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
"I hope so," I said; but asked myself the next moment whether I really
did hope so.
"Velly bad fightee, bad pilates come, and captain killee whole lot.
Allee velly bad man, killee evelybody."
"Do you think they will come out of hiding?"
"Ching don'tee know. Ching thinkee muchee so. Now go sleepee. Velly
much tire."
He curled himself up, drawing his tail round out of the way, and seemed
to go off directly; while I rejoined the officer of the watch, who
happened to be Mr Brooke, and we walked right forward to the bows, and
saw that the men were keeping a bright look-out.
"Well, Herrick," he said, "got your dirk sharp?"
"No," I said. "Don't laugh at me, please, Mr Brooke."
"Oh no, I will not laugh at you, my lad," he said; "but as it is quite
likely that we may have a bit of a scrimmage to-morrow, if the
scoundrels are lured out of their holes, and grow desperate on finding
that they have made a mistake, you had better keep out of the way."
"But--"
"Oh yes, I know what you are going to say; but you are very young yet,
and what chance would you have against a great strong savage Chinaman--
for there are plenty of powerful fellows among these scoundrels. You
must wait a bit before you take to fighting."
I felt uncomfortable. He seemed to be looking down upon me so, in spite
of my being an officer; but I could not boast of my strength, and
remained silent for a time.
"Do you think they are likely to get on board, sir?"
"Oh no," he said. "We shall not give them a chance. Once the captain
is sure that they are the pirates, if we are lucky enough to lure them
well out from the shore, the men will be ordered up to the guns, and we
shall give them a few broadsides, and sink them."
"It sounds horrid, sir," I said. "Then they'll never have a chance to
fight us?"
"Not if we can help it, my lad. But, as you say, it does sound horrid,
and rather cowardly; but what would you do with a poisonous snake? You
would not give it a chance to strike at you first, if you met it and had
a loaded gun in your hands?"
"Of course not, sir," I said quickly.
"Well, these wretches are as dangerous as venomous serpents, and, after
what you saw on board that barque, you do not think we need be squeamish
about ridding the earth of such monsters?"
"No, sir, not a bit," I said quickly.
"Neither do I, Herrick. I should like to aim the gun that sends a shot
through them between wind and water."
"Light on the port bow!" announced the look-out forward; and, upon using
his night-glass, Mr Brooke made out the vessel, which showed the light
to be a large junk, with her enormous matting-sails spread, and gliding
along faster than we were, and in the same direction.
As we watched the light, it gradually grew fainter, and finally
disappeared, while all through our watch the screw kept on its slow
motion, just sending the gunboat onward.
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