Louis, the cook, led
the rush aft to us across the top of the house and along the bridge.
Behind him, in single file and not wasting any time, came the
Japanese sail-makers, Henry the training-ship boy, and the other boy
Buckwheat. Tom Spink brought up the rear. As he came up the ladder
of the 'midship-house somebody from beneath must have caught him by a
leg in an effort to drag him back. We saw half of him in sight and
knew that he was struggling and kicking. He fetched clear abruptly,
gained the top of the house in a surge, and raced aft along the
bridge until he overtook and collided with Buckwheat, who yelled out
in fear that a mutineer had caught him.
CHAPTER XLIII
We who are aft, besieged in the high place, are stronger in numbers
than I dreamed until now, when I have just finished taking the ship's
census. Of course Margaret, Mr. Pike, and myself are apart. We
alone represent the ruling class. With us are servants and serfs,
faithful to their salt, who look to us for guidance and life.
I use my words advisedly.
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