"Oh!" he murmured, and felt of the body in the dark, "Who is this?
Can it be Jerry?" he asked himself.
Then came a recollection of the cowardly attack. But what had followed
was a blank, and he could not imagine where he was.
Dick remembered that he had a match safe in his pocket, and soon he
made a light. By this he caught sight of a lantern in the brig and
lit it. Then he bent over old Jerry, and saw that the sailor was
still alive, but suffering from his treatment.
"He must have been attacked, too," murmured Dick. The bucket of water
was at hand, And he took a drink and bathed Captain Jerry's forehead.
It was fully half an hour before the old sailor felt at all like
himself. Both sat down to review the situation.
"The cowards!" said Dick. "What do you suppose they attacked us for?"
"Can't say as to that," replied old Jerry. "Perhaps Lesher wanted to
show us he was master."
"He'll settle with me if I ever get out of this hole, Jerry. What
place is this?"
"The lock-up of the _Golden Wave_. I think it used to be an oil room."
They gazed around them, and soon discovered the can of ship's biscuits
and also the beans.
"They evidently meant to keep us prisoners for some time," said Dick.
"Hark, what is that?"
Both listened, and made out the sounds of distant thunder and heard
the patter of rain on the deck.
"A storm is brewing," said old Jerry. "It sounds as if it was putty
heavy, too.
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