Part 1 (2/2)

The men obeyed, but several of those who were last to quit the s.h.i.+p looked back and called to the free-and-easy man who still stood at the wheel--”Come along, Disco; we'll have to shove off directly.”

”Shove off w'en you please,” replied the man at the wheel, in a deep rich voice, whose tones were indicative of a sort of good-humoured contempt; ”wot I means for to do is to stop where I am. It'll never be said of Disco Lillihammer that he forsook the owner's son in distress.”

”But you'll go to the bottom, man, if you don't come.”

”Well, wot if I do? I'd raither go to the bottom with a brave man, than remain at the top with a set o' fine fellers like _you_!”

Some of the men received this reply with a laugh, others frowned, and a few swore, while some of them looked regretfully at their self-willed s.h.i.+pmate; for it must not be supposed that _all_ the tars who float upon the sea are of the bold, candid, open-handed type, though we really believe that a large proportion of them are so.

Be this as it may, the boats left the brig, and were soon far astern.

”Thank you, Lillihammer,” said Harold, going up and grasping the h.o.r.n.y hand of the self-sacrificing sea-dog. ”This is very kind of you, though I fear it may cost you your life. But it is too late to talk of that; we must fix on some plan, and act at once.”

”The werry thing, sir,” said Disco quietly, ”that wos runnin' in my own mind, 'cos it's werry clear that we hain't got too many minits to spare in confabilation.”

”Well, what do you suggest?”

”Arter you, sir,” said Disco, pulling his forelock; ”you are capting now, an' ought to give orders.”

”Then I think the best thing we can do,” rejoined Harold, ”is to make straight for the sh.o.r.e, search for an opening in the reef, run through, and beach the vessel on the sand. What say you?”

”As there's nothin' else left for us to do,” replied Disco, ”that's 'zactly wot I think too, an' the sooner we does it the better.”

”Down with the helm, then,” cried Harold, springing forward, ”and I'll ease off the sheets.”

In a few minutes the `Aurora' was surging before a stiff breeze towards the line of foam which indicated the outlying reef, and inside of which all was comparatively calm.

”If we only manage to get inside,” said Harold, ”we shall do well.”

Disco made no reply. His whole attention was given to steering the brig, and running his eyes anxiously along the breakers, the sound of which increased to a thunderous roar as they drew near.

”There seems something like a channel yonder,” said Harold, pointing anxiously to a particular spot in the reef.

”I see it, sir,” was the curt reply.

A few minutes more of suspense, and the brig drove into the supposed channel, and struck with such violence that the foremast snapped off near the deck, and went over the side.

”G.o.d help us, we're lost!” exclaimed Harold, as a towering wave lifted the vessel up and hurled her like a plaything on the rocks.

”Stand by to jump, sir,” cried Disco. Another breaker came roaring in at the moment, overwhelmed the brig, rolled her over on her beam-ends, and swept the two men out of her. They struggled gallantly to free themselves from the wreck, and, succeeding with difficulty, swam across the sheltered water to the sh.o.r.e, on which they finally landed.

Harold's first exclamation was one of thankfulness for their deliverance, to which Disco replied with a hearty ”Amen!” and then turning round and surveying the coast, while he slowly thrust his hands into his wet trouser-pockets, wondered whereabouts in the world they had got to.

”To the east coast of Africa, to be sure,” observed the young supercargo, with a slight smile, as he wrung the water out of the foot of his trousers, ”the place we were bound for, you know.”

”Werry good; so here we are--come to an anchor! Well, I only wish,” he added, sitting down on a piece of driftwood, and rummaging in the pockets before referred to, as if in search of something--”I only wish I'd kep' on my weskit, 'cause all my 'baccy's there, and it would be a rael comfort to have a quid in the circ.u.mstances.”

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