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
"Could nothing be done for them? Can we launch a boat?" faltered Brace.
The captain shook his head slowly, frowning the while.
"Impossible, my lad; but we don't know that we're safe here. There may
be scores more in hiding under the trees by the bank yonder; so keep
down, everyone."
The order was obeyed, but no more arrows came on board, while from
behind the deckhouse Brace stood with Briscoe watching the upturned
canoe growing smaller and smaller in the distance, Brace expecting to
see some daring swimmer appear from the shore, trying to get on board.
He said something of the kind to Lynton, who joined them just before the
canoe disappeared round a curve of the river, but the latter smiled
before he made a reply.
"You forget what sort of a shore it is," he said. "Those fellows could
not get along through that jungle a quarter so fast as the canoe drifted
with the stream, if they could get along at all. Well, it's been a bad
time for them: they've lost their boat and two of their crew."
"And serve 'em right," said Dellow, who had overheard the conversation.
"They should have left us alone. It isn't their fault that Sir Humphrey
isn't lying below there dead and cold instead of getting better fast."
"Ah! you have seen him, then?" cried Brace anxiously.
"Been below with the skipper, sir, and there won't be much the matter by
this time to-morrow if the savages leave us alone."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
A FALSE ALARM.
"It's my opinion," said Captain Banes, "that when the sun goes down a
breeze will spring up; and I mean to get as far up as I can before it is
too dark to see, for the sooner we're out of this neighbourhood the
better."
"Do you think there's a village of these people near?" asked Brace.
"Oh, no; there may be a few huts with the wives and children close at
hand, but so far as I know there are only a few of them here and there
up the rivers leading a hunting and fishing life."
But the captain's prophecy was not fulfilled. There was a little ripple
on the water for a few minutes after sundown, but not enough breeze to
fill out a sail, and the darkness came on with the brig swinging easily
by the creaking cable, which ground and fretted in the hawse-holes.
"Now, squire," said the captain, turning to Brace, "how's it going to
be? Shall we be all right here at anchor, or will those chaps who got
ashore hunt up all their friends and come off in canoes when it's dark,
to kill us and sack the brig?"
"I'm not experienced enough to say," replied Brace, smiling. "What do
you think?"
"I think I don't know, my lad: it's as likely to be one way as the
other. What do you say to dividing the crew and passengers into two
watches, all well armed and ready for the worst? One watch on deck, the
other below, just lying down in our clothes with a rifle for a
bedfellow, ready to run up at the first call."
"I should say it would be very wise," said Brace, "and I think we had
better do it."
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