My Shipmate Louise: The Romance of a Wreck, Volume 3 (of 3)Russell, William Clark
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My Shipmate Louise: The Romance of a Wreck, Volume 3 (of 3)
Russell, William Clark
Sea stories; Shipwrecks -- Fiction
‘D’ye think there’s any chance of the men recovering that boat?’
inquired Wetherly. ‘The chaps told me when they came aboard to furl the
canvas that there was nothen to eat or drink upon the island saving what
they’d taken. If they should lose the boat, it must go hard with them,
sir.’
‘They will not lose their boat unless the fellow who was in charge of
her lay dead drunk in her bottom: an improbability; for I saw him walk
on steady legs to her. My one chance lay in his being asleep. Make your
mind easy: he was awakened long ago by the yells of the men, and by this
time the boat lies snug at the beach of the lagoon. But why should you
have any feeling for the brutes? They would have cut your throat had
they succeeded in boarding us. What happened when you were asleep should
be indication enough for you of the character of the ruffians, a pretty
good warrant of the sort of treatment we might have expected at their
hands later on, gold or no gold.’
‘Mr. Dugdale,’ he answered, ‘all I can say is I’m thankful to the Lord
to be where I am. I shall be desperate glad, I shall, when this here
woyage is over. I should only just like to see my way to getting enough
out of it to set up for myself ashore, for this here’s been a job as has
properly sickened me of the sea, and so I don’t mind telling ye, sir.’
‘There’ll be the salvage of this craft,’ said I; ‘you can have my share,
and I’m sure Miss Temple will give you hers.’
‘Oh, certainly,’ she exclaimed.
‘Then there’ll be your own share,’ I went on. ‘We have to carry the ship
in safety to a port first of all. If we can’t pick up hands as we go
along, we three will have to manage as best we can. I don’t doubt we
shall contrive it; and then you will easily see your way to a few
hundreds.’
I saw him grin broadly by the mingled light of the binnacle and
star-shine. It was proper to fill him with hope, and to present to his
limited understanding some thing definite to work upon. There had been
nothing in his behaviour to render me much obliged to him. He had chosen
neutral ground in this business, with a little inclination to the safer
side: and though he had ventured upon several promises, I had never
secretly regarded him as a man who would prove heroically useful at a
pinch. However, he was absolutely essential to our safety now, and it
was politic that I should seem grateful; though, to be sure, there was
always the instinct of self-preservation to keep him straight; by which
I mean that he was as eager to end this extraordinary ramble as I was.
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