[Mother Carey’s Chicken by George Manville Fenn]@TWC D-Link bookMother Carey’s Chicken CHAPTER FIVE 8/16
Let's have out this case next." "No, no," cried the second-mate; "I see." "See what ?" said Mr Gregory gruffly. "Ease off that bale a little, and we can draw him out." "Draw him out! How? Well, of all! Of course!" A lanthorn was being held to the side beneath Mark, and, staring over, he, too, grasped the position, which was plain enough now to all. The case which the mate proposed to remove was one of the great deal chests with the top angle cut right off and used to pack pianos, and in the triangular space nearly six feet long between the case and the chests around the unfortunate man had crept, taking it for granted that he would be able to creep out again forward or backward after the ship had sailed. The easing away of one package was enough now, and as the light was held, the legs of the prisoner were seen, and he was carefully drawn out.
A rope was placed round his chest, and he was hauled out of the great chasm and hoisted carefully on deck, followed by the whole crew of workers, who formed a circle about him, as the first-mate went down on one knee and trickled a little brandy between his teeth. "Shall I send one of the lads for a doctor ?" said Mr Morgan. "Wait a minute," was the first-mate's answer.
"He was not suffocating, as you can see.
It was sheer fright, I think.
He'll come round in a few minutes out here in the fresh air." The second-mate held down the light, and as Mark, for whom room had been made, gazed down in the ghastly face of the shabby-looking man, Bruff pushed his head forward and sniffed at him. "Yes, that's him, old fellow," said the mate patting his head.
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