of the ship.
Two of their number had gone down before the captain's revolver. They
lay where they had fallen between the combatants. But then the first
mate lunged forward upon his face, and at a cry of command from Black
Michael the mutineers charged the remaining four. The crew had been
able to muster but six firearms, so most of them were armed with boat
hooks, axes, hatchets and crowbars.
The captain had emptied his revolver and was reloading as the charge
was made. The second mate's gun had jammed, and so there were but two
weapons opposed to the mutineers as they bore down upon the officers,
who now started to give back before the infuriated rush of their men.
Both sides were cursing and swearing in a frightful manner, which,
together with the reports of the firearms and the screams and groans of
the wounded, turned the deck of the Fuwalda to the likeness of a
Before the officers had taken a dozen backward steps the men were upon
them. An ax in the hands of a burly Negro cleft the captain from
forehead to chin, and an instant later the others were down: dead or
wounded from dozens of blows and bullet wounds.
Short and grisly had been the work of the mutineers of the Fuwalda, and
through it all John Clayton had stood leaning carelessly beside the
companionway puffing meditatively upon his pipe as though he had been
but watching an indifferent cricket match.
As the last officer went down he thought it was time that he returned
to his wife lest some members of the crew find her alone below.
Though outwardly calm and indifferent, Clayton was inwardly
apprehensive and wrought up, for he feared for his wife's safety at the
hands of these ignorant, half-brutes into whose hands fate had so
remorselessly thrown them.
As he turned to descend the ladder he was surprised to see his wife
standing on the steps almost at his side.
"How long have you been here, Alice?"
"Since the beginning," she replied. "How awful, John. Oh, how awful!
What can we hope for at the hands of such as those?"
"Breakfast, I hope," he answered, smiling bravely in an attempt to
allay her fears.
"At least," he added, "I'm going to ask them. Come with me, Alice. We
must not let them think we expect any but courteous treatment."
The men had by this time surrounded the dead and wounded officers, and
without either partiality or compassion proceeded to throw both living
and dead over the sides
To assist a woman over a mud hole would have seemed to Billy an acknowledgement of pusillanimity--to stick out his foot and trip her so that she sprawled full length in it, the hall-mark of bluff manliness.Page 32
Divine is not on any such bad terms with Skipper Simms as would be the case were his story to you true.Page 43
Ward with a handful of men armed with axes attempted to chop away the wreckage, for the jagged butt of the fallen mast was dashing against the ship's side with such vicious blows that it seemed but a matter of seconds ere it would stave a hole in her.Page 75
The bullet, missing its intended victim, pierced the heart of a sailor directly behind him, and as the man crumpled to the ground, rolling down the steep declivity, his fellows sought cover.Page 83
"The jungle approaches the village most closely on the opposite side--the side in rear of the chief's hut," pointed out Theriere.Page 126
Thither he turned his steps now.Page 130
Billy recalled the yelling samurai with their keen swords and terrible spears.Page 136
Running through the book he came presently upon the number he sought.Page 145
"I'm a-going to croak yeh.Page 150
The mist and rain In England and the hot old plain from Needles to Berdoo.Page 153
" As Billy walked away toward his camp, his arms laden with milk, butter, eggs, a loaf of bread and some cold meat, he grinned rather contentedly.Page 178
A dozen dog-eared and filthy magazines and newspapers were snatched from a hiding place beneath the table, and in the fraction of a second the room was transformed from a gambling place to an innocent reading-room.Page 181
As the two Americans and the Mexican conversed within the hut there approached across the dusty flat, from the direction of the nearer hills, a party of five horsemen.Page 182
Put me wise to the gink's lay.Page 193
Love had been there; but greater than that to hold a man into the straight and narrow path of decency and honor had been respect and admiration.Page 195
Just lead me to 'im.Page 234
The latter nodded, and Grayson turned and left the room.Page 240
a sudden halt.Page 258
Another shot came from above and Billy Byrne's pony grunted and collapsed.Page 274
Rozales and his small band halted out of range of the ranch; but they went hungry while their quarry fed themselves and their tired mounts.