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ick, and the excitement and horror of the whole scene made his imagination play strange pranks. At one moment he could see right back into the fore part of the hold where it was crowded with writhing, struggling beings; the next the mist closed over it apparently, and he could only make out gleaming eyes and shadows sweeping toward him and fading away, to appear at the side or hovering over his head. "Yes; it's all from a disordered imagination," he said to himself; and he had hardly come to this conclusion, when he knew that he was gazing at the real, for dimly-seen, there before him was a crowd of figures surrounding the two black sailors. A harsh sound arose--a mingling of muttered cries and savage growlings as of wild beasts; there was the noise of the buckets being knocked over, of a fierce struggle and heavy blows, and a hot, sickening wave of mephitic air was driven outward. Thoroughly alarmed now, Mark shouted for help, and was then thrust aside as one of the blacks whom he had brought down made for the hatchway, and in the brief glance he obtained in the light which shone down from above, he saw that the man was covered with blood. For a moment or two, weak still from his late illness, Mark felt completely prostrate and unable to act; but he recovered himself as quickly, and started forward to grasp the black's arm. "Hurt?" he cried. The man dropped back from the ladder to gaze at him, and then uttered a few words excitedly as he pointed back into the forward part of the dark hold. "Here, stand aside!" cried the lieutenant, as he stepped down into the noisome hold, followed by Tom Fillot and a couple of the crew, each man with sword or cutlass in hand. "Now, Mr Vandean, quick; an attack?" "Yes, sir; the slaves attacked our two men. One of them's badly wounded." At that moment a dead silence fell, and the big black's white shirt and trousers were visible, and he, too, now stepped forward into the light, while before he could speak a low groan came out from the darkness. "I thought he was killed," cried Mark, and the man began to speak volubly and gesticulate, pointing back. "Bah!" exclaimed Mr Russell. "We ought not to be here without an interpreter. He is not hurt; it is the other black. Stand fast, my lads, in case the poor wretches attack. Now, then, where are you hurt?" This was to the second black sailor, whose white duck shirt was horrible with stains of blood, as he began to
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