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
‘So I might have thought by your manner of aiming at it. Your figure
showed nobly, Miss Temple, in your posture as markswoman. I remember the
sparkle of your eyes as you glanced along the barrel. I should not have
cared to be hated by you and in front of you at that moment.’
‘I wish I had the courage you feign I have,’ said she.
‘Well,’ I exclaimed, pulling the captain’s pistol out of my breast,
‘here is a friend that will do more than bark for you, if you should
find yourself in want of such help as it can give. I have a
double-barrelled concern of a like build in the next room, so that
between us we are able to muster three muzzles; artillery enough to fit
us to stand a siege, I can assure you, with the ammunition we possess.’
She took the clumsy weapon in her small delicate white hand and toyed
with it, levelling and examining it, and so forth. I bade her mind, as
it was loaded. She smiled, and going to her bunk, hid the pistol between
the mattress and the bulkhead.
‘I shall certainly feel easier for having it,’ said she. ‘You will not
always now be next door, Mr. Dugdale. You will be for four hours at a
time on deck, when you keep your watch.’
‘Ay,’ said I; ‘but there is a skylight; and I’ll take care that the
cabin lamp be kept burning; and I have a keen ear, too, that when I am
away from you will not be blunted by my thoughts always being here.’
My own cabin I found comfortable enough. I was not so choice as to be
above using what I found in it. The unhappy captain had left behind him
sufficient clothes to provide me with several changes; and a couple of
his coats fitted me very well—being made, I suppose, to allow for a
sailor’s underclothing in cold weather—though I was much broader in the
shoulders than he had been. I overhauled his papers, but found nothing
of interest. What I met with I carefully put away in a drawer along with
some money, and one or two objects of some small value, for I remembered
that the unfortunate creature had left a widow behind him, who might be
thankful for his poor effects, should the little ship ever live to carry
his goods and his tragic story to a civilised place.
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