Blue Jackets: The Log of the TeaserFenn, George Manville
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Blue Jackets: The Log of the Teaser
Fenn, George Manville
Chinese -- Juvenile fiction; Sea stories
"Three lots of six," I said, as I now saw plainly enough how it was that
the prisoners were in such a strange position. For they had been
dragged together and their pigtails lashed into a tight knot, a process
admirably suited to the object in hand--to render them perfectly
helpless; and their aspect certainly did not excite my anger.
Meanwhile the boatswain had stepped into the swinging boat, and he
turned to me, but looked at Smith as he spoke.
"Like to try whether either of the others will bite, Mr Herrick?" he
said.
Smith coloured and frowned.
"No, thank you," I replied; "I'm satisfied."
"Now then, you two," said the boatswain, "stand by with your bayonets;
and you, my lads, be ready as we cast them loose. Get a good grip of
each fellow by the tail; he'll be helpless then."
I stood looking on at the curious scene, and the next minute was
conscious of the fact that the first lieutenant had returned to
supervise the putting of the prisoners in irons himself; and, as the
tails were unlashed, he took note of the men who were injured, and had
them lifted out and laid on deck.
The others made no attempt to escape, for they were too firmly held;
but, as the armourer fitted on the irons, I could see their
wild-beast-like eyes rolling in different directions, and then become
fixed with a look of savage hate on our men, who were certainly none too
tender with a set of wretches who only waited an opportunity to destroy
life without the slightest compunction.
At last they were all lying on the deck--nine with serious wounds, the
other half for the most part injured, but only to a very slight extent,
and these were soon after taken one by one between a file of marines to
the place in the hold appointed once more for their prison.
Then the doctor came up for ten minutes, and, after a few words with the
sergeant of marines, examined the nine prisoners, passing over six to
the sergeant with orders, and having three laid aside for his own
ministrations.
We three lads stood watching the sergeant, who had evidently had some
practice in ambulance work, and skilfully enough he set to work sponging
and bandaging injuries. But all the time a couple of marines stood, one
on either side, ready to hold the prisoners down, for each seemed to
look upon the dressing of his wounds as a form of torture which he was
bound to resist with all his might.
"Nice boys, Mr Herrick," said the boatswain drily. "Do you know why we
are taking all this pains?"
"To save their lives and give them up to the authorities at Tsin-Tsin, I
suppose."
"Yes, sir."
"For them to be put on their trial for piracy on the high seas."
"Yes, sir, that's it; but it would be a greater kindness to let the
wretches die out of their misery."
"But some of them mayn't be guilty," I said.
The boatswain laughed.
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