On the crest of a roller he espied the rifleman"s head and shoulders and outstretched arms. In the interval that had elapsed between the accident and Malcolm"s dive the ship had travelled a good hundred yards. Midway between the would-be rescuer and the object of his attentions floated the life-buoy, its position clearly indicated by a cloud of calcium smoke. He could see no sign of the life-belt.
Using a powerful trudgeon stroke, Malcolm started and swam towards the spot where he had caught a momentary glimpse of the man. In less than two dozen strokes he found that his saturated sleeves hampered his arms. His boots, too, were acting as a drag, yet there was no time to tread water and kick them off.
On the crest of the third roller Malcolm again caught sight of the man. He had ceased to struggle and was floating without any apparent motion, his head and shoulders clear of the water.
Changing to breast stroke, Carr slid down the slope of the long roller. Then, as he rose on the succeeding crest, he found that he was within ten yards of the man.
"Hang it all!" thought Malcolm as he approached. "I might have saved myself a job. He"s better off than I am. The bounder"s wearing a life-saving waistcoat."
"Hallo, Sergeant!" gurgled the rifleman. "Did that rotten boat sling you out too? When are they going to pick us up? The water"s none too warm. I"m feeling nipped already."
"Oh, it"s you, Macready!" exclaimed Malcolm, recognizing a Canterbury farmer, a fellow of magnificent physique. "When are they going to pick us up, you ask? Can"t say. I rather fancy they"ll have to reverse engines and stop before they lower a boat. That will take some time."
He waited until he found himself on the crest of a long roller, and then looked in the direction of the _Awarua_. The transport was now nearly two miles away. Whether she had slowed down or was still steaming ahead he could not determine. As far as he could see there were no signs of a boat being lowered.
Macready was certainly right about the low temperature of the sea.
Already Carr felt the numbing effect of the water. His fingers as he fumbled with the laces of his boots were practically devoid of feeling.
"I have one of those air waistcoats," explained the man. "It"s only partly filled. Much as I could manage to do, that. I guess there"s a tidy drop of water got in while I was blowing. If we can get more wind into the thing it"ll support two; at least I hope so. The fellow at the stores said it would."
"Don"t trouble on my account," said Malcolm. "I"ll swim to the life-buoy and bring it back."
The patent life-saving device was still emitting dense clouds of calcium smoke. Provided the expected rescuing-boat made for that there was a good chance of Malcolm and the rifleman being picked up, unless in the meanwhile they were overcome by the acute coldness of the water.
"Any signs of a boat, Sergeant?" asked the man, as Malcolm, evidently exhausted by his exertions, pushed the life-buoy before him to within arm"s length of his companion in peril.
Malcolm was reluctantly obliged to admit that the probability of rescue from that direction was of a diminishing nature. The _Awarua_ was still holding on her course.
"Suppose they think that as we were a pair of fools to be slung overboard we aren"t worth picking up," continued Macready.
Malcolm did not reply. He did not attempt to enlighten the man as to the reason why there were two "in the ditch" instead of one. He was also at a loss to explain the apparent callousness of the responsible officer of Transport 99 in not promptly lowering a boat and effecting a speedy rescue.
The two men were too intent upon the disappearing _Awarua_ to notice the approach of the escorting cruiser. The latter was circling round the transport, and was on the point of turning at a distance of a mile astern, when the alert officer of the watch noticed the accident to the boat.
Bringing his telescope to bear upon the _Awarua_, he could see quite clearly the life-boat hanging by the bow tackle only. As he looked he was a distant witness of Sergeant Carr"s leap into the sea.
Instinctively he grasped the situation and took prompt measures. At his orders a signalman on the fore bridge set the arms of the semaph.o.r.e at "Attention". When the transport acknowledged the preparatory signal the semaph.o.r.e began to spell out its message:
"Carry on; we"ll pick up your man."
"Away sea-boat"s crew," was the next order, and quickly the falls were manned, and the boat, containing her full complement, lowered until the keel was within a few feet of the water. Meanwhile the cruiser"s engines had been reversed until her speed diminished five knots.
"Lower away!" was the next order.
With a resounding "smack" the boat "landed" on the crest of a wave.
Dexterously the patent releasing-gear was operated, and, carried onward with the momentum imparted by the still-moving cruiser, the sea-boat shot away from the side of her parent.
The order, "Give way, lads, for all you"re worth!" given by the midshipman in charge, was somewhat unnecessary. At the prospect of saving life every man was pulling his hardest. The sharp bows of the boat literally cleft the water.
"Way "nough. In bow," ordered the midshipman, a youth of sixteen or seventeen with the a.s.surance of a successful barrister.
As neatly as if he were bringing a picket-boat alongside the flagship under the super-critical eye of the admiral, the midshipman steered the boat close to the wellnigh exhausted men. Ready hands lifted Malcolm and Macready into the stern-sheets, and within seven minutes of the first order for the sea-boat to be manned, the two New Zealanders were standing upon the quarter-deck of H.M.S.
_Gosport_.
CHAPTER VII
Quits!
"Take these men to the sick-bay," ordered the officer of the watch; "they both look pretty well knocked up. Semaph.o.r.e the convoy and report that the men have been picked up. We"ll see what"s to be done with them later on."
After divisions the Commander reported the circ.u.mstances to the Captain. The latter, being a chartered humorist, signalled No. 99 to the effect that when boat-lowering practice was again resorted to it would be advisable to provide ring-bolts and securing lashings to prevent the soldiers falling overboard; meanwhile he would make sure of the two he _had_ picked up by keeping them on board the _Gosport_ until her arrival at Port Stanley with the transport under her charge.
Thus Sergeant Malcolm Carr found himself an honorary member of the C.P.O."s mess on board the _Gosport_, one of the earlier type of "town" cruisers detailed for convoying duties in the South Pacific.
Malcolm thoroughly enjoyed the novelty of being on board a war-ship.
What struck him most was the good order and discipline that prevailed; everything was "carried out at the double", yet there was a total absence of unnecessary noise. Compared with the somewhat boisterous conditions obtaining on board Transport 99, the _Gosport_ was a floating model of smartness and efficiency.
"Do you know anything about a kangaroo, Sergeant?" enquired a burly armourer"s mate.
It was Thursday--"make and mend" afternoon. The ship"s company was allowed a period of comparative relaxation. Being fine weather, most of the "I watch below" were on deck, sunning themselves upon the raised fo"c"sle.
"A kangaroo?" repeated Malcolm cautiously, half suspecting that the man was trying to "pull his leg".
"Yes," replied the other, a proper kangaroo. "You ought to know a lot about them, since they come from down your way."
"I"m afraid you are mistaken," said Carr. "I have seen kangaroos in New Zealand, but they were looked upon as animal curiosities. Why do you ask?"
"We"ve got a kangaroo for a ship"s mascot. Had it given us when we were coaling ship at Sydney. The brute is pining. He won"t tackle ship"s beef or condensed milk. His hay ration"s expended, but the cook"s keeping him going on biscuit mashed in "bubbly". Some of the men suggested cocoa as a change of diet. We thought perhaps, seeing that you were an Anzac, that you Could tell us what"s the correct grub for the brute."
"It"s want of exercise that"s put Panjie off "is feed, Bill,"
interposed a leading signalman. "That"s what"s done it."
"Maybe you"re right," was the armourer"s mate"s grudging concession.
"And if," continued the "bunting-t.o.s.s.e.r", carried away by his brilliant brain-wave, "Panjie was to fall in with the physical-exercise party, an" skip round the ship "arf a dozen times afore breakfast, I"ll allow he"d scoff his "ard tack without a murmur."
In the course of the afternoon a request was forwarded to the Commander that the kangaroo should be allowed on deck for exercise.
The paper, marked "Approved, provided due precautions are taken", was returned to the members of the "Mascot Committee".
Without further delay preparations were made for the kangaroo"s course of physical exercise. A s.p.a.ce between two of the casemate guns of the starboard side was barricaded off, the officers"
practice nets having been loaned for the event.
Practically all the ship"s company crowded round to witness the show. Every coign of vantage was packed with interested lower-deck humanity, while from both the fore and after bridges the officers forgathered to watch the performance.