“Never fear, you are all right,” cried Roger. “Let me put my arms under you, and do not attempt to swim till you are better. I will tread water, and easily keep you and myself up.”
“Where am I?” asked Charlie, in a very faint voice.
“Somewhere out in the middle of the Atlantic,” said Roger, in a cheerful tone. “But the ship’s not far off, and help will come to us as soon as a boat can be lowered; she’s rounding-to, though she had so much way on her that she shot somewhat far ahead.”
Charlie was slowly recovering his senses, and did as he desired; but when Roger looked up, the ship seemed a long long way off; not till then did the thought of sharks occur to him. Though he had fortunately shot the one which had been following the ship, there might be many others. He, however, did not let this idea damp his courage, but kept treading water with might and main, and singing out at the top of his voice, as if he were hailing his shipmates, and urging them to come faster to his assistance. At length he saw a boat lowered, and pulling towards them, but she was still far away; the thought of the abominable sharks would come back. As Charlie was recovering, he told him to sing out, and at the same time to splash with his feet. “Just to keep away the cramps, Charlie,” he said; for he did not wish to frighten him with the thought of the sharks. He looked round, and fancied he saw a dark fin in the distance, but he might, he knew, be mistaken. The boat drew nearer, the crew were giving way with all their might. Old Dick Kemp was steering her, standing up to observe the spot where the two lads were floating. Between her and them Roger observed that dark fin. “I hope that Dick will see it too, and if he has a musket in the boat, will try to hit it.” Roger forgot, if he did, that the bullet would very likely strike them. He shouted and splashed, and bade Charlie do the same, till he was nearly exhausted. The fin disappeared; perhaps the brute had been frightened away; he hoped so, but it did not make him relax in his efforts. It is our best chance to keep the monster off, he thought; he could scarcely have struck out five minutes longer, when the boat got up.
“Take him on board first,” he cried, pushing forward Charlie.
“We will have both of you together,” said Kemp. Scarcely was he in the boat when a white glistening object appeared, and its huge mouth gaped wide, half leaping out of the water. It got many a blow from the seamen’s oars; this had, however, no other effect than making it plunge down and make the water with its tail fly over them.
“Now, lads, pull back as fast as you can,” cried old Kemp. “We must put the boys under the doctor’s care as soon as possible. You are a brave fellow, Roger; I always thought so, now I know it; and the Captain will say so too. I only wish that I were in your place.”
The Scotch doctor, Macpherson, who knew that his services would be required, was standing ready to order the lads to be carried to the sick bay.
“I do not think there is much the matter with me,” said Roger; but his trembling knees and pale face showed that he required care, while Charlie had scarcely yet recovered from the blow he had experienced on falling into the water. The gale seemed to have hung, back till Charlie and his gallant preserver were safe on board,—the ship was under snug canvas, and rode it out well. Roger was a whole day getting round. When he appeared on deck he was warmly praised by the Captain, and he received the compliments of the other officers, even the gentlemen lieutenants.
“Faith,” said the honourable Lieutenant Delamere, “it is more than I could have done if I had expected to be made Lord High Admiral forthwith for doing it.”