I picked up a five-pound note, two sovereigns, and some silver change.
"Seven pounds, nine and a halfpenny," I said. "Yes, that"s about what it was."
"That"s all right. I took care of it for you. Here"s your watch and chain. I ventured to open the pocket-book to find out your ident.i.ty.
Now, if you"ll take my advice you"ll get up and join us at breakfast."
I took it, and soon the captain and I and the broad red man, who was the chief mate, and rejoiced in the name of Chadwick, were seated at table, and I don"t know that grilled chops and mashed potato--for the fresh meat supply had not yet run out--ever tasted better. The while we discussed the situation.
"The nearest point I could land you at would be the Canaries," the captain was saying, "and I daren"t do that. My owners are deadly particular, and it might be as much as my bunk was worth--and I"ve got a family to support."
"Well, I haven"t," I answered, "so I wouldn"t allow you to take any risk of the kind on my account, captain, even if you were willing to. But-- what about pa.s.sing steamers?"
The two sailors looked at each other.
"The fact is," went on the captain, "it"s blowing not only fresh, but strong. The gla.s.s is dropping in a way that points to the next few days finding us with our hands all full. After that we shan"t sight anything much this side of the Cape, and it"ll hardly be worth your while to tranship then. I"m afraid you"ll have to make up your mind to do the whole pa.s.sage with us."
I recognised the force of this, and that it was a case of resigning myself to the inevitable. And the thought ran through my mind how strange are the workings of events. But for my brother"s invite I should have been safe and snug and humdrum in my City office. But for the cancelling of that invite I should never have found my way to Whiddlecombe Regis, or even have heard of such a place; and now here I was, after a perilous experience, launched upon the high seas, bound for a distant colony, and that without any will of my own in the matter.
Well, when I got there, I could always arrange a return pa.s.sage. I had some means of my own--not enough to keep me without working, unless I chose to live upon what would amount to the wages of an artisan.
Therefore there was nothing to cause me serious anxiety, unless it were that my berth would probably be filled up. But, as I have hinted, the tenure of it was somewhat precarious, so some consolation lay that way, and I could doubtless find another. So I reasoned, forgetting that after all we are blind and helpless instruments in the hands of Fate, a lesson which my experience so far might well have reminded me--certainly in total unconsciousness of what stirring experiences, perilous and otherwise, lay between now and when I should once more behold the English coastline.
"You seem a good sailor, at any rate, Mr Holt," said the captain, breaking in upon my meditations.
"Why, I never thought of feeling seasick," I answered. "It didn"t occur to me."
"No? Well, you"re all right then. If we"ve done, I would suggest a turn on deck. If we get a bad blow, you may not be able to get there for a while, so better make the most of it now."
CHAPTER THREE.
SOUTHWARD.
A stirring and lively scene met my gaze as I emerged from the companion-way. A great waste of roaring tumbling seas, their dull green mountainous ma.s.ses breaking off into foamy crests as they swooped down upon us, only to swing under the keel and roar on afresh in a moving mountain beyond. The sky, a great flying scud which glimpses of sickly sunshine strove here and there to pierce. White gulls hovered and darted, squealing; and, thrown out in a cloud of proud magnificence against the inky sky to the westward, a homeward-bound ship, under a full spread of canvas, was thundering over the boil of billows, dashing the white spray before her in cataracts.
From the p.o.o.p-deck I could see for the first time what manner of craft I was in. The _Kittiwake_ was an iron steamer of just under two thousand tons, brig rigged; and the water was pouring from her forecastle as she dipped her nose into the meeting of the green seas. Some of the hands were running up the foresail to the accompaniment of a shrill nautical chant, and the broad red man, clad in oilskins, had just gone up to relieve the second mate on the bridge. To a landsman"s eye, the aspect of the weather quarter looked black and threatening to the last degree, and it hardly needed the captain"s warning that a dusty time, which would keep all hands busy, was in front of us.
"You were saying you had no incubus in the matter of family dependent on you, Mr Holt," the captain remarked as we paced the short p.o.o.p-deck, which was literally, as he put it, fisherman"s walk--three steps and overboard. "But I hope you"ve left no one behind who"ll be anxious about you."
"Not a soul," I answered. "I have no friends, only relations, and their only anxiety--at least, on the part of one of two of the nearest--will be as to how soon they can file claims to what little I possess."
The other laughed drily at this, and there was a twinkle of sympathetic fun in his eyes.
"After them, the most anxious person will be the man who let me the boat," I said. "But I can compensate him, with interest, later on."
I thought of Bindley, and how my disappearance might possibly spoil his holiday; but then, I didn"t suppose it would. He was one of those men who ought to go about by themselves; in fact, I wondered why he had moved me to join him in this jaunt, seeing that his idea of companionable travelling was to go to sleep most of the time or to read the papers all through dinner. No, he wouldn"t mind. On the contrary, it would give him matter to oraculise upon.
The next three days were something to remember, and we spent most of them and the corresponding nights either hove to or going dead slow. I had been through rough weather before, but never such an experience as that, and, to tell the truth, never do I want to again. Black darkness, only qualified by a dim oil lamp--for the captain had insisted on my remaining below--thunderous roaring, crashing and poundings as though the ship were being ground in pieces between two mighty icebergs. And then the inert uncertainty of it! Every upheave seemed to be followed by a downward settling plunge, as though the ship were already on her way to the bottom. The steward and I stole furtive looks at each other from white faces as we moved about, nearly knee-deep in water, and I think the same thought was in both our minds, that each sickening plunge was going to be the last. Seriously, that momentary expectation of death, condemned the while to utter inaction and surrounded by every circ.u.mstance of appalling tumult and darkness and horror, is about as unnerving a thing as can find place in any man"s experience, and it was long before the recollection of it pa.s.sed from my mind.
a.s.suredly, too, I shall never forget the scene that greeted my first appearance on deck, after the subsidence of the storm.
The steamer, which before, though lacking the spick-and-span smartness of a crack liner, was, for a cargo boat, wonderfully clean and ship-shape, now had all the appearance of a wreck. Everything movable on her decks had been swept away. Three out of her four boats were gone, and the green seas came pouring over the main deck, to run off through a great breach in her bulwarks. Crates of poultry and a live sheep alike had disappeared, and she wore the aspect of a woe-begone hulk. However, we had weathered the gale, and the engines had stood out n.o.bly.
The captain and chief mate, too, looked hardly the same men. The former was pale and sallow, and the latter, though still broad, could no longer be described as red. The long spell of sleeplessness and terrible anxiety had told upon them, and the eyes of both were dull and opaque.
I did not address them, as they were busily engaged in "shooting the sun," it being the first time that luminary had been available for the purpose since the beginning of the gale.
"Running down the Portuguese coast, and a sight nearer in than we ought to be," said the captain, joining me. "Well, Mr Holt, you"ve had a new experience, and I"m not sure I haven"t myself, for I can hardly call to mind a worse blow, especially with such a cargo, and loaded down as we are. The boat won"t rise properly, you see--hasn"t a fair chance.
Well, we shan"t get any more of it, unless we come in for a dusting off the Cape coast."
We ran into lovely weather--day after day of cloudless skies and gla.s.sy seas; but the heat on the line was something to remember, and we had none of the luxuries of a first-cla.s.s pa.s.senger ship--no long drinks or iced lager, or cool salads and oranges. Salt provisions and ship biscuit and black tea, with a tot of grog before turning in, const.i.tuted our luxurious fare, and the heat had brought out innumerable c.o.c.kroaches, which did their level best to contribute towards its seasoning. But there were compensations. For instance, I had made up my mind to leave all care and anxiety behind, to throw it off utterly, and trust to luck; and having done this, in spite of drawbacks, I began to enjoy the situation amazingly.
I had long since come to the conclusion that the captain was one of the nicest fellows I had ever met. He was utterly unlike any preconceived and conventional idea of the merchant skipper. He never swore or hustled his crew, or laid down the law, or did any of those things which story has immemorially a.s.sociated with his cloth. And he was refined and cultured, and could talk well on matters outside his professional experience. He was rather a religious man, too, though he never put it forward, but I frequently saw him reading books of Catholic authorship or compilation, so guessed at his creed. As an Irishman, too, he was quite outside the preconceived type in that he was neither quick-tempered nor impulsive, and in his speech it was difficult to detect anything but the faintest trace of brogue. Chadwick, the first mate, who soon recovered all his original redness, was a rough diamond, whose table manners perhaps might not have been appreciated in the saloon of a first-cla.s.s liner, yet he was an excellent fellow, and the same held good of the chief engineer. But the second mate, King, I own to disliking intensely. He was a dark-bearded, sallow-faced young man, with a c.o.c.kney drawl and an infallible manner. He was certainly the most argumentative fellow I have ever met. There was no subject under heaven on which he would not undertake to set us all right. The captain bore with him in good-humouredly contemptuous silence. Chadwick used to sledgehammer him with a growl and a flat contradiction, but it was like sledge-hammering a flea on an eider-down cushion. He hopped up livelier than ever, with a challenge to his superior to prove his contradiction.
One day he had been trying my patience to the very utmost, when duty called him elsewhere. I turned to the chief engineer, who had formed one of the group, with something like relief.
"Upon my word, McBean, that messmate of yours is appropriately named."
"Who? King?"
"Yes."
"And why?"
"Because he "can do no wrong.""
"Ay," said the Scot. "And do ye thenk the king can do no wrang?"
I looked at McBean. But the rejoinder was perfectly and innocently serious.
I do not propose to dwell further on the voyage, for it was uneventful, and therefore like a score of other such voyages. But to myself it was very enjoyable, in spite of pa.s.sing drawbacks, and more so than ever when one night Chadwick pointed out the Agulhas light--very far away, for we had given that perilous coast particularly wide sea room--and I knew that a few days would see us at our destination.
For the said few days we could see the loom of the coast line on our port beam, high, in parts mountainous, but indistinct, for the skipper knew enough of that coast to appreciate the value of sea room. Finally we drew in nearer, and I could make out green stretches sloping upward from the sh.o.r.e and intersected here and there by strips of dark jungle.
A dull unceasing roar was borne outward, denoting that the lines of white water lashing this mysterious-looking coast represented heavy surf. Then in the distance there hove in sight a squat lighthouse and the roofs of a few houses.
"There"s your land of promise, Holt," said the captain, joining me. "We shall be at anchor by three o"clock. Meanwhile you"d better go down to dinner."
Strange to say, I felt disinclined to do anything of the kind. The voyage was over, and I had a distinct and forlorn feeling that I was about to be literally turned adrift, and I believe at that moment I would have decided to return by the _Kittiwake_ even as I had come; but such a course was impossible, for after she had discharged she was to leave for Bombay, in ballast. So I leaned over the side, gazing somewhat resentfully at this fair land, with its infinite range of possibilities, of which at that moment I was hardly thinking at all.
For over and above the impending farewells, I was wondering how on earth I was going to get along in a strange land where I knew not a soul, with seven pounds nine and a half penny as my present a.s.sets.
CHAPTER FOUR.
ON A STRANGE AND DISTANT Sh.o.r.e.
"Well, good-bye, Holt. Wish you every luck if I don"t see you again, but I expect I shall if you stop on a day or two at the hotel yonder.
I"ll be getting a run on sh.o.r.e--when I can."
Thus the captain, and then came Chadwick, and the chief engineer--all wishing me a most hearty good-bye. Even toward the obnoxious King I felt quite affectionately disposed. The crew too were singing out, "Good luck to you, sir."