Dutch the Diver; Or, A Man's MistakeFenn, George Manville
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Dutch the Diver; Or, A Man's Mistake
Fenn, George Manville
Adventure stories; Deep diving -- Fiction; Treasure troves -- Fiction
"You tink so, sah?" chuckled 'Pollo.
"Sartin sure."
"Den I wear white hankcher and white wescoat ebery day; and make some
darn niggah clean my boots free times over. Yah, yah, yah."
"Here, I shall be smothered if I stop up here much longer, 'Pollo," said
Oakum, stepping out upon the deck, where all was dark and silent, only a
very faint light now coming up through the cabin skylight.
"It am hot, sar, berry hot," said 'Pollo, and they stood at the side
staring at the shore, where the undergrowth seemed to be lit up by a
shower of fallen stars, which leaped and danced from leaf to leaf, while
the very sea beneath them seemed alive with pale shining points of
light, which glided softly along till some fish darted through the water
and made the little starry dots flash into a long line of light.
Against the side of the ship there seemed to be so much pale golden
light rising and falling, showing the copper sheathing of the vessel,
and surrounding it with a soft halo which made its shape just faintly
outlined from stem to stern. The cables, too, by which it was moored
could be faintly traced as lines of light illuminated and sparkling
right to the sand below, and for some little time the two men stood
watching in silence.
"Dat's shark," whispered 'Pollo, suddenly, as he pointed down to where
the points of light flashed more vividly as they were agitated, and
though they could not make out the shape of the monster, it was plain to
see that some great fish was slowly gliding through the water.
"What's he hanging about after?" said Oakum, watching the place
intently. "I should have thought it had been made too warm for them
gentlemen, and they'd have give us a wide berth."
"He know somebody go to die soon," said 'Pollo, in a low voice. "Dat
Mass' Studwick or pretty Missee Pugh."
"Don't you talk humbug," said Oakum, with a growl. "Phew! it's strange
and hot; I shall go and turn in."
"You soon turn out again. Mass' Oakum, you go below. De cockroach hab
fine game night like dis hyar, sah, and de skeetas buzz bout like
anyfing. You top on deck and lay down under de awning. Dey coming on
deck dose oder chap half baked, sah."
"How do you know?" growled Sam.
"I hear some one, sah, just now come crawl up, and--Oh, Goramighty, who
hit me on de head?"
For just then there was a dull thud, a fall, and Sam Oakum felt himself
seized from behind, and a hard hand placed over his mouth.
He was too sturdy a fellow, though, to submit to that, and wrenching
himself free he sent one of his assailants one way, and the other
sprawling over the body of 'Pollo, and darting aside, he gave a spring,
caught at the inner side of the main shrouds, swung his legs up, and as
the two men ran in pursuit of him they passed beneath him in the
darkness, and he climbed softly up higher and higher, then crawling
round to the outside, and clung there, gazing down into the darkness
below, feeling that he had had a narrow escape for his life.
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