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"You dear lad," said the old man, softly. "Why, I've been that proud on you to-day as never was, and been wis.h.i.+ng the capen was here."
"Nonsense! Now about getting up these guns. I can't tell the men what to do."
"Yah! you're right enough. All you've got to do is to look on and say, 'Now, my lads, with a will!' and, 'Come, bo'sun, don't play with it!'
And, 'Altogether, my lads!' and you'll see them guns mounted in no time.
Steady; here's Mr Roylance coming."
"But it seems to be only playing at captain, and I don't--"
"Ay, ay, sir," roared the boatswain. "You're right. Parbuckle it is.
Be smart, my lads, and get down a cask. One o' them as the stores was in."
There was a hearty a.s.sent, as Syd said to himself, "What does he mean by 'parbuckle'?"
"Cast off these here ropes, sir," shouted Strake again. "Ay, ay, sir.
Now, my lads, off with them."
The men trotted here and there with the greatest of alacrity, and by the time the ropes were unfastened from the first gun, a cask was rolled to the end of the gap, lowered down, and placed by the end of the gun.
The boatswain came to Syd's side again.
"Get the gun inside, and then pack her round with tarpaulin and doubled-up sails, wouldn't you, sir?" he said.
"Yes, if it's best," replied Syd; and the boatswain went off again to the men.
"Talk about a lad!" he said. "My! he is the right sort. Now then, in with that handspike, boys."
The men placed one end of the tough ash staff into the muzzle of the gun, then laid hold and lifted it high enough for a block to be placed under it. Then the men depressed the muzzle, the leverage given by the handspike enabling them to raise the breech; and the cask was run over it right up over the trunnions, a little more hoisting and heaving getting the gun right in, when it was easily packed round with doubled-up sails, and wedged tight in the centre.
After this the task was comparatively easy. Four ropes were made fast to a ma.s.s of rock in the gap, brought down and pa.s.sed under the cask, taken back over the top, and from thence into the gap, where, with Syd now comprehending, and wonderfully interested in the task, giving orders, all the strength of the detachment was brought to bear, and the cask was hauled up the slope without a mishap.
A burst of cheers greeted this, and it was then rolled on over the rough ground with handspikes, till it was at the upper end of the gap by its carriage, which was ready on a rough platform.
Then the unpacking began, Syd needing no instructions now the cask and packing were rolled back, and the second gun was brought up with greater ease than the first.
The rigging up of a kind of tripod, and hoisting each gun up into its place on the carriage, was a mere matter of every-day detail, and before dark Syd had the satisfaction of seeing his father's wishes carried out, and each piece ready with its pile of shot and ammunition stowed under the shelter of a niche in the rock which made an admirable magazine.
He had been alone part of the time, but admirably seconded by Strake, who kept up his bit of acting at first with a show of reality that was admirable, till he saw that his young master had grasped the requisite knowledge, and in his excitement began to order and dictate till the work was done; for Terry had gone off with a gla.s.s to sweep the horizon in search of the frigate, getting under shelter of a great piece of stone, the wind blowing almost a gale.
But he searched in vain. For some reason the _Sirius_ had sailed right away; and he crept down at last with the unsatisfactory feeling that he had been superseded, and that it would be some time before the frigate returned.
But long before he descended, Roylance--who had set the sailor free, and was watching in his place by the lieutenant's side--had communicated with Sydney, and asked him to come and look at his patient.
It was a sad sight. The poor fellow lay motionless and breathing feebly and hurriedly, for there was a suggestion of the fever that was pretty sure to come; and a feeling of helplessness came over Syd as he bent over his patient, and wondered what he could do more to save his life.
After the guns had been dragged up, a portion of the men were at liberty to help in other ways, and a good deal more had been done to the shelter up in the gap.
It was quite time, for with the coming night it was evident there would be a storm. And it became a matter of certainty that if the wind did rise, the rough tent set up with a sail thrown over a spar, for the lieutenant's use, would be exposed to the higher waves, and must inevitably be saturated by the spray.
It was no use to sigh, the task had at all risks to be done, and the question arose how the wounded man was to be transported to the gap.
"Can't we do something to keep him here?" suggested Syd; "build a rough wall of rock to shelter him."
The answer came at once in the shape of a large roller, which seemed to glide in, and after deluging the little pier broke with a heavy, thunderous noise, and sent a tremendous shower of broken water over the canvas of the rough tent, nearly driving it flat, and proving that the position where Mr Dallas lay would not be tenable much longer.
"I think I can manage it, sir," said the boatswain, touching his hat, "if I may try."
"What will you do?"
"This here, sir."
There was no time to waste; and with all the handiness of a sailor the old man set to work, took down the sail, and folded it till it was in the form of an oblong, some eight feet by four.
"Now two on you," he said, "draw that under the lufftenant while we eases him up. Not that way, you swabs: folded edge first."
The doubled sail was reversed, and as Mr Dallas was gently lifted the canvas was drawn under him; Syd feeling a chill run through him as the poor fellow lay perfectly inert, not so much as giving vent to a moan.
"Now, one at each corner," said the boatswain. "Mind and not s.h.i.+ft that there board under his leg. Steady--altogether."
The men lifted, and the wounded man was borne close up to the slope below the gap, where the spars and tackle were erected at the edge some fifteen feet above their heads.
It was none too soon; the men were in the act of lowering their burden gently down, when, with a noise like thunder, another wave broke, and it was only by making a rush through the foam that the spars, canvas, and rope lying by the rough tent were saved by the men from being carried away.
"Just in time, Roy," said Sydney; "but how are we to get him up there, bo'sun?"
"Oh, that's easy enough, sir; I can work that."
Taking a small boat-mast, the boatswain rapidly lashed the ends of the temporary hammock fast to the spar, and then ropes were carried and secured to the tackle-block in a way that, when all was ready, there was no difficulty in hauling the spar horizontally up, with the temporary hammock and its burden swinging from the spar like a palanquin.
All this was cleverly managed, and willing hands seized one end of the spar as soon as it was up to the end of the gap, drew it in till the other end could be reached and shouldered, and then the hammock was borne right up to where the shelter had been previously prepared.
As soon as the patient had been carefully laid down, Sydney knelt beside him to place his light hand upon his heart, trembling the while in antic.i.p.ation of his worst dread being fulfilled, and a cold chill came over him again, as it seemed to him that there was no movement.
He s.h.i.+fted his hand to the pulse, and still there seemed to be no sign, till he lifted the fingers up a little and drew a catching breath, for there was certainly a feeble throbbing sensible.
"Can't s'pect much, sir," whispered the boatswain. "Man's awful weak when he's like that. Bimeby, though, he'll turn hot and fev'rish; they generally does."
"But he is alive," said Syd, softly; and he proceeded to examine his bandages, thankful to find that the bleeding had stopped, and the splints, thanks to the board beneath the sufferer's leg, uns.h.i.+fted.
Breathing a little more freely now, and enforcing silence among the men, Sydney left the temporary tent, and took a look round with Roylance, previous to making dispositions for the night.
Everything was rather chaotic, but the guns were in position, the men's arms arranged, and the tackle drawn up, so that they were all secure in a natural fort, whose approaches could easily be defended, there being only one place where an enemy was likely to approach. Here a watch was set, and orders given for a meal to be prepared, in antic.i.p.ation of which a tot of rum was served round to the tired men, and a bit of tobacco handed to each by Sydney's orders.
The effect was miraculous. Five minutes before the men looked worn-out and dull in the gathering gloom; now there was a burst of subdued laughter and talk from the group gathered round the fire which the cook had prepared, the light s.h.i.+ning on the face of Terry, who stood leaning against a piece of the perpendicular rock, his arms folded, and a heavy scowl upon his brow.
"I don't like that, Roy," said Syd, in a low tone; "it's miserable work being bad friends."
"Yes; I hate it."