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
The man took the baler, and began to send the water, which still came in
but slowly, over the side; while, after satisfying myself that we should
not be obliged to run our boat ashore and tramp back to the city, I kept
on directing anxious glances backward to see if we were pursued.
"We shan't sink, Herrick," said Mr Brooke, returning to my side; while,
after glancing at my very serious, and at the young lieutenant's stern
countenance, Ching crept forward under the oars to where the coxswain
was baling, and, getting a second tin from the locker, he seated
himself, tucked his loose things out of the way, and began meekly to
toss out the water as fast as he could scoop it up.
"That fellow's a traitor," said Mr Brooke to me in a low voice, after a
glance back by Ching.
"Oh no, I hope not, sir," I said.
"I wish I could hope so too, my lad. There's a deal of cunning in his
plans, and he tried hard to make it seem that he was all the time
working upon our side; but I feel as if he has led us into a trap, and
we were very nearly coming to our end in it without a man left to tell
the tale."
"But why, sir? What object could he have?"
"Plunder, for one thing; our boat, and weapons such as they cannot get.
Yes, I believe that he is in league with those pirates."
"Oh, I can't think it, Mr Brooke," I cried. "He has served us so
well."
"Yes, to gain his own ends."
"But surely he wouldn't do such a base thing for the sake of getting a
paltry share in these rifles and cutlasses?"
"He would have the satisfaction of seeing us massacred."
"But what satisfaction could that be, sir?" I cried. "We have always
been his friends."
"The Chinese hate the outer barbarians and foreign devils, as they call
us, my lad. They are obliged to tolerate our presence, but the common
people, as you know well, would feel an intense pleasure in murdering
every European they came across."
"All the same, sir," I said, "I don't believe poor old Ching would do
anything that was against us."
"Well, we shall see. But what an escape, my lad! What a trap we were
in!"
"And how capital to get out of it without having a man hurt."
"It's splendid, my lad. The captain will be delighted at that, and
forgive me about the boat."
"But we had to run away, sir," I said.
"Rather strange running away to charge that boat as we did! But don't
you take it into your head, my lad, that it is cowardly to retreat at
the proper time. It is madness to go throwing away the lives of your
men when you can do no good by fighting. It might sound very grand and
heroic for us to have fought both those boats, and then tried to capture
the junks; but we must have been cut to pieces in the attempt, and what
then--"
"We should have been able to say that we did not turn tail upon our
enemies."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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