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
"Plenty ob dat fo all, I guess," observed Tom, as he served out helpings
all round, smacking his big lips as the savoury odour filled his
nostrils. "By gum, but dis night air make a fellow hungry. Yo Sam, yo
sit right along down dar, and I help yo. Not trust a little nigger same
as yo to help hisself: eat too much. Little man, but plenty big tomach."
He held the huge cauldron in one hand, and with the fingers of the other
pressed his small companion to the ground as if he were as weak as a
baby. Then, despite his own words, he gave him a liberal helping, and,
having done the same for Ching, sat himself down beside the cauldron.
"So as to see dat dat feller Sam don't play one ob him tricks," he
laughed. "By de poker, 'spose him try, den shob him into the pot and
cook um."
In the firelight his round, rolling eyes gleamed white. Tom looked a
very terrible person for the moment. But he could never preserve an
appearance of ferocity for long; his usual smile was soon wreathing his
face, particularly when he had taken the first mouthful of stew.
"By lummy, but dat extry good!" he observed. "Hab more, yo fellows?"
In turn he offered it to them all, then helped himself again liberally.
In fact, it was not until the last spoonful of gravy had been finished
that the party turned to their pipes. Nor was there much difference to
be found between the variety of tobacco loved by the British tar or
soldier and that favoured in particular by these American policemen. Jim
watched them as they cut the cake with their knives and rammed the
broken weed into the bowls; then columns of smoke rose amid the
branches, while the scent of navy shag made the air redolent.
"And now for the orders," said the Major, when the men had had time for
a long smoke. "Sam has been keeping an eye on the water all this time.
We must relieve him, though he has hardly been doing duty in the
ordinary sense of watchman. Let me see. There are three of my own men,
three of yours, making six, and our two selves, eight altogether;
suppose we watch in couples. You with one of my men for two hours, then
Tom and a second policeman, Sam afterwards with the third, and I last of
all with our friend Ching. How's that? Two hours each, four watches
altogether, and a good sleep for all of us. It is now eight o'clock, the
last spell takes us up to four o'clock in the morning; it'll be light by
then. Since Ching will be on duty from two o'clock he can employ himself
with our breakfast. By half-past four we shall be able to get the engine
going and be under weigh. Now, Jim, get to your duty. One aboard the
launch, and the second patrolling as far as the lagoon. Pipes not to be
lit unless well amongst the trees. No one to call loudly to another
unless there be need. Boys, you've blankets here; turn in."
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