Old Gold: The Cruise of the "Jason" BrigFenn, George Manville
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Old Gold: The Cruise of the "Jason" Brig
Fenn, George Manville
Boats and boating -- Juvenile fiction; South America -- Juvenile fiction; Treasure troves -- Juvenile fiction
"Just you keep off, Mr Dellow, and you too, Mr Lynton, and you won't
be hurt," cried Jem fiercely. "If you do come on, mind, it's your own
fault if you get a charge of shot through you."
At this moment Brace made for his gun, but the captain shouted at him.
"No, no!" he roared; "we don't want anything of that kind, sir. I can
bring my lads to reason without guns. Here, you sirs, throw down those
tools, or it will be the worse for you. Do you hear?"
"Yes, and it'll be the worse for you, captain, it you don't keep back.
Stand fast, lads. It's to make us rich men for life."
"It's to make you convicts, you dogs," roared the captain. "Now, my
lads, let 'em have it."
"They're four to one, Brace," cried Sir Humphrey, through his clenched
teeth. "I can't stand this. Come on."
"You might ask me to chip in," said Briscoe fiercely; "I'm coming all
the same."
And the three lookers-on turned themselves into combatants and rushed to
the support of the captain and his two officers, who, regardless of the
weapons held by the crew, rushed at them with doubled fists.
There were shouts and yells of defiance, and directly after _thud, thud,
thud_, the dull heavy sounds of well-delivered blows, for the captain
was a very truthful man: he said he hit hard, and he did, while his two
officers showed that they were worthy pupils; and with such an example
before them in the wild excitement of the combat, the three passengers
followed their fists again and again, science helping them, so that
their adversaries went down or fell back struggling.
As previously intimated, the crew had six guns among them, but not a
shot was fired. In fact, they were presented merely as a menace and
under the vain belief that the sight of the weapons would be sufficient
to make the captain's party yield at once to any arrangements the men
proposed respecting the gold. Consequently, in the confusion of the
attack, first one piece and then another was thrown down and trampled
under foot, those who had held them taking to their natural weapons of
defence, and faring very badly.
At the end of a minute, instead of the enemy being two to one, and all
picked, big muscular fellows, the numbers were even, six not wounded but
half-stunned sailors lying or sitting upon the earth.
One was holding his jaw, literally, and not in the metaphorical fashion
of keeping silence; another was carefully rubbing his forehead as if to
get rid of a lump; another had made a compress of his left hand to hold
over his left eye; again another was upon all-fours like a dog, gazing
ruefully at the earth and shaking his head slowly, not because he was
sorry, but to rid himself of a strange dizzy sensation, while the
nearest man to him was sitting down contemplating something white which
lay glistening in his hand and looking wonderfully like a fine front
tooth.
Just at that moment the captain shouted a warning, for the second half
of the crew suddenly gave way and made a rush for the boats.
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