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
"Help! help!" came in a sharp wail. "No cut tow-chang! No cut
tow-chang!"
"Nobody's going to cut it, my lad. All right, we've got you," came up
from close under the stern windows, where even if it had been light we
could not have seen.
"Found him?" cried the captain, who now came up.
"Ay, ay, sir! Will you lower us down a lantern, sir? He's tied up
somehow to the chain and a ring-bolt. We can't quite lee."
The next minute, as I stood there longing to lower myself down into the
boat, a lantern was swung over to them; while the men came swarming up
the hatchway, for the news had soon spread, and they came running as far
aft as they dared.
"Now then, steady," came from beneath us. "Let go; we've got you, I
say."
"No cuttee tow-chang! No cuttee tow-chang!"
"Then he must have caught at the rudder-chains as he was swept along the
side," said the captain. "Why didn't the fellow hail us, instead of
letting the boats go on such a fool's errand?"
"Too much scared, sir," replied Mr Reardon. "Below there! Got him in
the boat?"
"Got him, sir, and we can't get him," said one of the men. "He's all
twissen up round the chain in a knot somehow."
"What?"
"He's tied hisself up somehow."
"Well, then, cut him loose, man," cried Mr Reardon.
"No cuttee tow-chang! No cuttee tow-chang!" cried Ching in a piteous
wail.
"Not cut his toe?" said the captain in a tone full of disgust. "What
does he mean? He can't have tied his foot to the chain."
"Hold still, will yer!" growled a deep voice; "I'm only untwisten on it.
Nobody wants to cut yer pigtail."
"Oh, no cuttee tow-chang!" wailed Ching piteously.
"Tow-chang?" said the captain.
"Yes, sir; his tail," I said.
"Oh, I see! They're very proud of the length."
"Well, I'm blessed if ever I see such a snarl," cried the man below.
"That's it. There you are. Here, cut this hankychy thing."
"Got him now?"
"Ay, ay, sir! all right," came from the boat; and at this the men burst
out cheering again like mad, while the boat was drawn along the side
with difficulty till the falls were reached, hooked on, and with a stamp
and a run she was hauled up, and I was close up to the side as she was
swung in, and Ching lifted out dripping, and sank down in a heap as soon
as the men tried to set him on his feet.
"Here, let me have a look at him," said the doctor.
"But first of all, why did you cling there instead of calling for help?"
cried Mr Reardon angrily.
"Bah! don't worry the man, sir," said the doctor sharply. "He's nearly
insensible. What's this canister doing at the end of his tail?"
"Bah!" ejaculated the captain angrily, and he said something to Mr
Reardon, and then went down to the cabin.
"Look here," cried the lieutenant angrily, "I want the names of the men
who played this blackguardly trick upon the poor fellow."
"Yes, afterwards," said the doctor. "He's insensible, poor fellow.
Here, one of you, a knife?"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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