"Down with that hook of yours! You"ll rake this whole yacht fleet with your old dumpcart!"
"You have driv" me to it! Now you can take your chances!"
The next moment Mayo heard the ripping of tackle and a crash.
"There go two tenders and our boat-boom! Confound it, man, drop your hook!"
But from that moment Captain Candage, as far as his mouth was concerned, preserved ominous silence. The splintery speech of havoc was more eloquent.
Mayo could not see, but he understood in detail what damage was wrought upon the delicate fabric of yachts by that unwieldy old tub of a schooner. Here, another boat-boom carried away, as she sluggishly thrust her bulk out through the fleet; there an enameled hull raked by her rusty chain-plate bolts. Now a tender smashed on the outjutting davits, next a wreck of spidery head-rigging, a jib-boom splintered and a foretopmast dragged down. If Captain Mayo had been in any doubt as to the details of the disasters he would have received full information from the illuminating profanity of the victims.
He knew well enough that Captain Candage was not performing with wilful intent to do all that damage. In what little wind there was the schooner was not under control. She was drifting until she got enough headway to be steered. In the mean time she was doing what came in her way to do.
The _Polly_ had been anch.o.r.ed near the _Olenia_. As soon as her anchor left bottom the schooner drifted up the harbor. Mayo knew, in a few minutes, that Candage was bringing her about. An especial outbreak of smashing signaled that manouver.
Mayo sniffed at the breeze, judged distance and direction, and then he rushed forward and pounded his fist on the forecastle hatch.
"Rout out all hands!" he shouted. "Rouse up b.u.mpers and tarpaulin!"
With the wind as it was, he realized that the schooner would point up in the _Olenia_"s direction when Candage headed out to sea.
At last Mayo caught a glimpse of her through the fog. His calculation had been correct. Headed his way she was. She was moving so slowly that she was practically unmanageable; her apple-bows hardly stirred a ripple, but with breeze helping the tide-set she was coming irresistibly, paying off gradually and promising to sideswipe the big yacht.
Mayo had a mariner"s pride in his craft, and a master"s devotion to duty. He did not content himself with merely ordering about the men who came tumbling on deck.
He grabbed a huge b.u.mper away from one of the sailors who seemed uncertain just what to do; he ran forward and thrust it over the rail, leaning far out to see that it was placed properly to take the impact.
He was giving more attention to the safety of the _Olenia_ than he was to what the on-coming _Polly_ might do to him.
Under all bowsprits on schooners, to guy the headstays, thrusts downward a short spar, at right angles to the bowsprit; it is called the martingale or dolphin-striker. The amateur riggers who had tinkered with the Polly"s gear in makeshift fashion had not troubled to smooth off spikes with which they had repaired the martingale"s lower end. Captain Mayo ducked low to dodge a guy, and the spikes hooked themselves neatly into the back of his reefer coat. Mr. Marston had bought excellent and strong cloth for his captain"s uniform. The fabric held, the spikes were well set, the _Polly_ did not pause, and, therefore, the master of the _Olenia_ was yanked off his own deck and went along.
All the evening Mayo"s collar had been b.u.t.toned closely about his neck to keep out the fog-damp, and when he was picked up by the spikes the collar gripped tightly about his throat and against his larynx. His cry for help was only a strangled squawk. His men were scattered along the side of the yacht, trying to protect her, the night was over all, and no one noted the mode of the skipper"s departure.
The old schooner scrunched her way past the _Olenia_, roweling the yacht"s glossy paint and smearing her with tar and slime. It was as if the rancorous spirit of the unclean had found sudden opportunity to defile the clean.
Then the _Polly_ pa.s.sed on into the night with clear pathway to the open sea.
VII - INTO THE MESS FROM EASTWARD
Farewell to friends, farewell to foes, Farewell to dear relations.
We"re bound across the ocean blue-- Bound for the foreign nations.
Then obey your bo"s"n"s call, Walk away with that cat-fall!
And we"ll think on those girls when we can no longer stay.
And we"ll think on those girls when we"re far, far away.
--Unmooring.
For the first few moments, after being s.n.a.t.c.hed up in that fashion, Mayo hung from the dolphin-striker without motion, like a man paralyzed.
He was astounded by the suddenness of this abduction. He was afraid to struggle. Momentarily he expected that the fabric would let go and that he would be rolled under the forefoot of the schooner. Then he began to grow faint from lack of breath; he was nearly garroted by his collar.
Carefully he raised his hands and set them about a stay above his head and lifted himself so that he might ease his throat from the throttling grip of the collar. He dangled there over the water for some time, feeling that he had not strength enough, after his choking, to lift himself into the chains or to swing to the foot-rope.
He glanced up and saw the figurehead; it seemed to be simpering at him with an irritating smile. There was something of bland triumph in that grin. In the upset of his feelings there was personal and provoking aggravation in the expression of the figurehead. He swore at it as if it were something human. His anger helped him, gave him strength. He began to swing himself, and at last was able to throw a foot over a stay.
He rested for a time and then gave himself another hoist and was able to get astride the bowsprit. He judged that they must be outside the headland of Sat.u.r.day Cove, because the breeze was stronger and the sea gurgled and showed white threads of foam against the blunt bows. His struggles had consumed more time than he had realized in the dazed condition produced by his choking collar.
He heard the popping of a motor-boat"s engine far astern, and was cheered by the prompt conviction that pursuit was on. Therefore, he made haste to get in touch with the _Polly"s_ master. He scrambled inboard along the bowsprit and fumbled his way aft over the piles of lumber, obliged to move slowly for fear of pitfalls, Once or twice he shouted, but he received no answer, He perceived three dim figures on the quarter-deck when he arrived there--three men. Captain Candage was stamping to and fro.
"Who in the devil"s name are _you?_" bawled the old skipper. "Get off"m here! This ain"t a pa.s.senger-bo"t."
"I"ll get off mighty sudden and be glad to," retorted Mayo.
"Well, I"ll be hackmetacked!" exploded Mr. Speed shoving his face over the wheel. "It"s--"
"Shut up!" roared the master. "How comes it you"re aboard here as a stowaway?"
"Don"t talk foolishness," snapped Captain Mayo "Your old martingale spikes hooked me up. Heave to and let me off!"
"Heave to it is!" echoed Oak.u.m Otie, beginning to whirl the tiller.
Captain Candage turned on his mate with the violence of a thunderclap.
"Gad swigger your pelt, who"s giving off orders aboard here? Hold on your course!"
"But this is--"
"Shut up!" It was a blast of vocal effort. "Hold your course!"
"And _I_ say, heave to and let that motor-boat take me off," insisted Mayo.
Captain Candage leaned close enough to note the yacht skipper"s uniform coat. "Who do you think you"re ordering around, you gilt-striped, monkey-doodle dandy?"
"That motor-boat is coming after me."
"Think you"re of all that importance, hey? No, sir! It"s a pack of "em chasing me to make me go back into port and be sued and libeled and attached by cheap lawyers."
"You ought to be seized and libeled! You had no business ratching out of that harbor in the dark."
"Ought to have taken a rising vote of dudes, hey, to find out whether I had the right to h"ist my mudhook or not?"
"I"m not here to argue. You can do that in court. I tell you to come into the wind and wait for that boat."
"You"d better, Cap Candage," bleated Oak.u.m Otie. "This is--"
"Shut up! I"m running my own schooner, Mr. Speed."
"But he is one of the--"
"I don"t care if he is one of the Apostles. I know my own business. Shut up! Hold her on her course!"