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
"They might have given us another half-hour, Herrick," he said. "I
should like to get the boys on board unhurt."
"Think they can get on ahead, sir?" I whispered.
"I hope not. The forest on each side is so dense that I don't fancy
they can get along any faster than we do. Make haste, my lads, make
haste," he said, almost in a whisper; "we shall have it dark here under
these trees before long."
Crash came another volley, accompanied by a savage yelling, but we were
so low down between the muddy banks that again the slugs went pattering
over our heads.
"Would you mind passing the word to the other boat, messmate," said a
familiar voice. "Tell 'em not to hurry themselves, as we're very
comfortable."
"Who's that? Silence!" cried Mr Reardon.
No reply came to his question, but I could hear the men chuckling.
The next minute they were serious enough, for there was a burst of
voices from very near at hand.
"Aim low, my lads," said Mr Reardon. "You six in the stern-sheets, as
near to where the shooting is as you can."
The rifles were levelled, three of the barrels being passed over our
shoulders. Then came the usual orders, and the pieces went off like
one.
This silenced our pursuers for a few minutes, during which we continued
our progress, snail-like at the best, for the boat in front looked like
a slug.
"I'd give the order to them to draw aside and let us pass, Herrick,"
whispered the lieutenant, who now, in this time of peril, grew very warm
and friendly; "but--ah, that's getting dangerous."
For another volley from very near at hand rattled over us, and was
answered by our men.
"What was I going to say?" continued the lieutenant coolly, "Oh, I
remember! If we tried to get by them they might take the ground with
all that load, and be stuck."
"And it would be a pity to have to leave that load, sir," I said.
"Velly best load--allee best silk!" cried Ching excitedly, "Good, velly
good plize-money!"
There was a roar of laughter at this, and Mr Reardon cried--
"Silence!"
Then, sharply, "Fire, my lads, if you see any one following."
"Ay, ay, sir."
"Yes, it would be a pity," said the lieutenant thoughtfully; "but it's
tempting. If we could get in front, Herrick, we could tow the load, and
it would shelter us all from the firing."
"Unless they got to be level with us, sir," I said.
"And--quick! right and left, my lads. Fire!" cried the lieutenant; for
there was the breaking of undergrowth close at hand on either side, and
a savage yelling commenced as our pursuers forced their way through.
The men, who had been like hounds held back by the leash, were only too
glad to get their orders; and in an instant there was quite a blaze of
fire from both sides of the boat, the bullets cutting and whistling
through the thick trees and undergrowth; and the movement on the banks,
with the cracking and rustling of the bushes and tufts of bamboo,
stopped as if by magic.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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