, boy?" cried Bob Hampton, and he ran to where the man I clung to was just jerking himself clear. Then he came down upon me with a groan as Bob Hampton struck at him, and, half-insensible, he too was dragged to the hatch and thrown down as another shot was fired.
"I'm all right!" yelled Mr Preddle, securing the hatch again.
"Where's Mr Brymer?"
"Here, help!" came from somewhere forward, and as I struggled up I had a faint view of Mr Frewen and Hampton rus.h.i.+ng forward and bringing back a couple more men with pistols held to their heads. I saw that, for the light from the swinging lanterns gleamed upon the barrels.
These two men were thrown down, and one more shot came cras.h.i.+ng up, but without hurting any one, and then a familiar voice said--
"Here's another!" and Dumlow staggered up, pus.h.i.+ng a sailor before him.
"You'll pay for this night's work when the noo--"
He said no more, for he received a heavy blow in the mouth, and then kicking and struggling with rage, he too was thrown down.
"How many more?" panted Mr Frewen.
"There's three on 'em forward," growled Bob Hampton. "The look-out man and two more."
"Pistols!" cried Mr Frewen, loudly, and then as there was a sharp clicking from mine as well as three others, he shouted--"Now, you men, surrender, or we fire!"
"Not us!" came back hoa.r.s.ely. "Now, lads, rush 'em; they've got no pistols!"
Two shots hardly heard in the roar of the storm were fired over the heads of the men who were about to rush forward; but if the reports were faint in the din, the flashes were bright and clear, and in place of charging at us they hung back, and we were upon them in an instant. I say we, for somehow or other I did as the others did, and the men gave in directly and were marched to the hatch, below which jarette could be heard raving at his fellow-prisoners.
"Now," cried Mr Brymer, "you know me, my lads; I never say things I don't mean. The moment that hatch is opened, you jump down. If you hesitate I fire."
"But old Frenchy will fire up as soon as it's opened."
"He will not fire at you."
"But he may hit us, sir."
"Open that hatch, Mr Preddle," cried Brymer, and he c.o.c.ked 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."
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