Next came Tomtit, who was right enough, no doubt, in his way; only being
so long and wankle, [(Lincolnshire dialect), weak, sickly] I couldn't
help thinking he'd be like a knife I used to have--out and out bit of
stuff, but weak in the spring; and just when you were going to use it
for something particular, it would shut up, or else double backwards.
That's just what I expected Tomtit would do--double up somewhere; so I
dursn't only put him down at half a one.
Then there was the fat passenger who cried. He showed fight a bit in
the scrimmage; but I hadn't much faith in him; there was too much water
in him for strength; so I dursn't put him down neither for more than
half. While as for Mr Bell, poor chap, and his sister, they were worse
than noughts, being like in one's way. So you see that altogether I had
to depend on two and two was four, and one and a half was five and a
half, and a half made six; and another half, which I put to balance the
two noughts to the bad, making, all told, what I reckoned as six, and
myself thrown into the bargain.
And now came the question: How was we good men and true to get the
better of seventeen of they? I turned it over all sorts of ways. Once
I thought I'd get the doctor to poison the lot, only it seemed so
un-English like, even if the others were mutineers and pirates, while
most likely they wouldn't have taken the poison if we'd wanted them to.
Poison 'em with rum, so that they couldn't move, might be managed,
perhaps, with some of 'em, if the stuff was laid in their way; and that
might answer, if a better plan couldn't be thought of. To go right at
them without a stratagem would have been, of course, madness, though Sam
Brown was for that when I talked to him, saying, thinking wasn't no use,
and all we had to do was to get first fire at 'em twice, and shoot
twelve, when we could polish off the other five easy. Now, that sounded
all very nice; but I was afraid it wouldn't work; so I gave it up, and
asked Bill Smith his opinion; but he said he hadn't none.
I'd have given something to have had a long palaver with Mr Ward; for I
think we might have knocked up something between us that would have kep'
out water; but a talk with him being out of the question, I had to think
it out myself; and all I could come at was, that the best thing would be
to leave a bottle or two of rum where the watch could find it; and then,
if we could shut down the hatches on the others, we might do some good.
That seemed the simplest dodge I could get hold of; for it looked to me
as if the more one tried to work out something fresh, the more one
couldn't.
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