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
I was horribly puzzled. At the same time curiosity was growing in me;
and with the swiftness of thought I reflected that whether I had his
secret or not it would be all the same; he was most assuredly a madman
in this direction, anyhow, if not in others; and it could be nothing
more than some insane fancy which he had it in his head to impart, and
which might be worth hearing if only for the sake of recalling it as an
incident of this adventure when Miss Temple and I should have got away
from the barque.
‘Mr. Dugdale, you will swear, sir,’ he exclaimed.
‘Very well,’ said I; ‘but put it a little more mildly, please. Leave out
the gates of hell, for instance; or see—suffer me to swear in my own
way. Give me that book.’
I observed that his hand was trembling violently as I took the volume
from him.
‘I swear,’ I said, ‘to keep secret from all mortal persons in this
world, saving Miss Temple, whatever it is your intention now to tell me.
So help me God,’ and I put the book to my lips. ‘That oath excludes your
crew,’ I added, ‘and I hope you’re satisfied?’
His face took a little complexion of life, and he almost smiled.
‘It’ll do—oh yes, it’ll do,’ he exclaimed. ‘I knew I could count upon
you. Now then for it.’
He resumed his seat, and leaning towards me with his unwinking eyes
fixed upon my face as usual, he proceeded thus.
CHAPTER XXX
THE CAPTAIN MAKES A PROPOSAL
‘Mr. Ruddiman and I got ashore and walked a little way up the beach, to
see what sort of spot we had been cast away on. It was a small island,
betwixt two and three miles long, and about a mile wide in the middle of
it. There were no natives to be seen. We might be sure that it was
uninhabited. There was nothing to eat upon it, and though we spent the
hours till it came on dark in searching for fresh water, we found none.
This made us resolve to land all we could out of the brigantine when
daylight should arrive. The weather cleared at midnight, the stars
shone, and the sea smoothed down with a light swell from the north-west,
which the trend of the reef shouldered off and left the water about the
stranded craft calm. As soon as daylight came we got aboard, and rigged
a whip on the fore-yardarm, and by noon we had landed provisions enough,
along with fresh water and wines and spirits in jars, to last us two men
for three months; but that didn’t satisfy us. There was no other land in
sight all round the horizon; we were without a boat; and though, if the
vessel broke up, we had made up our minds to turn to and save as much of
her as we could handle that might wash ashore, so as to have the
materials for a raft at hand if it should come to it, we hadn’t the
heart to talk of such a thing then, in the middle of that wide ocean,
with such a sun as was shining over our heads all day, and the sure
chance of the first of any squall or bit of dirty weather that might
come along adrowning of us.
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