Islands of the Pacific -- Juvenile fiction; Sea stories; Treasure troves -- Juvenile fiction
They were still more or less under the shelter of the land, but the
size of the waves had increased alarmingly, and more than one white
crest toppled into the little craft. Soon they were up to their ankles
in water, about which the dead fish floated.
“Bail um water out,” said the Kanaka, pulling a little harder to make
up for the deficiency when Dave shipped his oars.
The boy seized the tin and bailed furiously, but each time he got the
dory nearly empty another curling wave hit the prow and hissed its way
along the gunwale, slopping over the edge ominously as it went.
The stolid demeanour and dogged perseverance of the Kanaka helped
Dave to keep up his spirits, although there were times when he saw no
earthly hope of their getting back to the shore, especially when one
wave, angrier than the rest, spun the tiny craft half round and left it
half full.
“Bail um,” the Kanaka urged, heading the boat round again into the
teeth of the wind.
“Bail um,” indeed, Dave did, for his very life. Had another wave hit
them at that moment the dory would have sunk, but the fates were kind,
and he got most of the water out before more came in.
When the situation seemed as desperate as it very well could be, the
moon began to show a faint gleam, in which Dave could dimly discern
the outlines of the island, and a little while later, as though tired
of toying with its victims, the wind dropped suddenly. Dave and the
Kanaka had about three miles to row to the beach, and both were utterly
exhausted by the time the dory grounded.
Tempest, who, naturally, had feared they were both blown out to sea,
lectured the pair of them in a fatherly fashion.
“And as for you, Jim,” he said, turning to the Kanaka, “I should have
thought you had more sense than to take such chances with an off-shore
wind like that blowing. If you hadn’t got back with the dory I’d have
pulled your ears off.”
Jim grinned.
“Sea she no tell me about her fool tricks,” he replied in his curious
polyglot English picked up partly from the cosmopolitan crowds in
stokeholds and partly in the Philippines.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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