"Now then, down with you, Frewen. You next, my lads; I don't think I
can remember anything else. You after the men, Dale, and I come last,
as I'm captain for the time."
We all obeyed with alacrity, and I breathed more freely as I sat down in
the boat. Then Mr Brymer slid down, and threw the rope back through
the cabin-window.
The next minute the painter was withdrawn from the ring-bolt, and Bob
Hampton sent the boat away with a tremendous thrust; oars were got out,
and we rowed out into the darkness to lie-to about three hundred yards
from the ship, just as a dark object came along from forward, and we saw
that, as the mate had expected, the boat which had been lowered had come
round to the stern-windows for the men to mount, if they could, in
search of stores.
"None too soon. Dale," said the mate, coolly, and a deep breath of
relief escaped my lips as I replied in his words--
"No, sir; none too soon."
CHAPTER FORTY.
As we lay there in our boat, only a short distance from the burning
ship, it seemed to me impossible that it could be long before Jarette
and his men discovered us, and came in pursuit. For I felt sure that
they would give us the credit of having been beforehand with them, when
they saw how the stores had been put under contribution; and knowing how
much more easy it would be for them to remove the things from one boat
to another than to obtain them from the ship, we should, if overtaken,
be absolutely stripped. Something to this effect I whispered to Bob
Hampton, but he shook his head.
"Not they, my lad; they're in too much of a scare. Don't suppose
they've got any room in their heads to think about anything just now.
They know fast enough that the poor old ship will soon blow up, and what
they want to do is to get some more prog, and then row off soon as they
can."
I was going to say more, but I had a warning from the mate to be silent,
and I sat there watching the men make a good many tries before they
reached the cabin-window; but how they did it at last I couldn't quite
make out, for they were in the shadow, while all around them spread the
lurid glare cast by the flames which rose from the burning hold.
These seemed to have reached their greatest height soon after the fire
first broke out, and directly the first cask of spirits had burst. Then
the fire went steadily on till it began to wane slightly, when another
cask would explode, and flames rush up again--those great waves of fire
which lapped and leaped, and floated up out of the hold, appearing from
where we lay to lick the sails hanging from the fore and main-masts.
But these never caught, the golden and bluish waves rising steadily and
spreading to starboard and port, and every now and then sending out
detached waves to float on the black night air for a moment or two
before they died out.
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