Jack at Sea: All Work and No Play Made Him a Dull BoyFenn, George Manville
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Jack at Sea: All Work and No Play Made Him a Dull Boy
Fenn, George Manville
Adventure stories; Natural history -- Juvenile fiction; Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction
"Then he ought to know better," said the doctor quickly. "Nothing to be
ashamed of, my lad. Imagination's a queer thing. I once fainted
because I thought I had cut myself, while I was skinning a dog which had
been poisoned. I was a student then, and knew the dangers of wounds
from a poisoned knife; and, by the way, we must take care of the wounds
from poisoned arrows. Well, when I washed my hand there wasn't a
scratch. You couldn't help it, Jack. Any man might be seized like that
after seeing Death make two darts at him and feeling him strike."
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"Is any one hurt?" said a voice then; and Mr Bartlett's head appeared
above the edge of the lava wall.
"No; all right. Only an alarm, and a narrow escape. How about the
savages?"
"They're gone in the direction of the yacht, gentlemen, and we must get
back as quickly as we can."
"Ah, look! look!" cried Ned excitedly, as he pointed out to sea;
"there's a canoe--two canoes--three."
They followed the direction of his pointing finger, and saw plainly
enough three long, low vessels full of men gliding by, with their
matting sails glistening in the sun, and not two miles out from where
they stood.
"Worse and worse," said the mate. "We must get back to the yacht,
gentlemen."
"Of course," said Sir John, drawing a deep breath. "Why, there must be
a hundred men in those canoes."
"Quite that, sir, I'm afraid," replied the mate. "Quick, please. It
will be terrible if they attack the captain while he is so
short-handed."
"But he has the big guns, and the men are well-trained," said the
doctor, as they hurried down to the boats.
"What is the use of them, sir, when a crowd of reckless savages are
swarming over the sides? He is lying at anchor too, and the yacht is
made helpless."
The men were soon in their places, pulling a long, steady stroke, and
thinking nothing of the hot sunshine.
"It is of no use to try and hide ourselves," said the mate, "for it is a
race between us who shall get there first."
"But they can't know the yacht is there," said Sir John.
"Perhaps not, sir; but they will soon sight us, and then run for the
opening in the reef, if they were not already going there."
"Well, there's one advantage on our side," said the doctor; "they can't
attack us till they get through the reef, so we're safe till then."
"Yes, sir," said the mate bitterly; "but I was thinking of the captain,
and his anxiety, alone there."
"Yes, of course," said Sir John; and he looked at the mate when he could
do so unobserved; and it seemed to Jack that he thought more highly of
Mr Bartlett than ever.
They had been rowing abreast, with the waters of the lagoon perfectly
smooth; but as they began to round one of the huge buttresses of lava
which had run down into the lake, they saw that the water all beyond was
disturbed by a breeze.
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