Across the Spanish Main: A Tale of the Sea in the Days of Queen BessCollingwood, Harry
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Across the Spanish Main: A Tale of the Sea in the Days of Queen Bess
Collingwood, Harry
Adventure stories; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Sea stories
Then out came the hangers, and the sailors charged the remaining
assailants, who turned resolutely to meet them, while Harry and Roger,
rising from the floor of the cave, dashed down on the rear, cutting and
slashing and thrusting with right good will, their strength renewed
somewhat by a sight of their own countrymen.
Thus taken in front and rear, the blacks, seized with sudden panic,
broke and fled, followed by another storm of shot from the sailors.
"Now," shouted Leigh, "make for the boats ere they return in
overwhelming numbers!"
In response to this order the English all went off along the beach at
the double, and soon reached the boats, which were not very far away.
They embarked forthwith, and were soon once more on board their
respective ships.
"Well, my boys," said Cavendish as the inseparables climbed the ship's
side, "this morning's adventure was not enough for you, it would appear,
so you must needs go and get yourselves into another mess. Now, mark my
words, you will some day get into a scrape, and one or the other of you
will fail to come out again alive!"
CHAPTER SEVEN.
THEY CAREEN THE SHIPS, ARE ATTACKED, AND DISCOVER THAT THEY ARE NOT THE
FIRST TO VISIT THE INLET.
It was by this time fast approaching evening, and too late to start
lightening the ships that day, since in the tropics the transition from
broad daylight to total darkness is extremely sudden, the light dying
away after sunset like the drawing of a curtain. The men, therefore,
immediately upon their arrival on board, were piped down to supper, and
ordered by their several officers to turn in early, as the next day
would be a long and arduous one for them.
There was no moon, and the figures of the various men on watch could be
but dimly discerned in the starlight, while the stars themselves,
reflected in the dark water, made the placid surface of the bay look as
though studded with gems, presenting a most beautiful spectacle.
Roger and Harry, although they would have to work as hard as any of the
others next morning, did not feel inclined to sleep, their minds being
still in a state of unrest after their two hairbreadth escapes of the
day. They therefore remained on deck, walking so softly up and down as
to disturb nobody. They had taken but a few turns when their attention
was attracted by the sound of low voices, being those of the men
constituting the anchor watch. Roger and his friend strolled up to
them, and, sitting down on the breech of a gun, prepared to listen to
what was evidently a yarn that the old quarter-master, Cary, was
spinning.
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