The steamer was now rapidly making her way back, the men furling the sails, and the screw as it revolved sending a wave washing in amidst the roots of the trees on either side of the river; while, now that the present danger was over, the lieutenant went round to visit his patients, leaving Bob Roberts in command, and a man with the lead in the chains.
“I think the central channel is safe enough, Roberts,” said the lieutenant; “but keep him heaving the lead.”
“Trust me, sir,” said Bob rather importantly.
“Yes, I’ll trust you, Roberts,” said the lieutenant. “I’ll be frank with you, my lad, and tell you something that will please you, I know.”
“What is it, sir?” said Bob eagerly.
“I don’t think I shall ever look upon you again as a boy?”
Bob coloured with pleasure as soon as he was left alone; but his common sense prevailed the next moment.
“That’s very kind of him,” he thought, “but it’s all gammon; I am only a boy yet. And there—hang it all! since Miss Linton spoke to me as she did, hang me if I care if I am!”
Fortunately for the party on board the steamer, the Malays had carried off their wounded as they fell, so that there was no trouble with either them or prisoners, who would have been highly inconvenient at such a time, especially as there was no knowing how soon there might be another attack. For though beaten as to their prahus, the Malays almost to a man succeeded in reaching the shore, to join those besieging the fort, and at any time a new attack might be made.
As they came abreast of the prahu that was run ashore and forsaken, Lieutenant Johnson determined to run no risk of its being floated once more, and used, after patching, to annoy; for giving the order to reverse the engine, the steamer was kept abreast, while Bob Roberts and a party of marines and Jacks went ashore and made preparations to burn her.