Leonard Lindsay ; $b or, the story of a buccaneerReach, Angus B. (Angus Bethune)
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Leonard Lindsay ; $b or, the story of a buccaneer
Reach, Angus B. (Angus Bethune)
Buccaneers -- Fiction; Historical fiction
hearing shouts and the reports of guns very faintly, and gradually
becoming more so, until they were no longer audible, we congratulated
ourselves that the hunters were out of the way, and that so far, our
task would be easy.
The next point was, how to get on board the schooner so suddenly
and so quietly as to leave those in charge of her no opportunity of
giving an alarm. First we thought of swimming, but Le Picard was not
skilful at this exercise; and, besides, we saw the backs and snouts
of several caymans, moving about in the water. Then Nicky proposed to
swing ourselves aboard, by means of the warps, fixed to the trees;
but on close examination, we found the banks so precipitous, that
it would be very difficult to make our way to the ropes, without
giving an alarm. We were thus in considerable perplexity, fearing our
scheme would miscarry in the very outset, when I observed a means
whereby we might, although at some risk, accomplish our end. I have
said that the cove or creek was so narrow that the branches of the
great trees, growing in the refts of the rock on either side, met
and interlaced, and from these branches hung perpendicularly, like
great ropes, many long tendrils or withes, very tough and strong.
Now, as it chanced, one of these depending from a stout branch,
swung close by the fore-top-mast head of the schooner, dangling
indeed to the cross-trees. I pointed this out to my comrades, and
they all agreed that it would be very possible to clamber out upon
the bough, and slide down the withe into the rigging; but that the
deck must be clear when we made the attempt, otherwise we could not
fail of being discovered. It was fortunate, therefore, that the man
with the striped cap continued in the cook-house, where we heard him
clattering amongst pots and pans, and concluded that he was preparing
a meal for the men ashore. But, as Nicky said, when one cooks a
dinner, one never knows who may eat it. The boy remained about the
deck for some time, but at length went into the cabin, and, staying
there, we concluded to make the venture. Fastening our guns across
our shoulders, we again shook hands, and vowed to stand by each other
to the death. Then we crept cautiously along, until we came to the
tree, from which sprang the great branch, which we looked to be the
first stage of our journey to the schooner’s deck. This tree grew
about a fathom beneath the edge of the rock, but it was easy to swing
ourselves down to it, by the matted vegetation, which clung to the
face of the stone. Then, one after another, we crawled out upon the
bough, which shook a little, but bore us bravely. The schooner was
now right below, and not a living thing stirring on her decks. I was
the first man, and Nicky was at my heels. The Indian came next, and
the Frenchman brought up the rear. All of us whites being sailors,
the feat was not difficult; and as for the Mosquito man, he could
climb like a cat. Having satisfied myself that the withe was well
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