The Cruise of the Thetis: A Tale of the Cuban InsurrectionCollingwood, Harry
History
The Cruise of the Thetis: A Tale of the Cuban Insurrection
Collingwood, Harry
Cuba -- History -- 1810-1899 -- Juvenile fiction; Sea stories
Half an hour later Jack re-appeared on deck, his already well-bronzed
face and hands stained to the darkness of a mulatto's skin, and his
corpus arrayed in an old, weather-stained, and very-much-the-worse-for-
wear Spanish naval lieutenant's uniform, which Don Ramon had caused one
of his servants to procure for him at a second-hand wardrobe dealer's in
Havana; his disguise being completed by the addition of a black wig and
a ferocious moustache and whiskers, obtained through the same channel at
a theatrical wig-maker's shop. To say that his own mother would not
have known him in this get-up is to put the matter altogether
inadequately; and his appearance on deck was the signal for a roar of
mingled admiration and mirth from all hands. Meanwhile, the crew had
pinned their faith to burnt cork and their working slops as a disguise,
except the five who were to form Jack's boat's crew; these having
discarded their working slops and donned dungaree overalls, ancient
cloth trousers, rusty with salt-water stains, and stiff with tar and
grease, big thigh-boots, and worsted caps. A cutlass belted to the
waist, and a knife and brace of revolvers in the belt gave the finishing
touch of realism to the get-up, and obviated any possibility of doubt as
to the seriousness of their mission.
By this time the moment had arrived when, according to Milsom's
calculations, the yacht ought to be turned round to meet the _Maranon_,
now out of sight astern; the helm was accordingly put hard over, and the
nimble little craft swept round until she was heading direct for the
spot where it had been calculated that the two ships should meet. No
combination of circumstances could possibly have been more favourable
for the adventure than were those at that moment prevailing. There was
no craft of any description in sight as far as the eye could see; the
trade wind was blowing quite a moderate breeze; and the sea was not
sufficiently formidable to render the task of transferring the rescued
people from one ship to the other by means of an open boat at all
difficult or dangerous. Moreover, the sun, fast dropping toward the
horizon, was quickly losing his intensity of light, and as rapidly
plunging all objects into a delicious soft golden haze, in which all
detail was lost; it was therefore in the highest degree unlikely that
even the keenest eye on board the convict steamer would be able to
detect the imposition that was being practised upon them.
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