Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
Night had now come on; the flames, which rose from every portion of the
burning dhow, their glare extending down the river and casting a ruddy
light against the tall trees on either side, enabled them, without
difficulty, to make their way towards the ocean. The cut-throat-looking
Arabs, with their venerable captain, appeared to be very uneasy in their
minds, not knowing what was to be done with them; perhaps supposing that
their captors were carrying them out to sea to drown in deep water.
They were evidently much relieved when, a point some little way down the
river being reached, Adair intimated to them that they were forthwith to
be put on shore. As many as the canoe would hold were tumbled into her,
and they, being quickly landed, she returned for another cargo. The old
skipper was the last. As he gazed at his burning vessel, he wrung his
hands, mourning his hard fate.
"Very hard for you," observed Archie; "but it would have been harder for
the unfortunate blacks you would have carried off into slavery."
During this time the natives, gaining courage, were coming down the
river in vast numbers, beating their tom-toms and shouting and
shrieking. They could be easily beaten off, provided they were not
allowed to get too near; but Adair had no wish to shed blood, and
therefore, having completely destroyed the dhow and got rid of the
prisoners, he stood on down the river. The bar was fortunately as
smooth as when they entered, and running out, the pinnace, with the
captured canoe, was soon in the open sea. The latter was light enough
to take on board should bad weather come on; but, as she would
inconveniently occupy much space, she was allowed, while the sea
remained calm, to tow astern.
"Well, we've done something," said Desmond, as, the boat having got a
good offing, all hands were piped to supper; "only I wish we'd got hold
of that box of gold."
"I very much doubt the existence of the box of gold," said Adair; "the
object of the old Arab was to delay us till his friends could come to
his assistance, and cut our throats. However, if I am right, he acted
his part to admiration."
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