"Then you must allow me to pick one, Sam. My friend Jim Slagg is at present cast adrift with a considerable part of the Great Eastern"s crew. He will be delighted to go, I know, and is a first-rate, hard-working, willing, conscientious youth."
"He ought to be proud of having so warm a friend and advocate," said Sam, "but I have no power to choose the men."
"O yes, you have, Sam. If you could get me appointed, you can get him appointed; and you must, for, if you don"t, I won"t go."
"You are hard on me, Robin, but I"ll try."
"But you have not yet told us where it is that they are going to send you," said Mrs Wright.
"Ah! that"s not fixed," replied Sam; "they are laying down lines in Turkey; and Egypt is talked of, and telegraph to India itself is even hinted at. All I know is that we shall be sent to the East somewhere."
"Bah! boo! Why does n.o.body ask for _my_ opinion on the matter?" said uncle Rik, as he gazed at the company over a goose drumstick, which was obviously not tender.
"Your opinion, brother," said Mr Wright, "is so valuable, that no doubt your nephew has been keeping it to the last as a sort of t.i.t-bit--eh, Robin?"
"Well, uncle; come, let us have it," said Robin.
"You don"t deserve it," returned Rik, with a wrench at the drumstick, "but you shall have it all the same, free, gratis. Was this bird fed on gutta-percha shavings, sister Nan?"
"Perhaps--or on violin strings, I"m not sure which," replied Mrs Wright blandly.
"Well," continued the captain, "you youngsters will go off, I see, right or wrong, and you"ll get half-drowned in the sea, roasted in the East, smothered in the desert, eaten alive by cannibals, used-up by the plague, poisoned by serpents, and tee-totally ruined altogether. Then you"ll come home with the skin of your teeth on--nothing more."
"I sincerely hope it will be summer at the time," said Sam, laughing; "but we are grateful to you for prophesying that we shall return, even though in such light clothing."
"That"s what"ll happen," continued the captain, regarding the other drumstick with some hesitation; "you may take the word of an old salt for it. I"ve lived in the good old times, lads, and I know that all these new-fangled notions are goin" to burst up--and _that"s_ what"ll come of it."
Whether that was what came of it remains to be seen.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
A GREAT DYNAMO-ELECTRIC SEA-FIGHT.
A few weeks after the utterance of Captain Rik"s famous prophecy, Robin, Sam, Stumps, and Slagg found themselves on board of a large submarine cable steam-ship, named the Triton, ploughing the billows of the Southern Ocean.
A few weeks later and they were drawing near to that great concourse of islands known as the Malay Archipelago, where nature is exceptionally beautiful, but man is rather vile. At all events, that region of the ocean lying to the south of China has been long infamous for the number and ferocity of its pirates, who, among the numerous islands, with their various channels, creeks, and rivers, have found a suitable field for their b.l.o.o.d.y and remorseless game.
"D"you know, I don"t believe in pirates?" said Robin to Sam, as they stood at the bow of the cable-ship, conversing about these sea-robbers.
"They believe in _you_ nevertheless, as you"d find out to your cost if we came across one just now."
The voice that replied was not Sam"s, but that of the captain, who had come forward to get a clearer sweep of the horizon ahead with his gla.s.s.
"Do you think it likely, sir, that we may meet with any of the rascals?"
asked Sam.
"Not at all unlikely," replied the captain, fixing his gla.s.s and putting it to his eye, "though I don"t think it likely that we shall be attacked, as we are large and don"t look like a richly freighted merchant-man. However, there is no saying. These scoundrels fear nothing, and when hard up will attack anything but a man-of-war, I half suspect that I am looking at one of them now."
This latter announcement, calmly uttered, threw all who heard it into quite a flutter of excitement.
The captain was a big, dark-skinned, bearded man, with a quiet, half-humorous, half-sarcastic expression of countenance.
"Do you really think it is a pirate?" asked Robin, eagerly.
"I really do," replied the captain, "and I fear we may have to run out of our course to avoid her. You see, I am a man of peace, and abhor bloodshed, therefore I won"t fight if I can help it."
Saying this he gave orders to have the course of the steamer changed.
Just then there occurred one of those _contretemps_ which don"t often happen, but which, when they do, are often prolific of disaster; an important part of the machinery broke down, and the engine, for the moment, was rendered useless. It was most unfortunate, for the suspicious craft lay to windward, and a light breeze was blowing carried it steadily towards them, although all the sail the steamer possessed was crowded on her.
"Come aft here, Mr Shipton, and tell your chief to come with you. I want to hold a council of war," said the captain.
Summoning the first mate and chief engineer, as well as the electricians, the captain went to the after part of the quarter-deck, where, seated on the taffrail, he deliberated with the extemporised council measures for repelling an expected attack.
What these deliberations tended to, those not of the council could not tell, but from the energy of the members, and an occasional burst of laughter from the group, it was obvious, as Jim Slagg remarked, that "mischief o" some sort was in the wind."
Presently the council broke up, and the members went actively below, as men do who have a purpose to carry out promptly.
Meanwhile the pirate vessel came within range and fired a shot which missed them. The fire was not repeated. Evidently they meant to get within easy range before trying another shot.
In a few minutes the electricians came on deck with several large coils of copper wire, which they uncoiled and distributed mysteriously about the sides of the vessel. At the same time several lengths of leathern pump hose were laid along the deck, and fire-branches or nozzles attached to them.
"Run out our stern-guns now," said the captain, with a grim smile, "and give it "em hot. It won"t do to seem to give in too easy. Run up the Union Jack. Don"t take aim. I want more noise and smoke than mischief--d"ye understand?"
The officer to whom this was addressed, said, "Ay, ay, sir," in the usual tone of ready obedience, adding, however, in an undertoned growl, "but I _don"t_ understand, for all that!"
He obeyed the orders literally, being well disciplined, and the result was a sudden and most furious cannonade, for the pirate replied with vigour, using all the guns he could bring to bear; but no damage was done on either side for some time, until at last a ball from the enemy went crash through the smoke funnel of the Triton with a most sonorous bang!
"That"ll do now," cried the captain, "cease firing and haul down the colours."
If the captain had said, "Cut away the rudder and heave the boilers overboard," he could scarcely have caused more surprise in his crew, who, by his orders, had a.s.sembled on deck, every man being armed with musket, cutla.s.s, and revolver. His orders were strictly and promptly obeyed, however.
By this time the light breeze had fallen and a dead calm prevailed, so that the sails of the pirate flapped idly against her masts, and her crew were seen busily lowering her boats.
"We could have soon got out of her way if our engines had not broke down," growled the captain, as he went toward the front of the quarter-deck and looked down on the armed men in the waist. "My lads,"
he said, "the blackguards are Malay pirates. They are lowering their boats, and will be alongside in less than half an hour. I don"t need to tell you what you"ll have to expect if they take us. We must beat "em off or _die_; for it"s better to die sword in hand than to be tortured or strangled. Those of you, however, who prefer the latter modes of going under may show the white feather and enjoy yourselves in your own way. Now, lads, you know me. I expect obedience to orders to the letter. I hate fighting and bloodshed--so don"t kill unless you can"t help it. Also, take care that you don"t touch these copper wires on the sides with either finger or foot. If you do you"ll repent it, for electricians don"t like their gear handled."
Turning abruptly round, for the oars of the approaching boats could now be distinctly heard, the captain asked Sam if his batteries were well charged.
"Chock-full, sir," replied Sam with a broad grin; "there"s not a bit of iron all round the ship that a man could lay hold of without receiving his due!"
"Good," said the captain, turning to the chief engineer; "are the hose attached and the boilers hot?"
"Bubblin" up fit to burst, sir. I"ve weighted the safety-valves to give it force?"
Without another word the captain stepped to the port gangway, and took off his hat to the advancing pirates. The pirate captain, not to be outdone in civility, took off his fez and bowed as the boat ranged alongside. The captain carefully held out one of the man-ropes to his enemy. He grasped it and seized the other.