Part 95 (1/2)

”Fire!” roared Mr Reardon, when they were about fifty yards distant, and I saw several fall and others stagger and halt.

But the others continued their wild dash like men, and were met by our lads, who advanced with their cutla.s.s-bayonets at the charge.

There was a loud cheer, a savage yelling, and I saw the blades flas.h.i.+ng in the golden suns.h.i.+ne as they met. Then a minute's fierce encounter, with men falling, and then half-a-dozen turned and fled back for the ridge, but only to stop and turn to their right, making for the sea.

For the ridge was lined with blue-jackets and marines, and shot after shot was fired at the flying men, who without hesitation plunged into the sea and swam out a few yards, while our lads pursued them, but only to halt on the hard wet sand, where the waves now gently rippled.

There was a strange fascination in the scene, and I watched the six shaven heads of the swimming pirates till the first threw up his hands, battled the air for a few moments, and went down. The others turned and slowly swam sh.o.r.eward till they could wade, when they approached our men and flung their weapons on the sand in token of surrender.

There was a triumphant shout at this, and then another--a loud and frantic cheer. For the firing of the _Teaser_ had been going on rapidly, and all at once the first junk was seen to heel over, and gradually settle down, leaving the sea strewn with fragments of timber, to which the crew were left clinging; while the gunboat raced on, sending sh.e.l.l after sh.e.l.l rapidly at the other, till she was nearly alongside, when there was a tremendous roar, following the cras.h.i.+ng into her of a sh.e.l.l, and the second junk flew up in fragments.

The sh.e.l.l had reached her little magazine of powder; and then the work of mercy began.

I was watching the boats being lowered when I heard a shout from behind, and, looking round, saw the second line of our blue-jackets advancing from the ridge. To my great joy, I saw with them those whom we had mourned as drowned, while the next minute Mr Brooke had me by the hands, and I heard a strange gulping noise, ending in quite a howl.

I looked sharply round, and saw Ching seated on the sand, wiping his eyes with his sleeves.

”What's the matter, Ching--hurt?” I asked.

”No, not hurt, Mis' h.e.l.lick; Ching so velly glad.”

CHAPTER FORTY FIVE.

”HUZZA!”

By the time the _Teaser's_ boats had picked up those of the wretches who wished to be saved, I had learned from Mr Brooke how, when the boat struck, he and the others had clung to her and been swept along through the channel, the fierce current carrying them round the point, and at last into comparative shelter, where finally they reached the sh.o.r.e right on the far side of the island.

Thence, after a great deal of climbing, they made their way toward the channel to come in search of us; but they had to fly for their lives, finding that the island was in possession of the wrecked crew of the junk.

They lay in hiding all that day and the next. That evening, in answer to signals, a fis.h.i.+ng-boat picked them up, half-dead with thirst, and by the use of a few Chinese words and signs, and the showing of money, the men were prevailed upon to take them up to the river, where, to Mr Brooke's great delight, he found the _Teaser_ at her old anchorage uninjured, she having escaped the fury of the typhoon, just pa.s.sing into the river before it came down in its full violence.

Captain Thwaites had been anxiously awaiting the return of the boat from up the river, for, in spite of all inquiries, he had been unable to get any tidings of her till just as Mr Brooke arrived, to find the owners of the boat he had taken, on board making application for payment.

They were dismissed with a promise of full rest.i.tution, and, while steam was being got up, a boat was lowered, the floating grating which acted as a buoy found, the cutter recovered, and then the _Teaser_ sailed for the river's mouth and came in search of us, Mr Brooke still clinging to the hope that we had escaped. In the offing the two junks were seen and recognised, evidently on their way to pick up their s.h.i.+pwrecked friends.

First of all, the strong party of blue jackets and marines was landed, while the _Teaser_ went round the back of the island, to reach the channel and take the pirate junks by surprise.

Thorough success, as I have shown, attended the manoeuvre, and soon after we were on board, where, after a few congratulatory words from our busy captain, I found Barkins and Smith eager to welcome me back, and quite ready to forgive me for having what they called ”such a glorious lot of adventures,” on account of the share they had had in the sinking and blowing up of the two pirate junks.

”Yes,” said Barkins, after I had told my experiences on the island, ”that was all very well; but oh, my lad, you should have been here when we attacked those junks! It was glorious--wasn't it, Blacksmith?”

”Lovely! But don't say any more to the poor fellow; it will only make him mad.”