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ck from him； and leaping into the stream； turned about and fired down towards the prison。 The attack was more sudden then he had expected； but he did not lose his presence of mind。 The shot would serve a double purpose。 It would warn the men in the barrack； and perhaps check the rush by stopping up the doorway with a corpse。 Beaten back； struggling； and indignant； amid the storm of hideous faces； his humanity vanished； and he aimed deliberately at the head of Mr。 James Vetch； the shot； however； missed its mark； and killed the unhappy Miles。
Gabbett and his companions had by this time reached the foot of the companion ladder； there to encounter the cutlasses of the doubled guard gleaming redly in the glow of the lanterns。 A glance up the hatchway showed the giant that the arms he had planned to seize were defended by ten firelocks； and that； behind the open doors of the partition which ran abaft the mizenmast； the remainder of the detachment stood to their arms。 Even his dull intellect comprehended that the desperate project had failed； and that he had been betrayed。 With the roar of despair which had penetrated into the prison； he turned to fight his way back； just in time to see the crowd in the gangway recoil from the flash of the musket fired by Vickers。 The next instant； Pine and two soldiers； taking advantage of the momentary cessation of the press； shot the bolts； and secured the prison。
The mutineers were caught in a trap。
The narrow space between the barracks and the barricade was choked with struggling figures。 Some twenty convicts； and half as many soldiers； struck and stabbed at each other in the crowd。 There was barely elbow…room； and attacked and attackers fought almost without knowing whom they struck。 Gabbett tore a cutlass from a soldier； shook his huge head； and calling on the Moocher to follow； bounded up the ladder； desperately determined to brave the fire of the watch。 The Moocher； close at the giant's heels； flung himself upon the nearest soldier； and grasping his wrist； struggled for the cutlass。 A brawny； bull…necked fellow next him dashed his clenched fist in the soldier's face； and the man maddened by the blow； let go the cutlass； and drawing his pistol； shot his new assailant through the head。 It was this second shot that had aroused Maurice Frere。
As the young lieutenant sprang out upon the deck； he saw by the position of the guard that others had been more mindful of the safety of the ship than he。 There was； however； no time for explanation； for； as he reached the hatchway； he was met by the ascending giant； who uttered a hideous oath at the sight of this unexpected adversary； and； too close to strike him； locked him in his arms。 The two men were drawn together。 The guard on the quarter…deck dared not fire at the two bodies that； twined about each other； rolled across the deck； and for a moment Mr。 Frere's cherished existence hung upon the slenderest thread imaginable。
The Moocher； spattered with the blood and brains of his unfortunate comrade； had already set his foot upon the lowest step of the ladder； when the cutlass was dashed from his hand by a blow from a clubbed firelock； and he was dragged roughly backwards。 As he fell upon the deck； he saw the Crow spring out of the mass of prisoners who had been； an instant before； struggling with the guard； and； gaining the cleared space at the bottom of the ladder； hold up his hands； as though to shield himself from a blow。 The confusion had now become suddenly stilled； and upon the group before the barricade had fallen that mysterious silence which had perplexed the inmates of the prison。
They were not perplexed for long。 The two soldiers who； with the assistance of Pine； had forced…to the door of the prison； rapidly unbolted that trap…door in the barricade； of which mention has been made in a previous chapter； and； at a signal from Vickers； three men ran the loaded howitzer from its sinister shelter near the break of the barrack berths； and； training the deadly muzzle to a level with the opening in the barricade； stood ready to fire。
〃Surrender！〃 cried Vickers； in a voice from which all 〃humanity〃 had vanished。 〃Surrender； and give up your ringleaders； or I'll blow you to pieces！〃
There was no tremor in his voice； and though he stood； with Pine by his side； at the very mouth of the levelled cannon； the mutineers perceived； with that acuteness which imminent danger brings to the most stolid of brains； that； did they hesitate an instant； he would keep his word。 There was an awful moment of silence； broken only by a skurrying noise in the prison； as though a family of rats； disturbed at a flour cask； were scampering to the ship's side for shelter。 This skurrying noise was made by the convicts rushing to their berths to escape the threatened shower of grape； to the twenty desperadoes cowering before the muzzle of the howitzer it spoke more eloquently than words。 The charm was broken； their comrades would refuse to join them。 The position of affairs at this crisis was a strange one。 From the opened trap…door came a sort of subdued murmur； like that which sounds within the folds of a sea…shell； but； in the oblong block of darkness which it framed； nothing was visible。 The trap…door might have been a window looking into a tunnel。 On each side of this horrible window； almost pushed before it by the pressure of one upon the other； stood Pine； Vickers； and the guard。 In front of the little group lay the corpse of the miserable boy whom Sarah Purfoy had led to ruin； and forced close upon； yet shrinking back from the trampled and bloody mass； crouched in mingled terror and rage； the twenty mutineers。 Behind the mutineers； withdrawn from the patch of light thrown by the open hatchway； the mouth of the howitzer threatened destruction； and behind the howitzer； backed up by an array of brown musket barrels； suddenly glowed the tiny fire of the burning match in the hand of Vickers's trusty servant。
The entrapped men looked up the hatchway； but the guard had already closed in upon it； and some of the ship's crewwith that carelessness of danger characteristic of sailorswere peering down upon them。 Escape was hopeless。
〃One minute！〃 cried Vickers； confident that one second would be enough〃one minute to go quietly； or〃
〃Surrender； mates； for God's sake！〃 shrieked some unknown wretch from out of the darkness of the prison。 〃Do you want to be the death of us？〃
Jemmy Vetch； feeling； by that curious sympathy which nervous natures possess； that his comrades wished him to act as spokesman； raised his shrill tones。 〃We surrender；〃 he said。 〃It's no use getting our brains blown out。〃 And raising his hands； he obeyed the motion of Vickers's fingers； and led the way towards the barrack。
〃Bring the irons forward； there！〃 shouted Vickers； hastening from his perilous position； and before the last man had filed past the still smoking match； the cling of hammers announced that the Crow had resumed those fetters which had been knocked off his dainty limbs a month previously in the Bay of Biscay。
In another moment the trap…door was closed； the howitzer rumbled back to its cleatings； and the prison breathed again。
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In the meantime； a scene almost as exciting had taken place on the upper deck。 Gabbett； with the blind fury which the consciousness of failure brings to such brute…like natures； had seized Frere by the throat； determined to put an end to at least one of his enemies。 But desperate though he was； and with all the advantage of weight and strength upon his side； he found the young lieutenant a more formidable adversary than he had anticipated。
Maurice Frere was no coward。 Brutal and selfish though he might be； his bitterest enemies had never accused him of lack of physical courage。 Indeed； he had beenin the rollicking days of old that were gonecelebrated for the display of very opposite qualities。 He was an amateur at manly sports。 He rejoiced in his muscular strength； and； in many a tavern brawl and midnight riot of his own provoking； had proved the fallacy of the proverb which teaches that a bully is always a coward。 He had the tenacity of a bulldogonce let him get his teeth in his adversary； and he would hold on till he died。 In fact he was； as far as personal vigour went； a Gabbett with the education of a prize…fighter； and； in a personal encounter between two men of equal courage； science tells more than strength。 In the struggle； however； that was now taking place； science seemed to be of little value。 To the inexperienced eye； it would appear that the frenzied giant； gripping the throat of the man who had fallen beneath him； must rise from the struggle an easy victor。 Brute force was all that was neededthere was neither room nor time for the display of any cunning of fence。
But knowledge； though it cannot give strength； gives coolness。 Taken by surprise as he was； Maurice Frere did not lose his presence of mind。 The convict was so close upon him that there was no time to strike； but； as he was forced backwards； he succeeded in crooking his knee round the thigh of his assailant； and thrust one hand into his collar。 Over and over the
