That woke us up, you bet. The Chileans pulled like mad, but
when we came near enough to discover that the ship was being attacked
by Indians, I had a fearful job to get my heroes to butt in. That
fellow Gomez is a brick. He orated like a politician, and finally they
got a move on. From what I have seen since I came aboard, I guess you
were hustling about that time?"
"Yes," said Courtenay, filling a glass with wine as he heard Boyle's
step without. He handed the glass to the chief when he entered.
"How many?" he asked.
"Huh! We've slung fifty-three Indians an' six of the crew overboard.
There's fourteen wounded natives an' five of our men in the doctor's
hands. Two Alaculofs died of funk when they set eyes on the nigger who
turned up in the life-boat. They thought--well, here's chin chin to
everybody. I'm thirsty."
CHAPTER XVI
CHRISTOBAL'S TEMPTATION
"By the way, what of Monsieur de Poincilit?" said Courtenay. "I saw
him come aboard with Malcolm, but he dived into the saloon, and has not
reappeared. Is he ill?"
Gray's mouth set like a steel trap; his eyes had a glint in them.
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