"Well, yes," says the other; "you _can_ get your breath."
Then we were quite still again for a piece, when Sam gives me a shove,
to call my attention to something.
"Well, what now?" I says.
"They're a-coming on deck," says Sam.
"They're in the right of it," I says; "and if--"
I got no more out, for there was a hand clapped over my mouth, and the
next moment I was at it in an up-and-down struggle with some one, but
not so hard but that I heard Sam Brown go down like a bullock upon the
deck; and then I shook myself free, ran to the mizen-shrouds, and sprang
up them like a cat; and, as soon as I was out of reach, leaned down and
listened.
There was no mistake about it: the ship had been taken with hardly so
much as a scuffle, and though I could not see more than a figure trot
quickly by one of the skylights, I could hear that the hatches were
being secured, and men posted there; and for a minute I felt sure that
we had been boarded in the darkness, and that I, one of the principal
men in the watch, had kept a bad lookout. Directly after, though, there
came a bit more scuffling and an oath or two, and I heard a voice that I
knew for Bill Smith's, and another that I could tell was Van's; and
then, like a light, it all came upon me that while we had been watching
out-board, there was an enemy in the ship, and the men had risen.
I wouldn't have it for a bit, feeling sure that I must have known of it;
but I was obliged to give in, for I heard next in the darkness a
hammering at the cabin doors, and the skipper's voice shouting to be let
out; and then came the mate's backing him up; then a pistol-shot or two,
and the shivering of glass, like as if the cabin skylight had been
broken; and then came Van's shrill voice, giving orders, and
threatening; and from the way the man spoke, I knew in a minute that
there had been a chained devil amongst us, and that he had broken loose.
As soon as I could pull myself together a bit, and get to think, I got
out my box, opens it and my knife, cuts a fresh bit of baccy, and then,
taking a good hold of the stay I was on, began to wonder what I'd better
do next. Staying where I was did very well for the present; but it
would not be such a great while before daybreak, and then I knew they
would see me, and, if I didn't come down, shoot me like a dog. I felt
sure that they had done for my two poor mates, for I could not hear a
sound of them; and seeing that joining the enemy below was out of the
question, what I had to do was to get to them in the cabin. But how?
There I was, perched up close to the top, with the yard swinging gently
to and fro; and between me and those I wanted to join, there was the
enemy. I felt puzzled; and in the midst of my thought, listening the
while as I was to the muttering of voices I heard below, I snapped-to
the lid of the steel box I had in my hand, and in the still night it
sounded quite sharp and clear.
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