The Boy Slaves. Майн Рид

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СКАЧАТЬ the tidal current was still carried towards the shore; and that the water was yet deepening around them.

      The data thus obtained were sufficient to guide them to the solution of the sad problem. During that interval, while they were swimming and wading across the bay, the tide must have been continually on the increase. It must have risen at least a yard. A foot would be sufficient to have submerged the sailor, since he could not swim. There was but one conclusion to which they could come. Their companion must have been drowned.

      With heavy hearts they turned their faces towards the shore, thinking more of the sad fate of the sailor than their own future.

      Scarce had they proceeded a dozen steps when a shout heard from behind caused them to come to a sudden stop.

      “Avast there!” cried a voice that seemed to rise from out of the depths of the sea.

      “It’s Bill!” exclaimed all three in the same breath.

      “ ’Old on, my hearties, if that’s yerselves that I see!” continued the voice. “Arrah, ’old on there. I’m so tired wadin’, I want a short spell to rest myself. Wait now, and I’ll come to yez as soon as I can take a reef out of my tops’ls.”

      The joy caused by this greeting, great as it was, was scarce equal to the surprise it inspired. They who heard it were for some seconds incredulous. The sound of the sailor’s voice, well-known as it was, with something like the figure of a human being dimly seen through the uncertain mist that shadowed the surface of the water, was proof that he still lived; while, but the moment before, there appeared substantial proof that he must have gone to the bottom. Their incredulity even continued till more positive evidence to the contrary came before them, in the shape of the old man-o’-war’s-man himself; who, rapidly splashing through the more shallow water, in a few seconds stood face to face with the three brave boys whom he had so lately urged to abandon him.

      “Bill, is it you?” cried all three in a breath.

      “Auch! and who else would yez expect it to be? Did yez take me for ould Neptune risin’ hout of the say? Or did yez think I was a mare-maid? Gee mee a grip o’ yer wee fists, ye bonny boys. Ole Bill warn’t born to be drowned!”

      “But how did ye come, Bill? The tide’s been rising ever since we left you.”

      “Oh!” said Terence, “I see how it is; the bay isn’t so deep after all: you’ve waded all the way.”

      “Avast there, master Terry! not half the way, though I’ve waded part of it. There’s wather between here and where you left me deep enough to drown Phil Macool. I didn’t crass the bay by wading at all, at all.”

      “How then?”

      “I was ferried on a nate little craft, as yez all knows of, the same that carried us safe to the sandspit.”

      “The spar?”

      “Hexactly as ye say. Just as I was about to gee my last gasp, something struck me on the back o’ the head, making me duck under the wather. What was that but the tops’l yard. Hech! I wasna long in mountin’ on to it. I’ve left it out there afther I feeled my toes trailin’ along the bottom. Now, my bonny babies, that’s how Old Bill’s been able to rejoin ye. Flippers all round once more; and then let’s see what sort o’ a shore we’ve got to make port upon.”

      An enthusiastic shake of the hands passed between the old sailor and his youthful companions; after which the faces of all were turned towards the shore, still only dimly distinguishable, and uninviting as seen, but more welcome to the sight than the wilderness of water stretching as if to infinity behind them.

Chapter Nine.

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      Uncomfortable Quarters.

      The waders had still some distance to go before reaching dry land; but, after splashing for about twenty minutes longer, they at length stood upon the shore. As the tide was still flowing in they continued up the beach; so as to place themselves beyond the reach of the water, in the event of its rising still higher.

      They had to cross a wide stretch of wet sand before they could find a spot sufficiently elevated to secure them against the further influx of the tide. Having at length, discovered such a spot, they stopped to deliberate on what was best to be done.

      They would fain have had a fire to dry their dripping garments; for the night had grown chilly under the influence of the fog.

      The old sailor had his flint, steel, and tinder, the latter still safe in its water-tight tin box; but there was no fuel to be found near. The spar, even if they could have broken it up, was still floating, or stranded, in the shoal water, more than a mile to seaward.

      In the absence of a fire they adopted the only other mode they could think of to get a little of the water out of their clothes. They stripped themselves to the skin, wrung out each article separately; and then, giving each a good shake, put them on again, leaving it to the natural warmth of their bodies to complete the process of drying.

      By the time they had finished this operation, the mist had become sensibly thinner; and the moon, suddenly emerging from under a cloud, enabled them to obtain a better view of the shore upon which they had set foot.

      Landward, as far as they could see, there appeared to be nothing but white sand, shining like silver under the light of the moon. Up and down the coast the same landscape could be dimly distinguished.

      It was not a level surface that was thus covered with sand; but a conglomeration of hillocks and ridges, blending into each other and forming a labyrinth, that seemed to stretch interminably on all sides, except towards the sea itself.

      It occurred to them to climb to the highest of the hillocks. From its summit they would have a better view of the country beyond; and perhaps discover a place suitable for an encampment; perhaps some timber might then come into view, from which they would be able to obtain a few sticks.

      On attempting to scale the “dune”, they found that their wading was not yet at an end. Though no longer in the water, they sank to their knees at every step, in soft yielding sand.

      The ascent of the hillock, though scarce a hundred feet high, proved exceedingly toilsome, much more so than wading knee-deep in water, but they floundered on, and at length reached the summit.

      To the right, to the left, in front of them, far as the eye could reach, nothing but hills and ridges of sand, that appeared under the moonlight of a whiteness approaching to that of snow. In fact, it would not have been difficult to fancy that the country was covered with a heavy coat of snow, as often seen in Sweden, or the northern parts of Scotland, drifted into “wreaths”, and spurred hillocks, of every imaginable form.

      It was pretty, but soon became painful from its monotony; and the eyes of that shipwrecked quartette were even glad to turn once more to the scarce less monotonous blue of the ocean.

      Inland, they could perceive other sand-hills, higher than that to which they had climbed, and long crested “combings”, with deep valleys between; but not one object to gladden their sight, nothing that offered promise of either food, drink, or shelter.

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