Even when
safely on deck, the two parties were still so infuriated that they
had to be separated and placed under guards apart from each other.
Three or four had been killed by the stabs of the deadly krises,
and their bodies could be seen floating astern. Several of those
rescued had wounds more or less severe.
"We should not have much chance with those fellows in the water,
Mr. Parkhurst," an old sailor said to Harry.
"No, indeed, Davis; they could swim round and round us, and our
cutlasses would be very little good against those ugly looking
krises. If we were to leave them to themselves, they would fight
to the death; and, after all, it was no one's fault in particular.
Mr. Balderson and I were watching them; one was crossing the ship's
bow just as the other came out from her side, and they were into
each other before either had time to hold their boat up."
"That chap the doctor is bandaging up was in a nice taking about his
child, sir; it was a lucky job that you and Mr. Balderson happened
to catch sight of her."
"Yes, poor little thing! It was only just a glimpse we got of her
face; but as we were looking for her, and ready to dive, it was
enough."
"Lucky we are inside the bar, Mr. Parkhurst, or the sharks would
have had half the fellows.
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