Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
While the men were carrying out his orders, the old Arab captain, who
had been left at liberty, came up to him, and made signs that there was
some object of great value in the hold which he was anxious to recover.
In his eagerness, as with half bent body he stretched out his hands, he
seized Adair by the beard, tears actually running down his eyes.
"Can he have his wife or children stowed away anywhere?" suggested
Desmond.
"It may be, but we must not let them be burned, at all events," said
Adair. "Well, old fellow, go and bring them up," he added, making a
significant gesture. The Arab, however, did not comprehend him, and at
length, pulling out a piece of gold, he made signs that he had a box or
bag full of such pieces stowed away.
"Faith, it's myself will go and help ye hunt for them," cried Desmond,
about to accompany the old Arab, who was hurrying below.
"Stay," exclaimed Adair; "there is not a moment to spare. See, the
canoes are coming off, and we shall be surrounded presently. I suspect
it is only a trick after all, that he may induce us to remain till the
tables are turned. Here, tumble the old fellow into the boat, and set
the dhow on fire fore and aft."
While the men obeyed this order, Archie and Gerald, who had been
lighting some bundles of tow, threw one of them down forward among the
other combustible materials, while another was placed aft; and another,
still larger, which Desmond ignited, was let drop into the hold. A
thick smoke, followed by flames, immediately burst forth, showing that
the craft had been effectually set on fire.
A good-sized canoe was floating alongside the dhow. "We will have her,"
said Desmond; "make her fast astern. She'll assist us in landing the
prisoners, and be useful afterwards."
A whole fleet of canoes, full of shrieking savages, was now coming off
towards the dhow. "Give them a shot from the six-pounder," said Adair,
putting the boat's head round; "it will teach them that they had better
not follow us." The missile went flying over the water, just ahead of
the canoes. It appeared to have had the desired effect, for some ceased
paddling, and others went back as fast as they could make way towards
the shore; while the pinnace, with the canoe in tow, proceeded down the
harbour.
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