"Can you see them?"

"Only three of them, sir," I replied. "Now another is out of sight."

"Then, as soon as they are all invisible, you can come down," cried Mr Reardon.

"Yes, sir; all out of sight now."

"Then come down."

"Thankye for nothing," I muttered; and then aloud, "Yes, sir;" and I closed my gla.s.s, and wiped my wet forehead, feeling stiff and sore, as if I had been exerting myself with all my might.

"I suppose I'm very stupid," I said to myself, as I began to descend slowly, "but I did try my best. What a height it seems up here! If a fellow slipped and fell, he would never have another hour up at the mast-head."

I went on downward, with my legs feeling more and more stiff, and a sense of heavy weariness growing upon me. My head ached too, and I felt a pain at the back of my neck, while mentally I was as miserable and dissatisfied as ever I remember being in my life.

"I hope he'll send old Barkins up next time," I thought. "He wouldn't feel so precious jealous then. Nice job, squinting through that gla.s.s till one's almost blind, and nothing but bullying for the result."

It seemed to be a very long way down to the deck, but I reached the remaining few rattlins at last, and I was nearly down to the bulwarks, meaning to go below and bathe my head, if I could leave the deck, when I was stopped short, just in my most gloomy and despondent moments, by the captain's voice, his words sounding so strange that I could hardly believe my ears.

For, as I held on to the shrouds, and looked sharply aft at the mention of my name, he said--

"Thank you, Mr Herrick; very good indeed;" while, as I reached the deck, Mr Reardon came up--

"Yes, capital, Mr Herrick. A very arduous task, and you have done it well."

CHAPTER TWENTY.

AFTER THE FIGHT.

"Bravo, Gnat! Well done, little 'un!" whispered Barkins the next minute, as I walked aft, feeling quite confused, while my headache and sensation of misery pa.s.sed off as if by magic. "Blacksmith would have done it better, of course; wouldn't you, Smithy?"

"Done it as well as you would," said my messmate sulkily; and there was a heavy frown on his brow; but, as he met my eyes, it cleared off, and he smiled frankly. "I say: Well done our side!" he whispered. "What would they do without midshipmen!"

"I say, though," said Barkins, "we've given John Pirate another dressing-down; but what about the plunder?"

"Ah, of course," said Smith. "Junks both burned, and no swag. What about our prize-money? Eh, Gnat?"

"I wasn't thinking about that, but about our poor lads. They must have had a sharp fight. I hope no one is hurt."

My companion were silent for a moment or two. Then Barkins said quietly--

"I thought it would be only the teapots that were broken. Think our chaps were hurt? You couldn't see?"

"I could see that there was a big fight going on; and look here!"

I nodded in the direction of one of the companion-ways, from which the doctor suddenly appeared with his gla.s.ses on, and an eager, expectant look in his eyes as he bustled up to us.

"I'm all ready," he said. "Boats in sight yet?" I shuddered, and I noticed that Smith looked white. "Well, why don't you answer? What's the matter, my lads? Oh, I see." He laughed.

"Horrible sort of person the doctor, eh? But you didn't look like that when I tackled your wounds the other day. But if you people will fight, the surgeon must be ready. Oh, let's see: you were up at the cross-trees, Mr Herrick, with your gla.s.s, and saw all. Will there be much work for me to do?"

"I don't know, sir," I said, trying hard to speak quietly. "I couldn't see much for the smoke. I hope not."

"So do I, boy, heartily. I don't mind the wounds so long as they're not too bad. It's painful to have fine strong lads like ours slip through one's fingers. But we must do our best. Any Chinese prisoners? Sure to be, I suppose."

"I should think so, sir."

"And wounded. Well, if there are, you three lads ought to come and be my body-guard with your dirks. Like to see the operations, I daresay?"

"Ugh!" I said, with a shudder.

"Bah! Don't act like a great girl, Herrick," said the doctor scornfully. "You would never have done for a doctor, sir. I never shudder at the worst cases."

"But then you are hardened, sir," said Barkins.

"Hardened be hanged, sir!" cried the doctor indignantly. "A clever surgeon gets more and more softened every time he operates, more delicate in his touches, more exact in his efforts to save a limb, or arrange an injury so that it will heal quickly. Hardened, indeed! Why, to judge from your faces, any one would think surgery was horrible, instead of one of the greatest pleasures in life."

"What, cutting and bandaging wounds, and fishing for bullets?" blurted out Smith; "why, sir, I think it's hideous."

"And I think you are an impertinent young c.o.xcomb, sir," cried the doctor indignantly. "Hideous, indeed! Why it's grand."

He looked round at us as if seeking for confirmation of his words, but neither spoke.

"Hideous? horrible?" he said, taking off his gla.s.ses and thrusting his hand into his pocket for his handkerchief to wipe them, but bringing out something soft and white, which proved to be a piece of lint. "Oh, I do call it cool. If there's anything hideous it's your acts, sir; having those thundering guns fired, to send huge sh.e.l.ls shivering and shattering human beings to pieces for the doctor to try and mend; your horrible chops given with cutla.s.ses and the gilt-handled swords you are all so proud of wearing--insolent, bragging, showy tools that are not to be compared with my neat set of amputating knives in their mahogany case. These are to do good, while yours are to do evil. Then, too, your nasty, insidious, cruel bayonets, which make a worse wound than a bullet. Oh, it's too fine to call my work horrible, when I try to put straight all your mischief."

"Here they are," cried Barkins excitedly, as a hail came from the top.

We ran aft to see the first boat come steadily along close in sh.o.r.e, which was being hugged so as to avoid the full rush of the tide.

Directly after the others came in sight, and gla.s.ses were all in use from the bridge and quarter-deck.

I adjusted mine directly, and saw at the first glance that there was plenty of work for Dr Price, for men were lying in the stern-sheets with rough bandages on limbs and heads, while several of those who were rowing had handkerchiefs tied round their foreheads, and others had horrible marks upon their white duck-frocks, which told tales of injury to them as well as to their enemies.

The third boat was given up to men lying down or sitting up together, leaving only just room for the rowers, while the fourth and largest boat was being towed; the thwarts, that in an ordinary way would have been occupied by rowers, now holding the marines, who sat with their rifles ready, and fixed bayonets, while the stern-sheets were filled with Chinamen, seated in three groups, and all in the most uncomfortable-looking way. I could see that their hands were tied behind their backs, and it was horribly plain that several of them were wounded; but why they should have formed these three groups, and sat there with their heads laid close together, was what puzzled me.

A loud cheer rose from our deck as the boats came near; and this was taken up directly by the returning party, the men rowing harder as they shouted, and the little triumphant procession reached the side.

The first hail came from the captain.

"Mr Brooke--where's Mr Brooke?"

"Here, sir," cried that officer, standing up with a stained handkerchief about his head, and his uniform all black and scorched.

"Any fatalities?"

"No, sir; not one."