He did not answer me; but the mate of the ship did. "He says he sees
the brig, sir, standing under a crowd of sail to the northward and
westward--two small craft, like coasters, in company."
"Ask him to take a good look at these last, will ye?"
A pause. "One is a schooner, he says, sir."
"And the other?"
"A felucca, sir."
"I thought so, by all that is unfortunate." And I turned away, walking
aft very fast, when the mate's voice from the top, hailing the deck,
evidently in great alarm, arrested me, and glued me to the planks.
"Johnstone, Johnstone!"--This was to one of the ship's people,--"come
up here; come up into the top--quick, or he will be over!" And the next
moment the telescope fell smash at my feet. I could see that Hause had
cast himself down on the grating, and was grovelling convulsively on
his face. At length, in his struggles, one of his legs hung over; and
I thought he would have slipped through the mate's fingers, and been
dashed to pieces by the fall. I looked up enquiringly.
"He's in a fit, sir," cried the mate.
"Well, well, seize him in the top, then--seize him in the top."
But it was unnecessary; the poor fellow got over this paroxysm also, to
which the calmness of despair now finally succeeded, and presently he
came down on deck.
"I will now give you no more trouble, Mr Brail, you may depend on it; I
am in my right senses again, although ruined for ever; and all owing to
my infernal folly in not sleeping on board."
"Well, my good fellow," said I, "I question very strongly if your
_sleeping_ on board would have made the smallest difference, at least
in your favour. _If_ she has been forcibly carried off,--and I am
sorry to say it looks very like it,--the party must have been too
strong to have allowed _your_ resistance to have been of any avail. In
fact, the first thing they naturally would have done must have been
either to have secured you below, or given you a more effectual
_quietus_--you understand me. So nothing here is so bad, but it might
have been worse. You are better as you are surely, than a prisoner;
or, worse still, amongst the fishes in the bay?"
But I was cramming his ear against the stomach of his sense.
"Those on deck would not have been caught in this way had I been on
board, take my word for it, sir."
"Probably not, probably not. But who does the brig belong to?"
"To myself, sir--entirely."
"And she was ensured?"
"Yes, fully; but since she had arrived, of course the underwriters are
not liable for her having been cut out. Besides, sir, it will be made
out a deviation, as we were bound for Kingston, and had no right to
touch at Montego bay; although, God knows, we did all for the best."
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