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
Wasn’t there a banging. But I was too excited to mind the noise, and we
all cheered as every now and again one of our little shells burst close
to the Patagonian. We were closing rapidly, and could see all but two
of her men clear rapidly down below. Then one of our shells struck a
boat they had stowed inboard near the stern, and great pieces of it flew
into the air. Didn’t we cheer, for at this they had evidently had
enough of it, and clouds of steam came roaring out of their funnels as
they stopped their engines. We were going so fast that we were almost on
top of them before Collins jumped for the telegraph, and put the engines
full speed astern and the helm hard over. With a great trembling and
shaking our way was stopped, we swung clear, and lay still not fifty
yards away from our prize. There was hardly need to use the engine-room
telegraph to stop the engines, for they were gradually slowing down.
Our fires were burning low, and there was no coal to replenish them.
"Train every gun that will bear on her," sung out Mr. Parker, "and stand
by to fire. Get out the boats."
In two minutes the dinghy was in the water, and Mr. Parker was bobbing
across the fifty yards that separated us. I had to follow him with six
men in the collapsable Berthon boat, each of them armed with cutlass and
rifle.
I felt jolly proud, you can imagine. We were alongside in a "jiffy".
"You first, sir," said the coxswain, and shoved me up the smooth side,
and I climbed aboard, followed by two of the men.
Mr. Parker was listening to a horrid little officer who was
gesticulating and talking very furiously.
"Take six of your men to the fore bridge and don’t leave it till I give
you orders, and kick everyone else out of it," he ordered, so up we
climbed and kicked the two men still left there down the ladder. They
didn’t want much kicking.
In a few minutes Mr. Parker went below, followed by the little officer,
still stamping and swearing. He seemed to stay there for ages, and I
was wondering whether I had not better send some of my men down after
him, but could not disobey his orders, and of course there was "No. 3"
with her guns trained on us not fifty yards away, and that was
reassuring.
Presently up he came on deck, followed by Hopkins and a man I knew must
be Mr. Staunton. The men in "No. 3" saw them and raised a great cheer;
indeed, it was splendid to have rescued them, and so jolly lucky too,
for we could not have caught her if she had run away for another five
minutes.
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