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
"Better run out toward the reef and approach from that side," said the
doctor, after considering for a few moments the difficulties of their
position.
For they were literally in the dark, and did not know but what they
might be running into danger--that from the canoes which must be
attacking the crew, or that of getting into their friends' line of fire.
As the doctor kept a sharp look-out, he helped to lay the wounded man in
a more easy position, and bathed his head and face with the
comparatively cool water; but the poor fellow showed no sign of revival,
and Jack's face grew more anxious, the doctor's graver and more stern.
At the end of a few minutes they had passed out of the smoke cloud,
which was still increasing from the firing going on and the fumes
rolling out of the funnel, and they could now grasp the position of
affairs.
The steamer still lay at anchor, and she was engaging half-a-dozen long
canoes, whose occupants were raining arrows upon the deck, and every now
and then, with terrible temerity, they were paddled rapidly near enough
to hurl their spears at any one they could see.
"Well, we must risk it, and get on board somehow," said the doctor.
"Give way, my lads, and pull for your lives. I'll steer as well under
cover as I can. Jack, lad, keep on bathing the poor fellow's face."
The men began pulling with all their might, and the nearer they drew to
the yacht, naturally the better cover they secured, though, as Jack sat
dipping his handkerchief in the sea from time to time, and laying it
upon Ned's burning head, he wondered that one or other of the canoes did
not come round to meet them and cut them off.
Probably they were too much occupied by their own troubles, for, stung
at last by the vicious attack into fierce reprisals, the yacht was
giving the savages ample proof of her power.
"Don't fire at them with rifles," Sir John had said, "it is only
slaughtering the poor ignorant wretches. Give them some good sharp
lesson that shall teach them to respect an English vessel come upon a
peaceful mission."
"There is only one, sir," said the captain quietly. "Sink two or three
of the canoes with round-shot."
"You feel that it is absolutely necessary?" asked Sir John.
"So necessary, that if we do not do that they will for certain board us,
and as they are about fifty to one, we shall not be here to-morrow to
tell the tale."
Sir John hesitated no longer, and just as the boat was racing for the
yacht, the firing had begun, the former shots having been with blank
cartridge, in the vain hope of scaring the enemy away.
The boat was now sighted from the yacht's deck, and a faint cheer
reached Jack's ears as they sped over the water. But while they were
still some three hundred yards from the gangway, one of the great canoes
suddenly started away from the others, and with the paddles making the
water flash and foam, came round the yacht's bows and made a dash for
the solitary little boat to cut her off.
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