"All I can do is to tell the truth at the hearing, sir."
"They"ll break you, sure as a mule wags ears. There are five dead men inside that wreck yonder. Don"t you reckon you"ll be indicted for manslaughter?"
"I shall claim that the collision was unavoidable."
"But you were off your course--were in a place you had no business to be in. That knocks your defense all to the devil. You are in almighty bad, Mayo. You must wake up to it."
The young man was pale and rigid and silent.
"The Vose line is in bad enough as it is, without trying to defend you.
I suppose I"ll be blamed for putting on a young captain. Mayo, I am older than you are and wiser about the law and such matters. Why don"t you duck out from under, eh?"
"You mean run away?"
"I wouldn"t put it quite as bluntly as that. I mean, go away and keep out of sight till it quiets down. If you stay they"ll put you on the rack and get you all tangled up by firing questions at you. And what will you gain by going through the muss? You"ve got to agree with me that the inspectors will suspend you--revoke your license. Here"s this steamer here, talking for herself. If you stay around underfoot, and all the evidence is brought out at the hearing, then the Federal grand jury will take the thing up, probably. They"ll have a manslaughter case against you."
Still Captain Mayo did not speak.
"If you simply drop out of sight I don"t believe they"ll chase you.
Personally, having watched you last night, I don"t believe you are guilty of any very bad break. It simply happened wrong. We don"t want all the notoriety a court trial would bring to the line. And here"s what I"ll do, Mayo. I"ll slip you a few hundred for expenses so that you can go away and grab into the shipping game somewhere else. A fellow like you can land on his feet."
"Mr. Fogg, a renegade steamboat man stands a mighty poor show. I may be suspended, and worse may happen to me, but I"m not going to ruin myself and my good name by running away. That"s confession! It"s wrecking all my prospects forever--and I have worked too hard for what I"ve got. I"m going to stay here and face the music--tell my story like a man."
"It will make a fine story--and you have told me yourself that they are just waiting to make a smashing example of somebody," sneered Fogg.
"You, a cub captain, broke the navigation rules last night by running at least fifteen knots in the fog. Your log and the testimony of your mates will show that. I"m not blaming you, son. I"m showing you how it looks!
You got off your course and rammed a schooner at anchor, and you didn"t even stop to pick up her men. I saw that much. Mayo, the only sensible thing for you to do is to duck out from under. It will save the line from a lot of scandal and bad advertising. By gad! if you don"t do that much for us, after the offer I"ve just made you, I"ll go onto the stand and testify against you."
"You seem to be mighty ready and anxious to make me the goat in this thing," blazed the young man, his temper getting away from him. He had been without sleep for many hours, his soul had been crucified by the bitter experiences he had been through.
"Are you looking for a fight?"
"No, Mr. Fogg, I"m looking for a square deal. I haven"t done anything intentionally to make me a fugitive from justice. I won"t run away."
"You won"t be the first witness who has helped big interests by keeping out of sight and out of reach of the lawyers. It"s business, Mayo."
"It may be, Mr. Fogg. I don"t know the inside of the big deals. I"m only a sailor. I a.s.sociate with sailors. And I"ve got a little pride in my good name."
Mr. Fogg looked at this recalcitrant with scorn. He wanted to tell this stubborn individual that he was merely a two-spot in the big game which was being played. But the expression on Mayo"s face encouraged neither levity nor sneers.
"I"ll give you a thousand dollars expense money for your trip and will talk job with you next year after you get your license back," proffered the general manager.
Captain Mayo fixed flaming eyes on the tempter. "What special, private reason have you got for wanting to bribe me?" demanded the young man, with such heat that Fogg flinched. "You are making something very mysterious out of what should be open and aboveboard. That may be Wall Street tactics, Mr. Fogg, but it doesn"t go with a sailor who has earned a master"s papers and is proud of it."
"Well, pa.s.s on then," directed Fogg. "There"s a tug alongside to take the underwriters back to Wood"s Hole. Go along--to jail, or wherever it is you"ll fetch up."
"I shall stay aboard this ship as her captain until I am relieved according to the formalities of the admiralty law," declared Captain Mayo, with dignity. "I don"t propose to run away from duty or punishment, Mr. Fogg."
The general manager pursed a contemptuous mouth and departed from the cabin. He went away on the tug without further word to Mayo.
During the next two days small craft buzzed about the stricken giant like flies around a carca.s.s. There were insurance men, wreckers with plans and projects, sightseers, stockholders--and one visitor was Captain Zoradus Wa.s.s.
"Nothing else to do just now, boy, except to come and sympathize with you." He clucked his tongue against his teeth as he looked the steamer over. It was condolence without words. "Now tell me the story of it--with all the fine details," he demanded, after they were closeted in the captain"s cabin. He sat with elbows on his knees and gazed at the floor during the recital, and he continued to gaze at the floor for some time after Mayo had ceased speaking.
"I admit that the quartermaster let her off for just a minute--less than a minute," repeated the young man. "I had only just looked away for an instant. I helped him put her over. We couldn"t have done more than cut a letter S for a few lengths. But the more I think of it, the queerer it seems. Two points off, almost in a finger-snap!"
"Tell that part of it over and over again, while I shut my eyes and get it fixed in my mind as if I had seen it," requested Captain Wa.s.s. "Who was there, where did they stand, and so forth and et cetry. When a thing happens and you can"t figger it out, it"s usually because you haven"t pawed over the details carefully enough. Go ahead! I"m a good listener."
But after he had listened he had no comments to make. He went out of the cabin after a few minutes" wait which was devoted to deep meditation, and strolled about the ship, hands behind his back, scuffing his feet.
A half-hour later, meeting Captain Mayo on his rounds, the veteran inquired:
"How do you happen to have Oliver Burkett aboard here?" "I don"t know him."
"You ought to know him. He is the captain the Vose line fired off the _Nirvana_ three years ago. He gave the go-ahead and a jingle when he was making dock, and chewed up four fishing-boats and part of the pier. He had to choose between admitting that he was drunk, crazy, or bribed by the opposition. And I guess they figured that he was all three. Was he aboard here the night it happened?"
"I don"t know, sir."
"According to my notion it"s worth finding out," growled Captain Wa.s.s.
"I"m not seeing very far into this thing as yet, son, and I"ll admit it. But if dirty work was done to you, Burkett would have been a handier tool for Fogg than a Stillson wrench in a plumbing job. No, don"t ask me questions now. I haven"t got any consolation for you or confidence in myself. I"m only thinking."
The next day the wounded _Montana_ was formally surrendered to the underwriters.
Captain Boyd Mayo was ordered to appear before the United States inspectors, and he went and told his story as best he could. But his best was an unconvincing tale, after all. He left the hearing after his testimony and walked down to the little hotel by the water-front to wait for news.
Captain Wa.s.s came bustling down to the little hotel, plumping along at an extra rate of speed, setting his heels down hard, a moving monument of gloom.
His protege, removing disconsolate gaze from the dusty chromos on the office walls, did not require verbal report; Captain Wa.s.s"s demeanor told all.
"And you couldn"t expect much of anything else," declared the old man. "I made the best talk I could for you after you had finished your testimony and had gone out. But it was no use, son! The department has been laying for a victim. Both of us have known that right along. They have soaked it to you good and proper."
"How long am I suspended for?" faltered Mayo.
"That"s the point! Indefinitely. You were meat. Everybody watching the case. They trimmed you."
Mayo set his hands into his thick hair, propped his head, and stared at the floor.
"Indefinitely doesn"t mean forever, but there ain"t much comfort in that. I"ll tell you what it does mean, boy. It means that if there has been crooked work we"ve got to show it up in order to reinstate you.
And now get a good brace on yourself. I"ve taken a peek in at the United States court."
The young man, without lifting his head, gave the veteran a piteous side-glance.
"Fletcher Fogg is buzzing around the outside of that hive. He has Burkett along for an understrapper. They are marshaling in witnesses before the grand jury--those men from the _Warren_, and you know what they"ll say, of course! Your mates and quartermasters, too! Mayo, they"re going to railroad you to Atlanta penitentiary. They have put something over on you because you are young and they figured that you"d be a little green. It seemed queer to me when Fogg was so mighty nice to you all of a sudden. But they don"t lay off a man like Jacobs and put in a new man just to be nice. They either felt they couldn"t work Jacobs, or else they felt a green man would give "em a good excuse for what happened."
"But they couldn"t arrange to have a schooner--"
"That was probably more than they figured on. But as long as it has happened they"re going to use it to best advantage. You"re going to have both tin cans tied to you, son. Every cussed bit of influence is going to be used against you. Poor devils on the outside, like you and I, don"t understand just how slick the ways can be greased. Mayo, I"m going to give you good advice. Duck out!"
"Run away like a confessed criminal? That"s the advice Fogg gave me. I don"t think your advice is good, Captain Wa.s.s. I won"t run away."
"It may not be good advice. I ain"t wise enough to know everything that"s best. But if they put you behind the bars in Atlanta, son, you"ll stay there till your term is up. No matter what is found out in your case, it will take money and a lot of time to get the truth before the right people. But if you ain"t in prison, and we can get a line on this case and dig up even a part of the truth, then you"ve got a fighting chance in the open. If we can get just enough to make "em afraid to put you onto the witness-stand, that much may make "em quit their barking.