The young lads all looked at me, to see what I'd say, for no one took
much notice of Mr Wallace. Bill Smith, too, who was much better, he
looks at me; and I s'pose old Sam meant to do the same, but when I
turned to him, all I could make out was the whites of his eyes, till he
turned his head on one side, and I got a sight of one eye, when he
turned his head t'other way, and then I see t'other.
It was very plain that they meant me to be spokesman; and seeing that
was to be the case, and that, after a fashion, they left me to decide, I
just turns it over in my own mind for a hit, and seeing as I should be
wanted in the boats to help make the land somewhere, as they was to be
loaded with a set of the helplessest beings as ever breathed--why, I
says: "T'others can do as they like; as for me, you never asked me at
first; and as you've done without me so far, why, you can do without me
now--till you gets to the gallows," I added, but so as they couldn't
hear me. And, though I hardly expected it from the lads, they said
they'd do as I did; while, as for Bill and Sam, they always was a pair
of the helplessest babbies as ever breathed, and left me to think for
'em ever since we first sailed together--indeed, I don't fancy as Sam
ever had any thinking machinery at all. Howsoever, they said as they'd
stick by me; and Van gave a curse and a swear, and a blow or two at us;
and then, after a bit of 'scussion, in which women was named two or
three times, and Van and another party was quite at loggerheads for a
time, he gave his orders, big and bounceable like, and telling us to
lend a hand, he made ready to lower down one of the boats.
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STORY TWO, CHAPTER TEN.
Two boats were lowered down, and my two mates and me and the four
sailors was to man 'em. They let down Captain Harness, wounded and half
mad as he was, into one boat, and Mr Wallace the mate into the other;
and then a couple of compasses, and some breakers of water, a bag or two
of biscuit, and a tub of butter were shoved in. Then came the job of
getting the passengers over the side. The men were ordered up first,
and, some wounded, some savage, some weak and disheartened, they were
made to take their places, six of the mutineers keeping guard with
cocked pistols and drawn cutlashes. I believe, though, in spite of
their weapons, that a little English pluck was all that was needed to
save the ship; but no attempt was made, and, trembling and frightened,
the women and children were ordered up, and then the boats were loaded.
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