There must be terrible work, I fear me, going on, Ap Reece, observed Master Walker to the Welsh surgeon, who had come round to feel the patients wrist; weve had no one brought down for the last five minutes.
The surgeon made no answer, but signed to the minister to pour some cordial down the young seamans throat. More more! or hell slip through our fingers, he whispered. The minister obeyed. The lad opened his eyes, and turning
them towards him with an expression of gratitude, gasped out
Tell mother Ive not forgotten the
A convulsive shudder passed over his frame, the blood started from beyond the tourniquet, and before the assistants could replace it the youth was a corpse.
Peace be with him, said the minister solemnly, as the body was quickly removed to give place to another yet breathing victim of battle. Such is one of the many dark sides to the pictures of warfare. If this alone were to be seen, few would be eager for the combat.
No more coming, once more observed the minister. Either we must be hard pressed indeed, or have put the Portugals to flight.
I fear me much the former, said Ap Reece. Id lief take a sword and go help our brave fellows. If the foe gain the day, theyll not leave one of us alive to tell the tale. What say you, Master Walker? will you come?
Nay, Ap Reece, abide where you are. Every man at his proper work you tending the hurt, I speaking the truth to the salvation of their souls. Thus should we be found even were the end of the world approaching.
The high-spirited Welshman returned to his post, and though he had no more legs and arms to cut off, there was ample work for his skill. The dreadful uproar continued. It was evident that some of the enemys ships had got alongside, and that the Lions crew were engaged in repelling the Portugals who were attempting to board. Who was gaining the day it was impossible to say. It was a time truly of anxious suspense. Ap Reece could at length endure it no longer.
If you go not on deck to learn how it fares with our men, Master Walker, I must go myself, he exclaimed; and, seeing that the minister did not move, he seized a sword which had been brought below by a wounded man, and sprang up the ladder. The chaplain looked hesitatingly in the same direction.
No, no; my duty is with the suffering and dying, though Id lief strike a blow as in days of yore for our reformed faith and merry England, said he to himself, and again turned to attend to a sorely wounded man by whose side he had been sitting.
Ap Reece soon gained the deck; he had been in many a fight, but never in a more desperate one. The Lion was closely surrounded by a forest of masts, with shattered spars, and burning sails, and severed ropes and blocks swinging to and fro, and splinters rattling from aloft, while round shots and bullets were flying thickly about, and from every side the loud clashing of steel showed that the combatants were striving hand to hand. The Portugals were attempting to board on every side of the Lion, but no sooner did they reach her deck than they were driven back with loss, and often followed on board their own ships. A new combatant had just come up on the Lions quarter, and was pouring his crew on board. Waymouth caught sight of what was occurring, and with a handful of men sprang to repel the boarders. Hard pressed by the leader of the Portugals, he was well-nigh being driven back at the moment Ap Reece reached the deck. The surgeon saw at a glance where his services would be of most use, and shouting at the top of his voice a Welsh war-cry, he rushed to the lieutenants assistance. Down before his sturdy blade went foe after foe till he reached Waymouths side.
A rescue! a rescue! he shouted, and cleaving to the chin the head of one of the lieutenants many assailants, the rest sprang hastily back, some into their own vessel, and some, missing their footing, overboard. On, on! shouted Waymouth. On, on, and the enemys ours! cried Ap Reece; and following the retreating boarders they drove them across the deck of their ship, cutting down many, till the remainder cried out for quarter, when their flag was hauled down and the capture was complete.
We have more prizes to make before the day is over, lads, cried Waymouth, and at that instant another large Portugal ship driving against the prize, he, with the brave Ap Reece and a number of followers, threw himself on her deck. So fierce was this onslaught that the enemy did not stand a moment, but tumbling below one over the other, or in their fright jumping overboard, or casting down their weapons, they allowed speedy possession to be taken of their ship. Waymouth and his companions then lashed the two prizes together, and not without difficulty regained the Lion, on the other side of which more of the enemy were congregated. Of one Captain Wood had taken possession. Waymouth and Ap Reece now sprang on board another about midships, when, dividing their forces, one swept forward and the other aft, driving their loudly vociferating foes before them till the Portugals flag was hauled down.