“It’s all over now,” muttered Drew, and he took aim at a man who seemed to be the leader.
Chapter Thirty.
An Invalid Defence.
The shouting and yelling was so plainly heard in the cabin, that Oliver tried to raise himself up, but sank back with a sigh of pain, for the rough usage he had met with from the Papuans had made him lie back half fainting and speechless. But he was conscious of the words shouted by the seaman to the mate, and of the latter’s orders as he ran out of the cabin.
Oliver groaned as he lay back upon his couch, listening to the sounds of the impending strife.
“It is too hard to be left alone and helpless here,” he muttered. “I wouldn’t care if I were strong enough to go and help.”
“You there, Lane?” came in feeble tones from the other side of the cabin.
“Yes. How are you?”