The Hero of Panama: A Tale of the Great CanalBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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The Hero of Panama: A Tale of the Great Canal
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Panama Canal (Panama) -- Juvenile fiction
The launch meanwhile had floated quietly on the surface of the river,
and, owing to the fact that her propeller was stationary, being thrown
out of gear by the failure of the engine, she had lost steerage way, and
had drifted completely round. She was heading upstream when Jim set her
propeller thrashing the water again, and for a while she raced away from
the other vessel, the manoeuvre drawing shrill yells of rage from the
natives. But Sam had her in hand. The fine little fellow had not been
with Jim and his father all this time without learning how to steer a
launch, and at once, with a glance over his shoulder, he sent his wheel
round, causing the boat to flop over and heel till her rail was almost
under the surface. Round she spun on her keel, and within the
half-minute was heading direct for the enemy. A growl broke from Tomkins
as he laid his cheek once more down on the butt of his rifle.
"This time guess we'll make hay with 'em," he shouted. "Don't you be in
too much of a hurry, sir. You can make rings all round 'em and still
keep out of range. Dare say their bullets'll reach right enough, but
they won't strike hard enough to hurt more'n a fly. It's the spears I'm
frightened of."
And everyone else, too; for the natives aboard the oncoming launch had
again discarded their firearms, and were now standing, spear in hand
ready poised, waiting for the moment when they might cast them. Sam gave
every dusky warrior a start when he headed the launch direct for them.
It looked as if he were bent on a collision; but a minute later, when
effective range for the spear throwers had almost been reached, he put
his wheel over again, and shot the launch away at a right angle. Then a
figure aboard the enemy was seen to rise erect beside her steering gear,
and within the space of a few seconds she paid off in the same direction
as Jim's craft had taken--on a course, in fact, which would bring the
two boats alongside very shortly. Either that or they must run hard into
the bank.
"Right round with her again; dodge them!" shouted Jim, his heart in his
mouth. "Then take her up stream a little. We have the legs of them, and
if only we can shake them clear for a while we shall get past them."
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