He then lit another match, and held it to the soaked oakum on the deck,
spear after spear being thrown, several of which he escaped as by a
miracle. Another moment or two, and the thick smoke formed a veil
between the two young men and their enemies, who threw spear after
spear, but without effect.
"Won't they be fine and mad?" cried Bob. "Here, give me your rifle,
Ali, old fellow, and I'll have a couple of shots at them. No, I won't,"
he said, handing the rifle back; "I can't shoot in cold blood. Come
along, or we shall be roasted ready for our friends there, if they are
disposed to be cannibals. My word, how she burns!"
His last words were not uncalled for, as the light wood of which the
Malay vessel was composed began to blaze furiously; so fast indeed, that
the middy and his friend were driven into making rather an undignified
retreat before the great leaping tongues of flame and the rolling
volumes of smoke that in a few minutes ran from end to end of the
vessel.
"Push off, my lads," cried Bob, as he took his place in the
stern-sheets, coughing and sneezing from the effects of the pungent
smoke. "Give way!" he cried; "there's a signal flying for our return."
Just then a shot came from the steamer as well, and with the Malays
beginning to fire at them from among the reeds, the cutter was rowed
rapidly back to the steamer's side, the prahu meanwhile blazing
furiously, and promising soon to burn down to the water's edge.
"Come, Mr Roberts," cried the lieutenant impatiently; "you have been a
long time."
"Yes, sir," said Bob, smiling at Ali, "there was a good deal of
spear-throwing towards the last, and we had to dodge them."
"The enemy is not easily frightened," said the lieutenant, as the
propeller once more rapidly revolved; "but we must get back, for I fancy
I can hear firing below, and I am afraid they are attacking the fort now
for a change."
"What shall you do, sir?" said Bob eagerly.
"It is not the custom, Mr Roberts, for the officer in command to
explain his plans to his subordinates; but if you must know, I shall run
the steamer as close up to the fort as I can, and there keep her, if the
Malays do not prove too strong for us."
Then walking to and fro for a few minutes, he ended by going up to where
old Dick, with a bandage round his head, was calmly masticating a lump
of tobacco.
"I have never thanked you for your capital idea," said the lieutenant.
"That hot water saved us in a terrible pinch."
"Yes, sir," said Dick, grinning, "it saved us; but it warn't my idee at
all. `There's lots of boiling water, Dick,' says Mr Roberts, yonder;
`screw on the hose, and tell the engineer what you want. Then when
all's ready, and it seems a good time, lay hold of the branch, and play
up among the niggers,' sir; and I did as soon as I could, but my head
were in that muzzy state that--"
"There is firing going on," said the lieutenant. "Mr Roberts, clear
again for action."
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