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"I felt that this was so myself, and I did my work as well as I
could. One day, however, when we were near the line I happened to
upset a bucket with some tar. The captain was standing close by.
"'You young dog,' he said, 'you've done that a purpose,' and before
I could speak he caught up the bucket by the handle and brought it
down on my head with all his might. The next thing I remember was,
I was lying in a bunk in the forecastle. Everything looked strange
to me, and I couldn't raise my head. After a time I made shift to
turn it round, and saw old Jans sitting on a chest mending a jacket.
I called him, but my voice was so low I hardly seemed to hear it
myself.
"'Ah, my leetle boy!' he said, 'I am glad to hear you speak again.
Two whole weeks you say nothing except talk nonsense.'
"'Have I been ill?' I asked.
"'You haf been vera bad,' he said. 'De captain meant to kill you,
I haf no doubt, and he pretty near do it. After he knock you down
he said you dead. He sorry for accident, not mean to hit you so
hard, but you dead and better be tossed overboard at once. De mates
they come up and take your hands and feet. Den I insist dat I feel
your wrist. Two or three of us dey stood by me. Captain he vera
angry, say we mutinous dogs. I say not mutinous, but wasn't going
to see a boy who was only stunned thrown overboard. We say if he
did dat we make complaint before consul when we get to port. De
skipper he cuss and swear awful. Howebber we haf our way and carry
you here. You haf fever and near die. Tree days after we bring
you here de captain he swear you shamming and comed to look at you
hisself, but he see that it true and tink you going to die. He go
away wid smile on his face. Every day he ask if you alive, and give
grunt when I say yes. Now you best keep vera quiet. You no talk
'cept when no one else here but me. Other times lie wid your face
to the side and your eyes shut. Best keep you here as long as
we can, de longer de better. He make you come on deck and work as
soon as he think you strong enough to stand. Best get pretty strong
before you go out.'
"For another three weeks I lay in my bunk. I only ate a little
gruel when others were there, but when the skipper was at dinner
Jans would bring me strong soup and meat from the caboose. The
captain came several times and shook me and swore I was shamming,
but I only answered in a whisper and seemed as faint as a girl.
All this time the Potomac was making good way, and was running fast
down the coast of South America. The air was getting cool and fresh.
"'I tink,' Jans said one evening to me, 'dat dis not go on much
much longer. De crew getting desperate. Dey talk and mutter among
demselves. Me thinks we have trouble before long.'
"The next day one of the mates came in with a bucket of water. 'There!
you skulking young hound,' he said as he threw it over me; 'you'd
best get out, or the skipper will come and rouse you up himself.'
"I staggered on to the floor. I had made up my mind to sham weak,
but I did not need to pretend at first, for having been six weeks
in bed, I felt strange and giddy when I got up. I slipped on my
clothes and went out on deck, staggered to the bulwarks and held
on. The fresh air soon set me straight, and I felt that I was pretty
strong again. However, I pretended to be able to scarce stand, and,
holding on by the bulwark, made my way aft.
"'You young dog,' the skipper said, 'you've been shamming for the
last six weeks. I reckon I'll sharpen you up now,' and he hit me
a heavy blow with a rattan he held in his hand. There was a cry
of 'Shame!' from some of the men. As quick as thought the skipper
pulled a pistol from his pocket.
"'Who cried "Shame"?' he asked looking round.
"No one answered. Still holding the pistol in his hand he gave me
several more cuts, and then told me to swab the deck. I did it,
pretending all the time I was scarce strong enough to keep my feet.
Then I made my way forward and sat down against the bulwark, as
if nigh done up, till night came. That night as I lay in my bunk
I heard the men talking in whispers together. I judged from what
they said that they intended to wait for another week, when they
expected to enter Magellan Straits, and then to attack and throw
the officers overboard. Nothing seemed settled as to what they
would do afterwards. Some were in favor of continuing the voyage to
port, and there giving out that the captain and officers had been
washed overboard in a storm; when, if all stood true to each other,
the truth could never be known, although suspicions might arise.
The others, however, insisted that you never could be sure of
every one, and that some one would be sure to peach. They argued in
favor of sailing west and beaching the ship on one of the Pacific
islands, where they could live comfortably and take wives among
the native women. If they were ever found they could then say that
the ship was blown out of her course and wrecked there, and that
the captain and officers had been drowned or killed by the natives.
It seemed to me that this party were the strongest. For the next
week I was thrashed and kicked every day and had I been as weak
as I pretended to be, I'm sure they would have killed me. However,
thanks to the food Jans brought me, for I was put on bread and water,
I held on. At last we entered the straits. The men were very quiet
that day, and the captain in a worse temper than usual. I did not
go to sleep, and turned out at the midnight watch, for I was made
to keep watch although I was on duty all day. As the watch came in
I heard them say to the others, 'In ten minutes' time.' Presently
I saw them come out, and joining the watch on deck they went aft
quietly in a body. They had all got handspikes in their hands. Then
there was a rush. Two pistol shots were fired, and then there was
a splash, and I knew that the officer on watch was done for. Then
they burst into the aft cabins. There were pistol shots and shouts,
and for three or four minutes the fight went on. Then all was quiet.
Then they came up on deck again and I heard three splashes, that
accounted for the captain and the two other mates. I thought it
safe now to go aft. I found that six of the men had been killed.
These were thrown overboard, and then the crew got at the spirit
stores and began to drink. I looked about for Jans, and found him
presently sitting on the deck by the bulwark.
"'Ah, my leetle boy!' he said, 'you have just come in time. I have
been shot through the body. I was not in de fight, but was standing
near when dey rushed at de officer on watch. De first pistol
he fire missed de man he aim at and hit me. Well, it was shust as
well. I am too old to care for living among de black peoples, and
I did not want a black wife at all. So matters haf not turned out
so vera bad. Get me some water.'
"I got him some, but in five minutes the poor old Dutchman was
dead. There was no one on deck. All were shouting and singing in
the captain's cabin, so I went and turned in forward. Morning was
just breaking when I suddenly woke. There was a great light, and
running on deck I saw the fire pouring out from the cabin aft. I
suppose they had all drunk themselves stupid and had upset a light,
and the fire had spread and suffocated them all. Anyhow, there were
none of them to be seen. I got hold of a water keg and placed it
in a boat which luckily hung out on its davits, as Jans had, the
day before, been calking a seam in her side just above the water's
edge. I made a shift to lower it, threw off the falls, and getting
out the oars, rowed off. I lay by for some little time, but did
not see a soul on deck. Then, as I had nowhere particular to go,
I lay down and slept. On getting up I found that I had drifted two
or three miles from the ship, which was now a mere smoking shell,
the greater part being burnt to the Water's edge. Two miles to the
north lay the land, and getting out an oar at the stern I sculled
her to shore. I suppose I had been seen, or that the flames of the
ship had called down the people, for there they were in the bay,
and such a lot of creatures I never set eyes on. Men and women
alike was pretty nigh naked, and dirt is no name for them. Though
I was but a boy I was taller than most. They came round me and
jabbered and jabbered till I was nigh deafened. Over and over again
they pointed to the ship. I thought they wanted to know whether
I belonged to it, but it couldn't have been that, because when I
nodded a lot of 'em jumped into some canoes which was lying ashore,
and taking me with them paddled off to the ship. I suppose they
really wanted to know if they could have what they could find.
That wasn't much, but it seemed a treasure to them. There was a lot
of burned beams floating about alongside, and all of these which
had iron or copper bolts or fastenings they took in tow and rowed
ashore. We hadn't been gone many hundred yards from the vessel when
she sunk. Well, young gentlemen, for upwards of two years I lived
with them critturs. My clothes soon wore out, and I got to be as
naked and dirty as the rest of 'em. They were good hands at fishing,
and could spear a fish by the light of a torch wonderful. In other
respects they didn't seem to have much sense. They lived, when I
first went there, in holes scratched in the side of a hill, but I
taught 'em to make huts, making a sort of ax out of the iron saved.
In summer they used to live in these, but in winter, when it was
awful cold, we lived in the holes, which were a sight warmer than
the huts. Law, what a time that was! I had no end of adventures
with wild beasts. The way the lions used to roar and the elephants
--"
"I think, Jack," Ruthven interrupted, "that this must be one of the
embellishments which have crept in since you first began telling
the tale. I don't think I should keep it in if I were you, because
the fact that there are neither lions or elephants in South America
throws a doubt upon the accuracy of this portion of your story."
"It may be, sir," the sailor said, with a twinkle of his eyes, "that
the elephants and lions may not have been in the first story. Now
I think of it, I can't recall that they were; but, you see, people
wants to know all about it. They ain't satisfied when I tell 'em
that I lived two years among these chaps. They wants to know how I
passed my time, and whether there were any wild beasts, and a lot
of such like questions, and, in course, I must answer them. So
then, you see, naturally, 'bellishments creeps in; but I did live
there for two years, that's gospel truth, and I did go pretty nigh
naked, and in winter was pretty near starved to death over and
over again. When the ground was too hard to dig up roots, and the
sea was too rough for the canoes to put out, it went hard with us,
and very often we looked more like living skelingtons than human
beings. Every time a ship came in sight they used to hurry me away
into the woods. I suppose they found me useful, and didn't want
to part with me. At last I got desperate, and made up my mind I'd
make a bolt whatever came of it. They didn't watch me when there
were no ships near. I suppose they thought there was nowhere for
me to run to, so one night I steals down to the shore, gets into
a canoe, puts in a lot of roots which I had dug up and hidden away
in readiness, and so makes off. I rowed hard all night, for I knew
they would be after me when they found I had gone. Them straits
is sometimes miles and miles across; at other times not much more
than a ship's length, and the tide runs through 'em like a mill
race. I had chosen a time when I had the tide with me, and soon
after morning I came to one of them narrow places. I should like to
have stopped here, because it would have been handy for any ship
as passed; but the tide run so strong, and the rocks were so steep
on both sides, that I couldn't make a landing. Howsomdever, directly
it widened out, I managed to paddle into the back water and landed
there. Well, gents, would you believe me, if there wasn't two big
allygaters sitting there with their mouths open ready to swallow
me, canoe and all, when I came to shore."
"No, Jack, I'm afraid we can't believe that. We would if we could,
you know, but alligators are not fond of such cold weather as you'd
been having, nor do they frequent the seashore."
"Ah, but this, you see, was a straits, Master Ruthven, just a narrow
straits, and I expect the creatures took it for a river."
"No, no, Jack, we can't swallow the alligators, any more than they
could swallow you and your canoe."
"Well," the sailor said with a sigh, "I won't say no more about the
allygaters. I can't rightly recall when they came into the story.
Howsomdever, I landed, you can believe that, you know."
"Oh yes, we can quite believe, Jack, that, if you were there, in
that canoe, in that back water, with the land close ahead, you did
land."
The sailor looked searchingly at Ruthven and then continued:
"I hauled the canoe up and hid it in some bushes, and it were well
I did, for a short time afterwards a great--" and he paused. "Does
the hippypotybus live in them ere waters, young gents?"
"He does not, Jack," Ruthven said.
"Then it's clear," the sailor said, "that it wasn't a hippypotybus.
It must have been a seal."
"Yes, it might have been a seal," Ruthven said. "What did he do?"
"Well he just took a look at me, gents, winked with one eye, as much
as to say, 'I see you,' and went down again. There warn't nothing
else as he could do, was there?"
"It was the best thing he could do anyhow," Ruthven said.
"Well, gents, I lived there for about three weeks, and then a ship
comes along, homeward bound, and I goes out and hails her. At first
they thought as I was a native as had learned to speak English,
and it wasn't till they'd boiled me for three hours in the ship's
copper as they got at the color of my skin, and could believe as
I was English. So I came back here and found the old woman still
alive, and took to fishing again; but it was weeks and weeks before
I could get her or any one else to believe as I was Jack Perkins.
And that's all the story, young gents. Generally I tells it a
sight longer to the gents as come down from London in summer; but,
you see, I can't make much out of it when ye won't let me have
'bellishments."
"And how much of it is true altogether, Jack?" Frank asked. "Really
how much?"
"It's all true as I have told you, young masters," the boatman
said. "It were every bit true about the running down of the smack,
and me being nearly killed by the skipper, and the mutiny, and
the burning of the vessel, and my living for a long time--no, I
won't stick to the two years, but it might have been three weeks,
with the natives before a ship picked me up. And that's good enough
for a yarn, ain't it?"
"Quite good enough, Jack, and we're much obliged to you; but I
should advise you to drop the embellishments in future."
"It ain't no use, Master Hargate, they will have 'bellishments,
and if they will have 'em, Jack Perkins isn't the man to disappint
'em; and, Lord bless you, sir, the stiffer I pitches it in the
more liberal they is with their tips. Thank ye kindly all round,
gentlemen. Yes, I do feel dry after the yarn."
CHAPTER IV: A RISING TIDE
The half year was drawing to its close, and it was generally
agreed at Dr. Parker's that it had been the jolliest ever known.
The boating episode and that of the tea at Oak Farm had been
events which had given a fillip to existence. The school had been
successful in the greater part of its cricket matches, and generally
every one was well satisfied with himself. On the Saturday preceding
the breaking up Frank, with Ruthven, Charlie Goodall and two of the
other naturalists, started along the seashore to look for anemones
and other marine creatures among the rocks and pools at the foot
of the South Foreland. Between Ruthven and Frank a strong feeling
of affection had grown up since the date of their boating adventure.
They were constantly together now; and as Ruthven was also intended
for the army, and would probably obtain his commission about the
same time as Frank, they often talked over their future, and indulged
in hopes that they might often meet, and that in their campaigns,
they might go through adventures together.
Tide was low when they started. They had nearly three miles to
walk. The pools in front of Deal and Walmer had often been searched,
but they hoped that once round the Foreland they might light upon
specimens differing from any which they had hitherto found. For
some hours they searched the pools, retiring as the tide advanced.
Then they went up to the foot of the cliffs, and sat down to open
their cans and compare the treasures they had collected. The spot
which they had unwittingly selected was a little bay. For a long
time they sat comparing their specimens. Then Frank said, "Come
along, it is time to be moving."
As he rose to his feet he uttered an exclamation of dismay. Although
the tide was still at some little distance from the spot where they
were sitting, it had already reached the cliffs extending out at
either end of the bay. A brisk wind was blowing on shore, and the
waves were already splashing against the foot of the rocks.
The whole party leaped to their feet, and seizing their cans ran
off at the top of their speed to the end of the bay.
"I will see how deep the water is," Frank exclaimed; "we may yet
be able to wade round."
The water soon reached Frank's waist. He waded on until it was up
to his shoulders, and he had to leap as each wave approached him.
Then he returned to his friends.
"I could see round," he said, "and I think I could have got round
without getting into deeper water. The worst of it is the bottom
is all rocky, and I stumbled several times, and should have gone
under water if I could not have swam. You can't swim, Ruthven, I
know; can you other fellows?"
Goodall could swim, as could one of the others.
"Now, Ruthven," Frank said, "if you will put your hand on my
shoulder and keep quiet, I think I could carry you around. Goodall
and Jackson can take Childers."
But neither of the other boys had much confidence in their swimming.
They could get thirty or forty yards, but felt sure that they
would be able to render but little assistance to Childers, and in
fact scarcely liked to round the point alone. For some time they
debated the question, the sea every minute rising and pushing them
farther and farther from the point. "Look here, Frank," Ruthven said
at last; "you are not sure you can carry me. The others are quite
certain that they cannot take Childers. We must give up that idea.
The best thing, old boy, is for you three who can swim to start
together. Then if either of the others fail you can help them a
bit. Childers and I must take our chance here. When you get round
you must send a boat as soon as possible."
"I certainly shall not desert you, Ruthven," Frank said. "You know
as well as I do that I'm not likely to find a boat on the shore
till I get pretty near Walmer Castle, and long before we could get
back it would be settled here. No, no, old fellow, we will see the
matter out together. Jackson and Goodall can swim round if they
like."
These lads, however, would not venture to take the risk alone, but
said they would go if Frank would go with them.
"Chuck off your boots and coats and waistcoats," Frank said suddenly,
proceeding to strip rapidly to the skin. "I will take them round,
Ruthven, and come back to you. Run round the bay you and Childers,
and see if you can find any sort of ledge or projection that we can
take refuge upon. Now, then, come on you two as quick as you can."
The sea had already reached within a few feet of the foot of the
cliff all round the bay.
"Now, mind," Frank said sharply, "no struggling and nonsense, you
fellows. I will keep quite close to you and stick to you, so you
needn't be afraid. If you get tired just put one hand on my back
and swim with the other and your legs; and above all things keep
your heads as low as possible in the water so as just to be able
to breathe."
The three lads soon waded out as far as they could go and then
struck out. Jackson and Goodall were both poor swimmers and would
have fared very badly alone. The confidence, however, which they
entertained in Frank gave them courage, and they were well abreast
of the point when first Jackson and then Goodall put their hands
on his shoulders. Thanks to the instructions he had given them, and
to their confidence in him, they placed no great weight upon him.
But every ounce tells heavily on a swimmer, and Frank gave a gasp
of relief as at last his feet touched the ground. Bidding his
companions at once set off at a run he sat down for two or three
minutes to recover his breath.
"It is lucky," he said to himself, "that I did not try with
Ruthven. It's a very different thing carrying fellows who can swim
and fellows who can't. What fools we've been to let ourselves he
caught here! I had no idea the tide came so high, or that it was
so dangerous, and none of us have ever been round here before. Now
I must go back to Ruthven."
Frank found it even harder work to get back than it had been to
come out from the bay, for the tide was against him now. At last
he stood beside Ruthven and Childers.
"We can only find one place, Frank, where there is any projection
a fellow could stand upon, and that is only large enough for one.
See!" he said, pointing to a projecting block of chalk, whose upper
surface, some eight inches wide, was tolerably flat. "There is a
cave here, too, which may go beyond the tide. It is not deep but
it slopes up a bit."
"That will never do," Frank said; "as the waves come in they will
rush up and fill it to the top. Don't you see it is all rounded by
the water? Now, Childers, we will put you on that stone. You will
be perfectly safe there, for you see it is two feet above this
greenish line, which shows where the water generally comes to.
The tides are not at spring at present, so though you may get a
splashing there is no fear of your being washed off."
The water was already knee deep at the foot of the rocks, and the
waves took them nearly up to the shoulders. Ruthven did not attempt
to dispute Frank's allotment of the one place of safety to Childers.
Frank and he placed themselves below the block of chalk, which was
somewhat over six feet from the ground. Then Childers scrambled up
on to their shoulders, and from these stepped onto the ledge.
"I am all right," he said; "I wish to Heaven that you were too."
"We shall do," Frank said. "Mind you hold tight, Childers! You had
better turn round with your face to the cliff, so as to be able to
grip hold and steady yourself in case the waves come up high. The
tide will turn in three quarters of an hour at the outside. Now,
then, Ruthven, let's make a fight for it, old man."
"What are you going to do, Frank?"
"We will wade along here as far as we can towards the corner, and
than we must swim for it."
"Don't you think it's possible to stay here," Ruthven said, "if
the tide will turn so soon?"
"Quite impossible!" Frank said. "I have been nearly taken off my
feet twice already, and the water will rise a yard yet, at least.
We should be smashed against the rocks, even if we weren't drowned. It
must be tried, Ruthven. There is no other way for it. The distance
is a good deal farther than it would have been if we had started
at first; but it isn't the distance that makes much matter. We've
only got to go out a little way, and the tide will soon take us
around the point. Everything depends on you. I can take you round
the point, and land you safely enough, if you will lie quiet. If you
don't, you will drown both of us. So it's entirely in your hands.
"Look out!"
At this moment a larger wave than usual took both boys off their
legs, and dashed them with considerable force against the cliff.
Frank seized Ruthven, and assisted him to regain his feet.
"Now, old fellow, let me put you on your back. I will lie on mine
and tow you along. Don't struggle; don't move; above all, don't try
and lift your head, and don't mind if a little water gets in your
mouth. Now!"
For a moment Ruthven felt himself under water, and had to make a great
effort to restrain himself from struggling to come to the surface.
Then he felt himself lying on his back in the water, supported by
Frank. The motion was not unpleasant as he rose and fell on the
waves, although now and then a splash of water came over his face,
and made him cough and splutter for breath. He could see nothing but
the blue sky overhead, could feel nothing except that occasionally he
received a blow from one or other of Frank's knees, as the latter
swam beneath him, with Ruthven's head on his chest. It was a dreamy
sensation, and looking back upon it afterwards Ruthven could never
recall anything that he had thought of. It seemed simply a drowsy
pleasant time, except when occasionally a wave covered his face.
His first sensation was that of surprise when he felt the motion
change, and Frank lifted his head from the water and said, "Stand
up, old fellow. Thank God, here we are, safe!"
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