Mr. Midshipman Glover, R.N.: A Tale of the Royal Navy of To-dayJeans, T. T. (Thomas Tendron)
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Mr. Midshipman Glover, R.N.: A Tale of the Royal Navy of To-day
Jeans, T. T. (Thomas Tendron)
Adventure stories; Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
They went down below immediately, whilst officers and men crowded round
the after gangway and along the side to get a view of the steam-boat—the
first trophy they had won from the pirates—and to ask rapid questions
from the blue-jackets of "No. 3", who now formed her crew.
"We don’t know nothing about it," said the temporary coxswain. "We sees
a flare, they having thrown oil on the fires, and turns our search-light
on ’em, and in a few minutes alongside she comes as cool as you
please—the Commander working the engines ’imself, Mr. Glover adoing
stoker, an’ Pat Jones a-steering of ’er, with a boat be’ind ’em
chock-full o’ ’arf-dead Chinamen."
"What has become of the dinghy?" somebody asked.
"It ain’t come back, that’s all we knows, an’ ever since we’ve been
bobbing about in this ’ere craft on our lonesome."
Meanwhile, down in the Captain’s cabin, Cummins was giving an account of
all that had happened since he had left the _Laird_. Helston’s face
dropped when he mentioned the 12-inch gun mounted on the hilltop, but
the Commander with a decisive gesture and a glitter in his eyes said:
"That is the key of the whole island, sir, and I’m going to capture it
to-morrow morning if you will let me. After getting back to ’No. 3’ I
took a short rest, and, an hour before sunrise this morning, put a crew
into the steam-boat, saw that they had plenty of coal and water, left
them in charge of the other boat we had captured, and went round in ’No.
3’ to the south of the island, to the foot of the hill. The sea was
quite calm, and I went inshore in a Berthon boat, discovered a place
where I can land, waited till there was enough light for me to make
certain that it was possible to scale the hill-slopes, and then came
away again, without, as far as I know, being seen. I steamed back,
picked up the steam-boat and joined you. That is the reason why I am
rather late at the rendezvous. If you give me fifty men, sir, I will
scramble up and capture that gun without firing a shot.
"Risk, sir!" he continued as he saw indecision and doubt in Helston’s
face; "there are no risks. At the worst I can but destroy the gun and
come back. At the best I can maintain myself there till you can
reinforce me, and then we have the whole island at our mercy. These
Chinese are not soldiers, sir, they are mere coolies, and will never
face us. The men on board the ships are probably not much better."
Cummins with all his skill had made two mistakes. The gun, as you will
learn later, did not effectively command the whole harbour, and the
coolies were not by any means to be despised.
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