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
"Well, sir," replied the man, "the way of it is this. By turnin' a
turtle over on its back you can always make certain that, if you're
obliged to go away and leave it, you'll find it in the same place when
you come back; because if a turtle's laid on its back it can't turn over
again by itself, and so is perfectly helpless and unable to move."
There were fourteen eggs in the "nest" in the sand; so Roger took off
his coat, and, tying the arms together, made a sort of bag of it, into
which he carefully put a few of the eggs. Then, carrying his parcel
very carefully, they resumed their journey. They found no more eggs at
that time, and discovered nothing further of importance, and shortly
afterwards arrived back at the hut, having completed their walk round
the islet.
Irwin reported that the man Evans had called for water, and had seemed
in great pain, but had revived a little after drinking, and was now
again asleep.
The two explorers deposited their burden of eggs, and told Jake of their
hopes regarding the turtle, arranging to go down again later and watch
for the creature, knowing how important it was to their health to secure
as varied a diet as possible. But before setting out again they put a
few of the eggs into the hot ashes of the fire and baked them in their
shells. When they thought they would be sufficiently cooked, they took
them out of the ashes, and roused Evans up with the news that another
meal was ready for him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
DEATH OF WILLIAM EVANS, AND APPEARANCE OF A PIRATE VESSEL.
It was with the utmost difficulty that they at length succeeded in
arousing the unfortunate man to a sense of his surroundings. Ever since
their landing on the sand-bank the poor fellow had been sinking with
startling rapidity. It seemed as though prior to their appearance he
had kept himself alive by a sheer effort of will, for the sole purpose
of relating his story and putting the avengers on the trail of his
former captain; and, this done, the strain was relaxed, and nature was
claiming her due. Evans at last sat up with great difficulty, passing
his hand over his forehead and gazing at his companions and around at
the new hut as though he had never seen either them or it before.
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