had been seen by the enemy, who would be down on them directly. At
the same time he pointed to Oliver's clothes, which lay in a recess in
the side of the cavern.
The youth dressed himself rapidly, and, while thus engaged, observed
that there were five men in the cavern, besides his guide, with whom
they retired into the farthest recess of the place, and entered into
animated and apparently angry, though low-toned, conversation. At
length their leader, for such he evidently was, swung away from them,
exclaiming, with a laugh, "Well, well, he's a good recruit, and if he
should peach on we--us can--"
He concluded the sentence with a significant grunt.
"Now, sur," he said, advancing with his comrade towards Oliver, who was
completing his toilet, "they'll be here in ten minutes, an' it is
expected that you will lend we a hand. Here's a weapon for you."
So saying, he handed a large pistol to Oliver, who received it with some
hesitation.
"I trust that your cause is a good one," he said. "You cannot expect me
to fight for you, even though I am indebted to you for my life, without
knowing against whom I fight, and why."
At this a tall thick-set man suddenly cocked his pistol, and uttering a
fierce oath swore that if the stranger would not fight, he'd shoot him
through the head.
"Silence, Joe Tonkin!" cried Jim Cuttance, in a tone that at once
subdued the man.
Oliver, whose eyes had flashed like those of a tiger, drew himself up,
and said--"Look at me, lads; I have no desire to boast of what I can or
will do, but I assure you it would be as easy to turn back the rising
tide as to force me to fight against my will--except, indeed, with
yourselves. As I have said, I owe my life to your leader, and
apparently have been the innocent means of drawing his enemies upon him.
Gratitude tells me to help him if I can, and help him will if the cause
be not a bad one."
"Well spoken, sur," said the leader, with an approving nod; "see to the
weapons, Maggot, and I'll explain it all to the gentleman."
So saying, he too Oliver aside, told him hurriedly that the men who ere
expected to attack them were fishermen belonging to a neighbouring cove,
whose mackerel nets had been accidentally cut by his boat some weeks
ago, and who were bent on revenge, not believing that the thing had been
done by accident.
"But surely you don't mean to use fire-arms against them in such a
quarrel?" said Oliver.
A sort of humorous smil
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