. Yankee Schiffe und Yankee Matrosen : Geschichten von 1812 . als Bill versucht schwach, sich über den Rand der Spitze zu schleppen. Blut floss aus einer Wunde in seiner Stirn, und seine linke Armlehne war nutzlos; auch sein Bein war verletzt. Aber er war lebendig und schwach bewußt. Auf einem plötzlichen lauern des Schiffes, schlug er fast nach vorne auf das Deck. Dann, als McGovern ihn beobachtete, tauchte er auf, um die Hoffnung aufzugeben, und er verdrehte seine Hand in die Höhe eines Seils und lag dort, ohne sich zu bewegen.aber kein Mensch konnte dort lange leben! Splitter flogen von den Masten; Blöcke waren, schaukelnd frei und schneidig hin und her; neuer Hol
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. Yankee ships and Yankee sailors : tales of 1812 . as Bill trying weakly to haulhimself over the edge of the top. Blood was run-ning from a wound in his forehead, and his left armhung useless; his leg was hurt also. But he wasstill alive and dimly conscious. At a sudden lurchof the vessel, he almost pitched forward down to thedeck. Then as McGovern watched him, he ap-peared to give up hope, and, twisting his hand intothe bight of a rope, he lay there without moving.But no man could live there long! Splinters wereflying from the masts; blocks were, swinging freeand dashing to and fro ; new holes were being tornevery second in the roaring, flapping sails. It mayhave been that no one else had time to think aboutit; but McGovern did not hesitate. He threwdown the sponge and jumped into the slackenedshrouds. Come out of that, you fool! somebody shoutedat him from below ; but he did not pause. A roundshot whizzed by his elbow. A musket-ball carriedaway a ratline above his head, just as he reachedforward. He felt as if a hot flame had licked. C f Carefully he lowered away. The Coward 79 across his shoulder, and in an instant more his whiteshirt was white no longer, and was clinging to hisback. But it was nothing but a graze, and, un-daunted, he kept on ascending. He hauled himselfinto the top. There lay a dead marine, shot throughthe temple. Now he bent over the prostrate sailor.Yes, he was alive ! Roberts was breathing faintly.Despite the interest and excitement of the actionmen were watching him from below. But he mustwork fast if he was to save a life — a bullet at anytime might complete the work already begun. Hetried to lift the heavy figure on to his shoulders, but found he could not. But good fortune ! Oneof the halliards had been shot away aloft, and hungdangling across the yard. McGovern saw the op-portunity. Passing the bitter end of it aroundRoberts body, close underneath the arms, he madeit fast. Then passing the rest of it through theshrouds he gave first a
