A Voyage round the World: A book for boysKingston, William Henry Giles
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A Voyage round the World: A book for boys
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Voyages around the world -- Juvenile fiction
Silva, leaving three men on board, ordered us to get into his boat to
return with him to the big schooner. As we were shoving off, old
Surley, who had been smelling about after the other men, gave a loud
bark, as much as to say, "Don't leave me behind," and leaped in after
us. Truly glad were we to have him, poor fellow. He might prove to us
a friend in need.
We stepped on deck; the crew, we thought, eyed us with very sinister
looks, but no one spoke to us till a man we took to be the captain
stepped up to the gangway. "Who are you, and where do you come from,
who go about prying into other people's affairs?" he exclaimed in a
gruff voice. He stamped with his feet as lift spoke, as if lashing
himself up into a rage. He was a pale, long-faced man, with a large
beard, and a very evil expression in his eye.
"We have no wish to pry into anybody's affairs," answered the doctor
quietly. "We missed a boat with some of the people belonging to this
schooner, and we thought they might be aboard your vessel."
"I know nothing of the people you talk of; but as you have seen more
than you ought, I suspect you'll remain with us. We happen to want just
such a schooner as yours, so say no more about it. You may think
yourselves fortunate in not losing your lives. There's no disguise
about us, you see."
Had we before felt any doubts on the subject, these remarks would have
revealed to us too clearly the character of the people among whom we had
fallen. I was thankful, indeed, that we were not immediately murdered.
Why the desperadoes allowed us to live was a mystery. The doctor, they
thought, would be useful to them; and perhaps, as Jerry remarked, they
did not think us worth killing. The doctor, he, and I, stood together
near the gangway, with Surley at our feet, waiting what was next to
happen. Meantime the poor wounded Sandwich islander had been handed up,
and placed on the deck forward.
The vessel on board which we found ourselves was a large, handsome
craft, of fully a hundred and eighty tons; and, from her great beam, her
taunt, raking masts, the broad white ribbon outside, and the peculiar
paint and fittings on her deck, she was evidently American. There were
a good many white men among her crew; but there were also many blacks
and mulattoes, of every shade of brown and hue of olive or copper.
Never had I seen people of so many nations and tribes brought together,
while every one of them to my eyes appeared most villainous cut-throats.
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