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
"I want you to go, Lenny," said the doctor sternly. "I dare say you
will find another boat waiting. Send the men up to help the search.
But there is no need to send that message, Sir John is sure to have come
himself."
"Mean it, sir? I'm to go?" said Lenny.
"Yes, of course."
"Well, sir, I'd sooner keep on hunting for the poor lad all night than
face Sir John; but if you say I am to do it, why do it I must."
"Go then," said the doctor, "and mind, you are not to attempt to
return."
"Arks your pardon, sir, but it'll be 'bout two hours 'fore I get down to
the boat."
"No, no; not half that time," cried the doctor.
"We've come a long way, sir. What do you say, mates?"
"All two hours," was the reply.
"Yes, sir, you've been so anxious 'bout it you arn't noticed how the
time goes, and as I was going to say, by the time I get down to the boat
it will be black as the inside o' one o' the coal-bunkers."
The doctor stood gazing at the man wildly.
"There won't be no more searching then."
"You're right, you're right," groaned the doctor. "There, stop with us.
Come what may the poor fellows must be found."
_Bang_! went a signal gun again, and the echoes rolled away up the
mountain, growing fainter and fainter, while the lovely grove, full of
dazzling light and darkest shade, resplendent in its beauty, and with
the air fragrant with the freshened odour of leaf and flower, seemed to
Doctor Instow the most horrible solitude to which man had ever been
condemned.
"There they go again," said one of the men, as once more a gun was
fired.
"Forward," cried the doctor, rousing himself from his utter despondency.
"Which way, sir?" asked Lenny.
"Any way, my lads. System is of no use here. We must trust to chance."
"Think he can have got over into the next gully, sir?" said Lenny.
"No, no, impossible. It would take a party of strong men to cut a way
through, and they would not make the clearance in a week. Forward!
Open out and keep on giving a hail from time to time."
Another signal gun for their recall was fired.
"We can't help it," said the doctor. "Forward, my lads. We must find
them now."
It was not until the occasional glimpses of the sky they caught told him
by their altered colour that the night was close at hand, that the
doctor once more halted, and then gave the order for the party to return
as well as they could upon their tracks.
And now as they staggered more than walked wearily back a shot was fired
every few minutes, and a short halt made to listen for a response.
But none came, and they struggled on through the darkness, the rapidness
of the descent of the ground and the roar of the torrent at their side
being their only guides, for the darkness beneath the trees was now
intense.
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