Joel had brought his own harpooner from the _Martin Wilkes_. A big Island black. A decent man.... A chance. Besides him, there were three men who had served Asa Worthen long among the foremast hands. Uncertain quant.i.ties. Chances everywhere....
But--he must strike quickly. There was no time to sound them out. When his dinner was brought at noon, his broken bonds would be discovered.
They would be more careful thereafter. Three hours lay before him....
He set himself to listen with all his ears; to guess at what was going on above decks, and so choose his moment. He must wait as long as it was safe to wait; he must wait till men"s bloods ran less hot after the crisis of the morning. He must wait till sober second thought was upon them....
But there was always the chance to fear that Mark might come down. He could not wait too long....
He could hear feet moving on the deck above his head. The _Nathan Ross_ had run into rougher weather with her change of course; the wind was stiffening, and now and then a whisk of spray came aboard. He heard Jim Finch"s bellowing commands.... Heard Mark"s laughter. Mark and Jim were astern, fairly over his head.
There were men in the main cabin. The sc.r.a.pe of their feet, the murmur of their voices came to him. d.i.c.k Morrell and old Hooper, perhaps....
It was through these men that Joel"s moment came. Finch, on deck, shouted down to them.... Mark had decided to shorten sail, ease the strain on the old masts. Joel heard Morrell and Hooper go up to the deck....
That would mean most of the men aloft.... The decks would be fairly clear. His chance....
He wished he could know where Varde sat; but he could not be sure of that, and he could not wait to guess by listening. He caught up a blanket from his bunk, held it open in his hands, drew back--and threw himself against the cabin door.
It opened so easily that he overbalanced, all but fell. The screws had been set in punch holes so large that the threads scarce took hold at all. Joel stumbled out--saw Varde on the cushioned bench which ran across the stern. The mate was reading, a book from Joel"s narrow shelf. At sight of Joel, he was for an instant paralyzed with surprise....
That instant was long enough for Joel. He swept the blanket down upon the man, smothering his cries with fold on fold; and he grappled Varde, and crushed him, and beat at his head with his fists until the mate"s spasmodic struggles slackened. Priss had heard the sounds of combat, swept out of her cabin, bent above them. He looked up and saw her; and he said quietly:
"Get back into your place."
She cried pitifully: "I want to help. Please...."
He shook his head. "This is my task. Quick."
She fled....
He lifted Varde and carried him back to the cabin where he himself had been captive; and there, with the cords that had bound his own arms, he bound Varde, wrist and ankle; and he stripped away the blanket, and stuffed into Varde"s mouth a heavy, woolen sock, and tied it there with a handkerchief.... Varde"s eyes flickered open at the last; and Joel said to him:
"I must leave you here for the present. You will do well to lie quietly."
He left the man lying on the floor, and went out into the after cabin and salvaged the bolt and screws that had been sent flying by his thrust. He put the bolt back in place, pushed the screws into the holes, bolted the door.... No trace remained of his escape....
Priss stood in her own door. Without looking at her, he opened the door into the main cabin. That apartment was empty, as he had expected. The companion stair led to the deck....
But he could not go up that way. Mark and Jim Finch were within reach of the top of the stair; he would be at a disadvantage, coming up to them from below. He must reach the deck before they saw him.
He crossed the cabin to a lockfast, and opened it, and took out the two pairs of heavy ship"s irons that lay there. Spring handcuffs that locked without a key.... He put one pair in each pocket of his coat.
There was a seldom used door that opened from the main cabin into a pa.s.sage which led in turn to the steerage where the harpooners slept.
Joel stepped to this door, slipped the bolt, entered the pa.s.sage, and closed the door behind him.
It was black dark, where he stood. The pa.s.sage was unlighted; and the swinging lamp in the steerage did not send its rays this far. The _Nathan Ross_ was heeling and bucking heavily in the cross seas, and Joel chose his footing carefully, and moved forward along the pa.s.sage, his hands braced against the wall on either side. The way was short, scarce half a dozen feet; but he was long in covering the distance, and he paused frequently to listen. He had no wish to encounter the harpooners in their narrow quarters....
He heard, at last, the m.u.f.fled sound of a snore; and so covered the last inches of his way more quickly. When he was able to look into the place, he saw that two of the men were in their bunks, apparently asleep. The black whom he had brought from the _Nathan Ross_ was not there. Joel was glad to think he was on deck; glad to hope for the chance of his help....
With steps so slow he seemed like a shadow in the semi-darkness, he crossed to the foot of the ladder that led to the deck. The men in their bunks still slept. He began to climb.... The ship was rolling heavily, so that he was forced to grip the ladder tightly.... One of the sleepers stirred, and Joel froze where he stood, and watched, and waited for endless seconds till the man became quiet once more.
He climbed till his head was on a level with the deck still hidden by the sides of the scuttle at the top of the ladder. And there he poised himself; for the last steps to the deck must be made in a single rush, so quickly that interference would be impossible....
He made them; one ... three.... He stood upon the deck, looked aft....
Mark and Jim Finch stood there, not ten feet away from him. Finch"s back was turned, but Mark saw Joel instantly; and Joel, watching, saw Mark"s mouth widen in a broad and mischievously delighted smile.
XVI
At the moment when Joel reached the deck, the other men aboard the _Nathan Ross_ were widely scattered.
Varde, the second mate, he had left tied and helpless in the cabin. Two of the four harpooners were below in their bunks, asleep. The greater part of one watch was likewise below, in the fo"c"s"le; and the rest of the crew, under d.i.c.k Morrell"s eye, were shortening sail. In the after part of the ship there were only Mark Sh.o.r.e, Finch, a foremast hand at the wheel, old Aaron Burnham, and the cook. Of these, Mark, Jim, and the man at the wheel were in sight when Joel appeared; and only Mark had seen him.
Joel saw his brother smile, and stood for an instant, poised to meet an attack. None came. He swept his eyes forward and saw that he need fear no immediate interference from that direction; and so he went quietly toward the men astern. The broad back of Jim Finch was within six feet of him....
What moved Mark Sh.o.r.e in that moment, it is hard to say. It may have been the reckless spirit of the man, willing to wait and watch and see what Joel would do; or it may have been the distaste he must have felt for Jim Finch"s slavish adulation; or it may have been an unadmitted admiration for Joel"s courage....
At any rate, while Joel advanced, Mark stood still and smiled; and he gave Finch no warning, so that when Joel touched the mate"s elbow, Finch whirled with a startled gasp of surprise and consternation, and in his first panic, tried to back away. Still Mark made no move. The man at the wheel uttered one exclamation, looked quickly at Mark for commands, and took his cue from his leader. Finch was left alone and unsupported to face Joel.
Joel did not pursue the retreating mate. He stepped to the rail, where the whaleboats hung, and called to Finch quietly:
"Mr. Finch, step here."
Finch had retreated until his shoulders were braced against the wall of the after house. He leaned there, hands outspread against the wall behind him, staring at Joel with goggling eyes. And Joel said again:
"Come here, Mr. Finch."
Joel"s composure, and the determination and the confidence in his tone, frightened Finch. He clamored suddenly: "How did he get here, Captain Sh.o.r.e? Jump him. Tie him up--you--Aaron...."
He appealed to the man at the wheel, and to old Aaron, who had appeared in the doorway of the tiny compartment where his tools were stored.
Neither stirred. Mark Sh.o.r.e, chuckling, stared at Finch and at Joel; and Finch cried:
"Captain Sh.o.r.e. Come on. Let"s get him...."
Joel said for the third time: "Come here, Finch."
Finch held out a hand to Mark, appealingly. Mark shook his head. "This is your affair, Finch," he said. "Go get him, yourself. He"s waiting for you. And--you"re twice his size."
Give Finch his due. With even moral support behind him, he would have overwhelmed Joel in a single rush. Without that support, he would still have faced any reasonable attack. But there was something baffling about Joel"s movements, his tones, the manner of his command, that stupefied Finch. He felt that he was groping in the dark. The mutiny must have collapsed.... It may have been only a snare to trap him.... He was alone--against Joel, and with none to support him....
Finch"s courage was not of the solitary kind. He took one slow step toward Joel, and in that single step was surrender.
Joel stood still, but his eyes held the big man"s; and he said curtly: "Quickly, Finch."
Finch took another lagging step, another....