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Page 70
Suddenly a bellow of rage close at hand caused him to look in-board.
The Captain of the transport, his face purple with passion, was rushing
towards the jack-staff.
"How dare you hoist the signal of a mutiny?" he howled. "I'll show--"
"Because there is one on board," shouted Ridge, springing in front of
the infuriated man, and at the same moment whipping out his revolver.
"Halt where you are!" he added, fiercely. "For if you dare touch that
flag before I am through with it I will blow out your traitorous
brains!"
The Captain, cowed by the steadily levelled muzzle of that pistol,
obeyed this order and stood still; but at the same time he yelled for
any of the transport's crew who might be within hearing to tumble aft
in a hurry.
In another minute they came--mates, deck-hands, engineers, stewards,
and stokers--blocking the narrow gangways on either side of the
deck-house. But beyond this they dared not go; for they too were
confronted by that levelled pistol, and its holder's assurance that he
would fire at the first man who advanced another step.
Thus the single figure with a cocked revolver and the unarmed mob that
it held at bay faced each other for a full minute, during which time
the purple-faced Captain raved, foamed at the mouth, and, with bitter
curses, ordered his men to make a rush at the young pirate. That they
did not obey was because of the unflinching steadiness of the young
pirate's gaze, which they realized would detect their slightest forward
movement.
All at once Ridge caught a glimpse of a man on the roof of the
deck-house, just as he dodged from sight behind the life-raft. He
thought he had also seen a gun in the man's hand. The next instant he
sprang over the ship's rail into the sea, and as he did so a shot rang
out behind him. It was not repeated when he came to the surface, for
the very good reason that an armed boat from the steam-yacht was so
close at hand, that ere the young trooper had cleared his eyes of salt
water, its occupants were hauling him aboard.
"Sergeant Norris!" cried an amazed voice from the stern sheets. "Can
it be possible?"
"Lieutenant Norris, if you please," answered our dripping hero, with
what dignity he could command. "But oh, Comly! get me aboard your ship
as quick as you can. It is a matter of life or death!"
"But I am ordered to investigate the mutiny on that transport" replied
the bewildered Ensign.
"I am the mutiny, and in capturing me you have got the whole of it,"
declared Ridge. "So, as you value your future prospects, get me aboard
the _Speedy_, before it shall be too late."
"All right," answered the young naval officer. "I'll risk it for your
sake. So here goes."
Once on board the despatch-boat our young trooper placed the whole
situation in a few words before Captain Boldwood, who no sooner
comprehended it than he ordered his little ship headed up the coast
with all speed.
"It will be almighty rough on the Admiral," he said to Ridge, "if
Cervera comes out while he is away, after all his careful planning and
weeks of weary waiting."
"What do you mean?"
"Only that Admiral Sampson has chosen to-day, of all days, to come down
here for an interview with General Shafter, and we were sent ahead to
make things ready for him at Siboney. He was to have followed us
within half an hour; but perhaps we can turn him back in time. At any
rate, we'll do our best."
So the little _Speedy_ flew back over the way she had just come,
displaying from her masthead as she went a string of gay bunting that
read:
"The enemy's ships are escaping."
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