Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction
It was easy enough to an active lad, and once started there was no time
for shrinking. Quickly enough he was standing first upon the flukes,
then upon the stock, while the next minute he was grasping the port-rail
and trying to look down on to the deck, where he fancied he made out the
figures of three or four men. But everything was so indistinct that he
could not be sure, and he prepared to climb over, when he felt a touch
upon his arm and started violently, for he had forgotten their
arrangement that Poole should bear a part in the disabling of the gun.
He dared not speak, but just gave his companion's arm a grip, slipped
silently over the bulwark, and went down at once on all-fours like a
dog. Poole was by his side directly, and as they knelt, both tried to
make out the exact position of the gun, and both failed, till Fitz
lowered himself a little more, and then repeating his investigation
managed to bring the muzzle of the great piece between him and the
stars, towards which it was pointed, slightly raised.
All was so still, and the deck apparently so deserted, that his task now
seemed to be ridiculously easy; and beginning to creep aft towards the
great carriage, which was planted a little forward of 'midships, one
hand suddenly came into contact with something soft and warm, with the
result that there was an angry snarl, a snap, and a hand was brought
down with a heavy slap upon the deck.
In an instant there was a start, and a low growling voice asked what was
apparently a question as to what was the matter. The response came from
the man who had struck the blow; but what he said was unintelligible to
the listeners, who had immediately shrunk flat upon the deck, conscious
as they were that two of the crew had been sleeping within touch, while
for aught they knew others might be all around.
All notion now of the task being ridiculously easy was swept away, and
the two adventurous lads lay hardly daring to breathe for what seemed a
quarter of an hour, before a deep stertorous breathing told that the
danger was for the moment passed and the time for action come.
It was Fitz who this time set the example of beginning, and he did it by
thrusting softly with one foot till he could feel where Poole lay ready
to seize him by the ankle and give it a warm pressure which the lad took
to mean--Go on.
Raising himself a little, he began to creep aft once more, bearing to
his left towards where he believed the carriage and turn-table of the
great gun to be, and reaching them without further interruption, and so
easily that his task seemed to become once more simple in the extreme.
Reaching carefully out, he satisfied himself as to his position, took a
step upward, and found directly after that he was about the middle of
the gun, whose breech lay a little to the right and was reached with
ease.
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