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
"Let her go," cried the Major. "When she's fast, haul in the slack, and
let me know what depth we've got. Reckon this is as good a place to lie
in as we could have, for we're well in midstream, and those rascals
could not easily reach us from the banks. But of course they could send
their bullets whizzing amongst us, and that's a risk we shall have to
laugh at. What's the time, Jim?"
"Want's half an hour of midnight, sir. Guess we might have a feed, and
then turn in."
The arrangement was one to be recommended, and the Major fell in with it
instantly. Jim stopped his motor, shut off the gasolene and oil, and
made a careful inspection of the machinery with the help of his electric
torch. Ten minutes later Ching announced that hot coffee was ready, and,
rising from the petroleum stove situated as far forward from the motor
as was possible, and over which he had been bending, proceeded to deal
out the beverage to each member of the expedition. Sam followed him with
a tin of biscuits, while the ponderous and good-natured Tom thrust his
arm over the shoulder of his diminutive comrade, offering squares of
cheese which he had cut ready, and had placed upon the lid of the box to
serve as a tray.
"Guess better eat as much as you can," he laughed, opening his cavernous
mouth. "S'pose dose scum come along fine and early; den hab noting to
eat, but p'raps plenty bullet. Den very sorry yo not fill up to-night."
In any case he availed himself of his own advice, and sat on the edge of
the well devouring enormous mouthfuls. As to the others, each ate
according to his appetite, and we record but the truth when we say that
in no case did that fail them. Their rush across the lagoon in the wake
of the fugitives, the excitement of the chase generally, and the
freshness of the night had given them all a feeling of briskness, and
with that feeling came undoubted hunger. Besides, it might be necessary
to push on without a pause, once there was light enough with which to
see, then he who had not partaken of a full supper might regret the
fact, and might have many hours to wait before an opportunity occurred
of taking food.
"Jest you turn in and take a sleep, Jim," said the Major, when the meal
was finished. "It's just midnight now, and between two and three in the
morning we shall have light. I'll take the watch till then, and Tom may
as well be along with me. That big chap somehow seems to make one feel
quite secure and safe."
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