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
"Cease firing!" cried Mr Reardon; and then, as if to himself, "Every
shot is wasted."
I did not think so, for it had checked the enemy, who allowed us to go
on slowly another hundred yards or so.
"Allee velly dleadful," whispered Ching to me, as he crouched in the
bottom of the boat. "You tinkee hit Ching?"
"I hope not," I said. "Oh no; we shall get out into the river
directly."
"No," he said; "velly long way yet."
"But who are these?" I said--"some village people?"
"Pilate," he cried. "Allee come home not kill, and findee plize-money
gone. Makee velly angly. Wantee chop off sailor head."
"Like to catch 'em at it," growled Tom Jecks, who had been very silent
for some time.
"Silence there!" cried Mr Reardon sternly. Then to me, "We seem to
have checked them, Herrick."
At that moment there was a sudden stoppage in front, and our coxswain
growled--
"Starn all!"
"What is it?" cried Mr Reardon, rising.
There was a rattle of matchlocks from our right, and Mr Reardon fell
sidewise on to me.
"Hurt, sir?" I cried in agony.
"Yes, badly--no--I don't know," he cried, struggling up with his hand to
his head. "Here! why has that boat stopped?"
His voice was drowned by the reports of our men's rifles, as they fired
in the direction from which the shots had come; and just then a voice
from the laden boat came through the semi-darkness--
"Ahoy!"
"Yes; what is it?" I said, as I saw that a man had crawled over the
stack-like load.
"There's a gang in front, sir; and we're aground."
"And the tide falling," muttered Mr Reardon. "Herrick, I'm a bit hurt;
get our boat close up; half the men are to come astern here, and check
the enemy; the other half to help unload and get enough into our boat to
lighten the other."
"Yes, sir," I said; and I gave the orders as quickly and decisively as I
could.
The men responded with a cheer; and, with scarcely any confusion, our
boat's head was made fast to the other's stern, and the men swarmed on
to the top of the load, and began to pass down the bales rapidly from
hand to hand.
Crash came a ragged volley from right ahead now; but this was answered
by three rifles in the stern of the laden boat, and repeated again and
again, while the strong party in the stern of ours kept up a fierce fire
for a few minutes.
It was a perilous time, for we knew that if the enemy pushed forward
boldly we should be at their mercy. They could come right to the edge
of the bank unseen, so dense was the cover; and, working as our men were
at such a disadvantage in the gloom, which was rapidly growing deeper,
there was no knowing how long it would be before the first boat was
sufficiently lightened to float again; it even seemed to be possible
that we might not keep pace with the fall of the tide, and then perhaps
we should also be aground.
"Hurt much, sir?" I said to Mr Reardon, who was now seated resting his
head upon his hand.
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