Among Malay Pirates : a Tale of Adventure and PerilHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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Among Malay Pirates : a Tale of Adventure and Peril
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Pirates -- Juvenile fiction
“I expect something has occurred to keep him,” Harry said. “I am quite
convinced that he would have come if he could. He may be in trouble
himself with some of his neighbors, or he may have tried to exert
himself too soon and done himself damage. I am quite convinced that
he meant what he said. At any rate, till this business here comes to a
head, we are not likely to be able to go up and pay a visit to him.”
“No, I am quite sure that the captain would not let us go now, and
indeed, I would not ask him, even if I were sure he would, for we may
get to blows with the rajah any day; he cannot put off giving a final
answer much longer. I wonder the captain stood his shilly shallying so
long as he has.”
It was but two evenings after this that, as the two midshipmen were
leaning against the bulwarks, watching the reflection of the stars in
the sluggish stream, a native sampan stole silently out from the shadow
of the shore and dropped down alongside the Serpent. So noiseless was
the movement that the two men on the lookout in the bow did not notice
it, and the midshipmen thought it was a shadow of some dark object
floating down stream, when it came alongside and a man stood up.
“Hello!” Harry said, “you must not come alongside like this: what do you
want?”
“Dick, Harry, Doctor; come from Hassan.”
“Oh, that is it; all right, come on board,” and, leaning over, he
stretched out his hand to the native, who seized it, and in a moment
stood by his side on the deck, holding the head rope of his sampan in
his mouth.
“Davis,” Harry said to the sailor who was standing two paces away, “just
go down to the wardroom, and tell the doctor, with my compliments,
that I shall be obliged if he will come on deck at once. Say that it is
something particular.”
A minute later the doctor appeared. “I was just in the middle of a
rubber, Dick, and if you have not an uncommonly good reason for calling
me up I will make you smart for it, the first time you get under my
hands. Whom have we got here?”
“He is a messenger from Hassan; he mentioned our names and yours.”
“Ah, I am glad of that,” the doctor said, rubbing his hands together;
“they have been chaffing me in the wardroom about it, and prophesying
that I should never hear of him again. Well, what does he say?”
“He has not said anything except our names, Doctor, and that he comes
from Hassan. I don't suppose he knows any more English, and I thought we
had better consult you, whether it would be best to send for Soh Hay; he
may have brought some message of importance.”
“Right, lad. I think the most prudent thing will be to tell the captain
first. It may only be a message to say why he has not come, or it may be
a matter of some importance. I will go to him at once.”
Two or three minutes later he returned. “You are to bring him to the
captain's cabin. Here, Davis, pass the word forward that the captain
wants to see Soh Hay in his cabin.”
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