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
We dared not move, but remained there watching; and it now became pretty
evident that the men had come down to examine the wreck, for they began
to hurry about, chattering away as they searched in all directions
amongst the fragments, one or another setting up a shout from time to
time, which brought others to him. Then we saw them drag out now a
chest from the sand in which it was bedded, now a cask; and soon after
there was a burst of excitement over something we could not make out;
but it was evidently a satisfactory find, for they bore it up from the
sea to the soft, warm, dry sand, and all sat down round about it.
"Find something velly good to eat," whispered Ching. "Now allee velly
busy; come along, hide."
It was very good advice; and we followed him down from the ridge, and in
and out at the foot of the cliff, seeking for some place of concealment;
for I had not a doubt about our fate if we were seen. In fact, I did
not breathe freely until the great ridge and several masses of rock were
between us; and only then, a good half-mile away in the direction from
which we had come, did we venture to speak above our breath.
"Velly big pity," said Ching, whose face was all in wrinkles. "Velly
muchee wish back at fancee shop."
"Let's find a place before we talk about that," I said.
"Yes; soon findee place."
"Here, what is it, Jecks?" I cried, catching our companion's arm; for
he suddenly gave a lurch as we struggled through the loose sand, and
nearly fell.
"Bit done up, sir," he said, with a piteous smile. "Wound in my leg
makes me feel sick, and the sun's hot. Is there a drop o' water to be
got at anywhere?"
I looked round at the glowing sand and rocks with a feeling of horrible
despair coming over me. Yes, there was water--hundreds and thousands of
miles of water, blue, glistening, and beautiful in the calm morning, but
none that we could give a parched and fainting man to drink.
"Try and creep along a little farther," I said. "Let's get you in
hiding, and then Ching and I will search for some and bring it--"
As I spoke I remembered that I had nothing that would hold water, and I
felt constrained to add--
"Or fetch you to it."
"All right, sir," said the man, with a weary smile; "allus obey your
officers."
Ching went to his other side, and supported him some fifty yards
farther, our way now being through quite a chaos of rocks, which had
been loosened in bygone times from the cliff above. Then, so suddenly
that we were not prepared, the poor fellow dropped with his full weight
upon our arms, and we had to lower him down upon a heap of drifted sand.
"No go, sir," he said softly; "I'm a done-er."
"No, no; rest a bit, and we'll find a cool place somewhere. I daresay
we shall see a cave along here."
"Can't do it, sir," he said feebly; "I've kep' on as long as I could.
It's all up. Never mind me. If those beggars see you, they'll have no
mercy on you, so go on and try and get away."
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