There was no time to choose who should be your next enemy, for two or
three were at you directly, and there I was at last, fighting best way I
could with my fists, driven here and there, with the planks slippery
with blood, and men, some wounded, some only stunned, lying about for
you to fall over.
I kept casting an eye at Mr Ward, and could see that he was fighting
like a hero; but all at once I made a jump to get at him, for I saw Van
creep up behind, while he was defending himself from a big fellow with a
cutlash, and though I shouted to him, it was of no use, for the poor
young fellow was cut down just as I turned dizzy from being fetched to
the deck with a crack from a marlinespike.
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STORY TWO, CHAPTER NINE.
When I came to again, my head was aching awfully, and I found myself
lying upon the deck, with old Sam Brown dabbing my forehead with a wet
swab. Close beside me was Bill Smith, and the sight of him alive did me
so much good that I jumped up into a sitting position, and gave his hand
a good shake. But, there, it was for all the world like having boiling
lead poured from one side to the other of your head, and I was glad to
lean against the bulkhead again.
There were half-a-dozen of the crew keeping watch over us, while Sam
whispered to me that six bodies had been shoved out of the port--three
being passengers; as to the rest on our side, Mr Ward's seemed the
worst wound, but he, poor fellow, was sitting up pale and anxious, with
his handkerchief tied round his head, and evidently, like me, wondering
what was to happen next.
I could not help noticing soon after how well the women bore it all;
hushing and chattering to the children to keep them quiet, and doing all
they could to keep them from noticing our wild and wounded faces. They
were all huddled together in the big cabin, while, with the exception of
the men on guard, the mutineers were on deck. From the slight rolling
of the ship, it seemed that they had altered her course; but my head was
too much worried and confused for me to notice much, and that day
slipped by, and the night came--such a night as, I pray God, I may never
again pass; for the cabin-hatches were closed upon us, and none of the
men stayed down, but after serving round some biscuit and water, and
some rank bad butter at the bottom of one of the little tubs, they went
on deck, though we soon found that a couple of them kept watch.
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