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
It had followed that he and Sadie had taken berths amidships, while Tom
and Sam and Ching had, as a natural course, got places aft. Jim
realized, now that Tom reminded him of the fact, that the Spaniards on
the ship might prove a greater danger to them than the foundering of the
vessel.
"Guess they're a rough crowd, and likely to lose their heads," he said
aloud. "Let's get some food quick, Tom, and then see what's happening.
We'll keep close together."
They ran along the alley way towards the purser's store, and, finding
the door closed, Tom burst it in with a mighty heave from his shoulder.
Jim snatched one of the hanging oil lanterns, and together they made a
hurried survey of the contents.
"Here's a sack; hold it open, Tom," commanded Jim.
He ran his eyes round the shelves, then, without hesitation, pitched
tins of preserved beef, of milk, and of other foodstuffs into the sack.
In little more than a minute it was full to the neck.
"Get ahead," said Jim promptly. "I'll bring along this cask."
He stuffed a metal cup into one pocket, and hoisted a small cask of beer
on to his shoulder. Had he been able to make a careful selection he
would have sought for water; but in an emergency beer would do as well
as anything, and already he knew that time was very limited. Indeed the
ship had already a bad list on her; she leaned so much to one side that
walking was difficult, while she was down at the head so that his return
to the companion was made uphill. But in a little while the two arrived,
panting, at the top of the companion, Tom bearing the lantern with him.
"Holy poker! but dere's the duce of a row aft, massa," sang out Sam,
seeing them arrive. "I tink dem men is trying to put out de boats."
"How many are there?" asked Jim quickly.
"Seven, I tink. One just here; the others aft. Not like de noise dem
scum make."
Jim had never been aboard a vessel under similar circumstances, and had
therefore never experienced the confusion which follows a collision. He
had read of such affairs, and had marvelled at the wonderful coolness
and discipline maintained in some cases. Then he had heard of very
opposite results, where men had lost their heads, and where they had
fought, each for his own individual safety, as if they were wild beasts.
Remembering the class of individual who had taken passage aboard this
coaster, he could not help but wonder whether discipline would be
maintained on this occasion. The shouts, the babel of sounds coming from
the stern, seemed to indicate the opposite.
"See here, Tom," he said, when he had listened for a while. "You and
Ching will stay right here by this boat, taking care of Sadie. Just give
a look to the tackle, swing her out, and put all the grub on board. Best
put Sadie there also. Sam and I'll get along right now to see what's
being done. The captain maybe'll want some help. Those fellows along
there appear to be fighting like demons."
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