Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
"The rascals!" exclaimed Jack; "why, we are sparing their lives, and
they have the impudence to name their own terms. Tell them we'll shoot
every one of them if they refuse to guide us to our friends."
Hamed had another talk with the chief. "He say very well, you shootee
his people, and be no wiser than at first."
"The old fellow's got sense in his brains," observed Jack, "and as we
can't pay him the dollars till we get back to the ship, the bribe may
prevent him from acting treacherously and leading us into an ambush.
Tell him that if through his means we recover our friends, I promise him
the hundred dollars, though he must come on board my ship to receive
them."
The old slave-dealer again salaamed, and, through Hamed, expressed his
perfect satisfaction with the arrangements. Jack would gladly have set
off at once, for he suspected, from what Hamed had learned from the
chief, that Adair and his crew must be very hard pressed, and destitute
both of provisions and water. The Arabs looked greatly astonished at
the strong force which landed, and became very humble and submissive.
Perhaps Jack might have saved the hundred dollars, which were certain to
be employed in the slave-trade, had he waited the arrival of the other
boats. He had, however, promised them, and there was no help for it; he
could only hope that the old fellow and his crew might be caught with a
full cargo of slaves on board their dhow.
To Jack's surprise, instead of proceeding south, their guides led the
way to the northward. Hamed explained that so large a force had
appeared in the south, that the shipwrecked crew had been compelled to
retire northward; and Jack concluded that they had done so in the hopes
of being able to communicate with the corvette, which Adair knew to be
in that direction, or perhaps with some of the _Romp's_ boats which
might be cruising in the same quarter.
Sailors are always in high spirits when tramping overland, in the hopes
either of having a fight, or succouring those in distress. If the chief
was to be believed, there was a fair probability of both these events
occurring. Murray, as senior officer, of course took command of the
expedition. He and Jack marched on together. Not entirely trusting
their guides, they sent out scouts on either hand to feel the way, while
the men were ordered to keep well together, and to be in readiness at
any moment, in case of a surprise.
"Arrah, now," exclaimed Desmond, who with Tom and Archie were in the
rear, "I hope we may get a scrimmage with these blackamoors; the
spalpeens, to be attacking my uncle and his shipwrecked crew instead of
lending them a hand, as any decent people would, when we want to help
them and to put a stop to slavery."
"That's the very thing they don't want to have stopped," observed
Archie; "as long as they can make more money by selling their
fellow-creatures, though no blacker than themselves, they'll do it."
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