Blue Jackets Part 89

"Hollibly 'tiff; Ching lub you well."

Before I knew what he was about to do, he seized one of my arms, and made me shout with agony, but he moved it here and there, pinching and rubbing and kneading it till it went easily, following it up with a similar performance upon the other. Back and chest followed; and in ten minutes I was a different being.

But no amount of rubbing and kneading did any good to my spirits, nor to those of our companion in misfortune, whose wound troubled him a good deal; but he sat up, trying to look cheerful, while, with my head still confused, and thought coming slowly, I exclaimed--

"But the storm--the typhoon?"

"Allee blow way, allee gone," cried Ching, smiling; "velly good job.

You feel dly?"

I did not answer then, for I felt as if I could not be awake. I had been lying in the lee of a huge ma.s.s of rock, amid stones and piled-up sand, upon which the sun beat warmly; the sky overhead was of a glorious blue; and there was nothing to suggest the horrors of the past night, but the heavy boom and splash of the billows which broke at intervals somewhere behind the rock.

At last I jumped up, full of remorse at my want of thought.

"Mr Brooke--the others?" I cried.

"We were talking about 'em, sir, 'fore you woke up," said Jecks sadly; and I now saw that he had received a blow on the head, while he spoke slowly, and looked strange.

"And what--"

"I'm afraid they're--"

"Allee dlowned; velly much 'flaid."

I groaned.

"I don't know how we managed to get ash.o.r.e, sir," said Jecks faintly.

"I think it was because there was so little undertow to the waves. When the boat struck, it felt to me as if I was being blown through the shallow water, and I shouldn't have been here if I hadn't come up against Mr Ching, who was pulling you along."

"Then you saved me, Ching?" I cried.

"Ching takee hold, and pullee here. Velly pull wolk. Him get hold of tow-chang, and pullee him both together."

"That's right, sir. I s.n.a.t.c.hed at anything, and got hold of his tail, and held on. But you don't mind, Mr Ching?"

"No; mustn't cut tow-chang off."

"Let's try if we can find the others," I said; and, taking the lead, I walked round the ma.s.s of rock which had sheltered us, to gaze out at the heaving sea, which was rising and falling restlessly; but there was no white water, all was of a delicious blue, darker than the sky, and not a sail in sight.

To right and left extended a low cliff, at whose feet lay huge ma.s.ses which had fallen from time to time; then an irregular stretch of sand extended to where the waves came curling over, the swell being very heavy, and the only trace of the storm to be seen was the way in which the sand had been driven up against the cliff, so as to form quite a glacis.

We could see about half a mile in either direction, but there was no sign of our companions, and my heart sank again. There were, however, here and there, ridges of rock, running down like breakwaters into the sea, and about which it fretted and tossed tremendously; and, in the hope that one of these ridges might hide our friends from our view, I climbed to the top of the highest piece of rock I could reach, and took a long and careful survey.

"See anything, sir?" said Tom Jecks.

"No," I replied, "nothing. Yes; about a quarter of a mile on there's a spar sticking up; it may be the boat's mast."

I came hurriedly down, and my announcement was enough to set my companions off, Jecks limping painfully through the loose sand, climbing rocks, and finding it no easy task to get over that so-called quarter of a mile, which, like all such s.p.a.ces on the sea-sh.o.r.e, proved to be about double the length it looked, while the nearer we got the higher and more formidable the ridge seemed to grow, completely shutting out all beyond, where it ran down from the cliff at right angles into the sea.

All at once, as I was helping the c.o.xswain over an awkward stone, the poor fellow being weak and rather disposed to stagger, but always pa.s.sing it off with a laugh and an "All right, sir, I shall be better after breakfast," Ching uttered an e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, and pointed to something that the sea had washed up, and was pouncing upon again like a cat to draw it back.

My heart seemed to stand still, but a horrible fascination drew me to the spot along with the Chinaman, for my first thought was that it was the body of Mr Brooke.

"Not jolly sailor boy," said Ching; and I felt a peculiar exaltation.

"Not Mis' Blooke. Pilate man dlowned. Ching velly glad."

We turned away, and continued our route, for I shrank from going into dangerous breakers to try and drag the man out, and my companion was too weak. As to its being one of the pirates, it seemed possible, for I knew that one, if not two, had gone overboard in the fight, and it was probably one of these.

We trudged on and reached the ridge at last, to find it bigger and more precipitous than I had expected. It ran out evidently for hundreds of yards, its course being marked by foam and fretting waves, and I was just thinking what a fatal spot it would be for a vessel to touch the sh.o.r.e, when I reached the top and uttered a startled cry, which brought the others to my side; for there was the explanation of the presence of the drowned Chinaman! Spreading away for a couple of hundred yards, the sh.o.r.e was covered with timbers, great bamboo spars, ragged sails, and the torn and shattered fragments of some large Chinese vessel; while, before I could shape it in my mind as to the possibilities of what vessel this could be, though certain it was not the _Teaser_, Ching said coolly--

"That velly good job. That big junk blow all to pieces, and allee bad pilate man dlowned. No go choppee off poor sailor head now. No 'teal silk, tea, allee good thing, and burnee ship. Velly good job indeed; velly bad lot."

"You think it was the junk which cheated us?"

"Yes, velly muchee same. Look, allee paint, lacquee, gold. Allee same junk; no use go find um now. No get head chop off for killee sailo'.

Allee bad pilate allee dlowned."

"Hold hard there, sir," whispered Tom Jecks. "I can hear people talking. Quick! squat, hide; there's a lot on 'em coming down off the cliff."

We had just time to hide behind some rocks, when a party of about twenty Chinamen came cautiously and slowly down on to the sands, and Ching whispered as he peeped between the fragments of rock--

"Not allee pilate dlowned. Come along look at junk; take care; choppee off allee head; must hide."

Ching was quite right, and I was awake to the fact that we three were prisoners on a little desert island, and in company with a gang of as savage and desperate enemies as man could have.

CHAPTER FORTY TWO.

FOR DEAR LIFE.

It was all clear enough: the great junk which had so deceived Mr Brooke and Ching had been cast ash.o.r.e and shattered, these men having escaped and been exploring the island, or perhaps they were only coming down now from the spot where they had taken refuge after being cast ash.o.r.e.

"Why, Ching," I whispered, "perhaps there are more of them about!"

"P'laps," he replied.

We dared not move, but remained there watching; and it now became pretty evident that the men had come down to examine the wreck, for they began to hurry about, chattering away as they searched in all directions amongst the fragments, one or another setting up a shout from time to time, which brought others to him. Then we saw them drag out now a chest from the sand in which it was bedded, now a cask; and soon after there was a burst of excitement over something we could not make out; but it was evidently a satisfactory find, for they bore it up from the sea to the soft, warm, dry sand, and all sat down round about it.

"Find something velly good to eat," whispered Ching. "Now allee velly busy; come along, hide."

It was very good advice; and we followed him down from the ridge, and in and out at the foot of the cliff, seeking for some place of concealment; for I had not a doubt about our fate if we were seen. In fact, I did not breathe freely until the great ridge and several ma.s.ses of rock were between us; and only then, a good half-mile away in the direction from which we had come, did we venture to speak above our breath.

"Velly big pity," said Ching, whose face was all in wrinkles. "Velly muchee wish back at fancee shop."

"Let's find a place before we talk about that," I said.

"Yes; soon findee place."