“Thank’ye, doctor,” said the captain grimly, cocking the piece. “I don’t want to use it, and I daresay the sight of it will cool our yaller friend; but it’s just as well to be prepared. What! are you coming too? Thought your trade was to mend holes and not make ’em.”
“My trade is to save life, captain,” said the doctor quietly. “Perhaps I shall be helping to save life by coming down with you.”
“P’r’aps you will, doctor. Here, we don’t want you two boys.”
“We only want to come and see,” I said in an ill-used tone; and before the doctor could speak the captain laughingly said, “Come on,” and we followed them down below, the men bringing up the rear, armed with bars and hatchets.
The captain did not hesitate for a moment, but went straight down to the cabin door, turned the key, and threw it open, though all the while he knew that there was a man inside fiercer than some savage beast. But had he been a little more cautious it would have saved trouble, for the Malay had evidently been waiting as he heard steps, and as the door was opened he made a spring, dashed the doctor and captain aside, overset me, and, as the men gave way, reached the deck, where he ran right forward and then close up to the foremast, stood with his long knife or kris in his hand, rolling his opal eyeballs, and evidently prepared to strike at the first who approached.
“The dog! he has been at the spirits,” growled the captain fiercely. “Confound him! I could shoot him where he stands as easy as could be; but I arn’t like you, doctor, I don’t like killing a man. Never did yet, and don’t want to try.”
“Don’t fire at him,” said the doctor excitedly; “a bullet might be fatal. Let us all rush at him and beat him down.”
“That’s all very fine, doctor,” said the captain; “but if we do some one’s sure to get an ugly dig or two from that skewer. Two or three of us p’r’aps. You want to get a few surgery jobs, but I’d rather you didn’t.”
All this while the Malay stood brandishing his kris and showing his teeth at us in a mocking smile, as if we were a set of the greatest cowards under the sun.
“Look here, Harriet,” cried the captain; “you’d better give in; we’re six to one, and must win. Give in, and you shall have fair play.”