CHAPTER TWELVE.
REPAIRING DAMAGES.
For some moments I could not believe it true, and I stood on the thwart and gazed carefully round, scanning every fragment of the wreck in the expectation of seeing some trick to deceive us--men lying flat with only their faces above the surface of the water, and holding on by sweep or bamboo with one hand.

But in a very short time we were all certain that not a living being was near; of the dead there were several, as we found on rowing here and there.

One, as he was turned over, seemed to be perfectly uninjured, but the others displayed ghastly wounds in face, neck, and breast, showing how horribly fierce had been the encounter in which they had been engaged.
Satisfied at last that our task was at an end, the word was given, and the men began to row back to the _Teaser_, which still lay so transformed in appearance, as seen from a distance, that I was thinking that it was no wonder that the pirates had been deceived, when one of the men, forgetful of all the horrors through which we had passed, of his wounded comrade, and the dangerous prisoners under his feet, burst out into a merry fit of laughter.
"Say, lads," he cried, "we shall have a nice job to-morrow, to wash the old girl's face." The rest of the crew laughed in chorus, till the boatswain sternly bade them give way.
"I doubt it," he said in a low voice to me.

"I should say that the captain will do a little more to make her less ship-shape, ready for the next lot." "But you don't think there are any more pirates, do you ?" "More!" he said, looking at me in surprise.

"Why, my lad, the coast swarms with them.