Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction
He was quite right, for, though the presence of four men weighed her
down heavily, and sent her gunwale once more nearly level with the
surface, it soon began to rise again as, pint by pint, the interior was
relieved, until another man crept in, and soon after another, till the
whole crew were back, and the lieutenant got in last.
Ten minutes later two men forward were steadily baling, whilst two
others seized their oars, under the lieutenant's direction, and getting
the boat's head round as they sat there with the water still well up
over their ankles, they began to pull steadily in the direction of the
_Nautilus_, now nearly invisible in the distant silvery haze.
They were still so heavily water-logged that progress was very slow, but
this was no discouragement, for their position improved minute by
minute, and the men were so much cheered that they put plenty of spirit
into their work.
But before they had taken many strokes the lieutenant gave the order to
stop, and Mark shuddered as he saw the reason. Mr Russell had turned
to the rudder-lines, and there was a terrible burden towing astern.
Those were solemn moments which followed. The lieutenant signed to the
coxswain to come, and then helped him to draw the lifeless body of the
poor fellow over the gunwale, and, as decently as was possible, laid the
remains of what had once been a big, strong man in the bottom of the
boat. A flag was then taken from the locker and covered over him, just
as, by a strange coincidence, and very faintly heard, came the report of
a gun.
The coxswain then went forward and helped with the baling, while the men
recommenced rowing in silence.
"The lads will think all this unnecessary, Vandean," said the lieutenant
in a low voice, as Mark sat by his side; "but it would be horribly
un-English to leave the poor wretch floating at the mercy of the waves.
He was free enough, poor fellow, before we shaded him with the British
flag. What would you have done?"
"As you have, sir," replied the lad. "I couldn't have left him behind,
though it seems very horrible to have taken him on board, and to have
him here with us in the night."
"All fanciful sentiment, Van, my lad. What is there in that poor fellow
now to excite our fear? Come, you must be more manly than that. Cold?"
"Yes; very, now."
"So am I, my lad. These wet things are not comfortable. We'll take to
the oars and row for a bit to keep off the chill. Why, Vandean, you
ought to be well praised for this night's work. I feel quite ashamed of
myself for letting you suggest a way out of our difficulty with the
capsized boat."
"Oh, it was nothing, sir. It just occurred to me," replied Mark.
"I wish it had just occurred to me, my lad; and what is more, I wish we
could see the _Nautilus_ coming towards us with the slave schooner
astern, but there is no such good fortune in store for us till morning."
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