In less than five minutes the two half-caste girls, the native woman Mina, and the old priest, were working the starboard brake, three seamen being on the lee side. Every now and then, as the barque took a heavy roll to windward, the water would flood her deck up to the workers"
knees; but they stuck steadily to their task for half an hour, when they gave place to Burr, the carpenter, the Rev. Wilfrid, and three native seamen.
In the cabin Mrs. Lacy sat with ashen-hued face beside Miss Weidermann, their hands clasped together, and listening to the wild clamour of the wind and sea. Presently the two De Boos girls, Lacy, Father Roget, and Mina, came below to rest awhile, the water streaming from their sodden garments. The old priest, thoroughly exhausted, threw himself down upon the transom locker cushions.
"Wilfrid," said Mrs. Lacy coming over to him and placing her shaking hand on his shoulder, "cannot I do something? Oh, Miss De Boos, I wish I were brave, like you. But I am not--I am a coward, and I hate myself for it."
The Rev. Wilfrid smiled tenderly at her as he drew her to him for a moment. "Don"t worry, little woman. You can"t do anything--yes, you can, though! Get me my pipe and fill it for me. My hands are wet and cramped."
Sukie De Boos, whose firm, rounded bosom and strong square shoulders made a startling contrast, as they revealed their shape under her soddened blouse, to Mrs. Lacy"s fragile figure, impulsively put her hands out, and taking Mrs. Lacy"s face between them, kissed her twice.
"Dear Mrs. Lacy," she said, "don"t be frightened, please. Now get Mr.
Lacy"s pipe, and I"ll rummage the steward"s pantry and get some food for us all to eat. Mr. Otway told me to tell you and Miss Weidermann to eat something, as maybe we may not get anything for some hours. So I"m just going to stay here and see that every one _does_ eat. I"ll set you a good example."
In a few minutes she laid upon the table an a.s.sortment of tinned meats, bread, and some bottled beer, and some brandy for Father Roget and Lacy.
Otway came down, followed by the steward, and nodded approval.
"That"s right, Sukie. Eat as much as you can. I"ll take a drink myself.
Here"s luck to you, Sukie. Perhaps we won"t have to make up a boating party after all. But there"s nothing like being ready. So will you, Mr.
Lacy, lend a hand here with the steward, and pa.s.s up our provisions to the second mate? The captain will be down in a minute, and will tell you ladies what clothing to get ready. For my part I"ll be jolly glad if we do have to take to the boats, where we shall be nice and comfy, instead of rolling about in this beastly way--I"ll be sea-sick in another ten minutes. Old Bruce says he felt sick an hour ago. Come on, steward."
The a.s.sumed cheerfulness of his manner produced a good effect, and even old Miss Weidermann plucked up heart a little as she saw him nonchalantly light a cigar as he disappeared with the steward below into the lazzarette.
On deck Robertson and the mate were talking in low tones, as they a.s.sisted the second mate with the boats. There was now nearly three feet of water in the hold, and every one knew that the barque could not keep afloat much longer. Fortunately the violence of the wind had decreased somewhat, though there was still a mountainous sea.
Both the old mate and the captain knew that the two small quarter boats would be dangerously overladen, and their unspoken fears were shared by the rest of the officers and crew. But another hour would perhaps make a great difference; and then as the two men were speaking a savage sea smote the _Tucopia_ on the starboard bow, with such violence that she trembled in every timber, and as she staggered under the shock and then rolled heavily to windward, she dipped the starboard quarter boat under the water; it filled, and as she rose again, boat and davits went away together.
Robertson groaned and looked at the mate.
"It is G.o.d"s will, sir," said the old Scotsman quietly.
Robertson nodded. "Tell Allen and the others to come here," he said.
The Tynesider, followed by Captain Burr, Otway, and the carpenter, came.
"Mr. Allen," said the captain, "you are the best man in such an emergency as this. You handle a boat better than any man I know. There is now only one boat left, and you must take charge of her. You will have to take a big lot of people--the four women, the parson, the old French priest, Mr. Otway, Captain Burr, the carpenter, and the five men."
"I guess I"ll stand out, and stick to the ship," said Burr in a lazy, drawling manner, "I don"t like bein" crowded up with a lot of wimmen."
"Neither do I, said Otway.
"Same here, captain," said the carpenter, a little grizzled man of sixty.
Robertson shook hands with each of them in turn. "I knew you were _men_," he said simply. "Come below and let"s have a drink together, and then see to the boat."
"What"s all this, skipper?" said Allen, with an oath, "d"ye think I"m going to save my carcase and let you men drown? I"ll see you all d.a.m.ned first!"
"You"ll obey orders," growled the captain, "and my orders are that you take charge of that boat. And don"t give me any lip. You are a married man and have children. None of us who are standing by the ship are married men. By G.o.d, my joker, if you don"t know your duty, I"ll teach you. Are you going to let these four women go adrift in a boat to perish when you can save them?"
Allen looked the captain squarely in the face and then put out his hand.
"I understand you, sir. But I don"t like doing it. The ship won"t keep afloat another hour. But, as you say, I"ve a wife and kids to consider."
Followed by the others, Robertson went below, and told his pa.s.sengers to get ready for the boat. The old French priest, exhausted by his labour at the pumps, was still lying on the transom cushions, sleeping; the Rev. Lacy was seated at the table smoking his pipe (all the ladies were in their state-rooms). He rose as the men entered, and looked at them inquiringly.
"We"re in a bit of a tight place," said the captain, as he coolly poured out half a tumblerful of brandy, "but I"m sending you, Mr. Lacy, and Father Roget, and the ladies away with Mr. Allen in one of the boats. Allen is a man whom I rely upon. He"ll bring you ash.o.r.e safely.
He"s a bit rough in his talk, but he"s one of G.o.d"s own chosen in a boat, and a fine sailor man--better than the mate, Captain Burr, or myself; isn"t that so, Mr. Bruce?"
The white-haired old mate bent his head in acknowledgment. Then he stood up stiff and stark, his rough bony hands clasped upon his chest.
"I"ll no" deny but that Mr. Allen is far and awa" the best man to have charge o" the boat. But as there is a meenister here, surely he will now offer up a prayer to the Almighty for those in peril on the sea, and especially implore Him to consider a sma" boat, deep to the gunwales."
He looked at the clergyman, who at first made no reply, but stood with downcast eyes. The men looked at him expectantly; he put one hand on the table, and then slowly raised his face.
"I think, gentlemen, that ... that Father Roget is the older man." He spoke haltingly, and a flush dyed his smooth, clean-shaven face from brow to chin. "Will you not ask him?" Then his eyes dropped again.
Robertson, who was in a hurry, and yet had a sincere but secret respect for old Bruce"s un.o.btrusive religious feelings, now backed up his mate"s request.
"I think, sir, that as the mate says, a bit of a short prayer would not be out of place just now, seeing the mess we are in. And that poor old gentleman over there is too done up to stand on his feet. So will you please begin, sir. Steward, call the ladies. We can no longer disguise from them, Mr. Lacy, that we are in a bad way--as bad a way as I have ever been in during my thirty years at sea."
In a couple of minutes the two De Boos girls, Miss Weidermann, and the native girl Mina, came out of their cabins; and when the steward said that Mrs. Lacy felt too ill to leave her berth, her husband could not help giving an audible sigh of relief. Then he braced up and spoke with firmness.
"Please shut Mrs. Lacy"s door, steward. Mr. Bruce, will you lend me your church service--I do not want to go into my cabin for my own. My wife, I fear, has given way."
The mate brought the church service, and then whilst the men stood with bowed heads, and the women knelt, the clergyman, with strong, unfaltering voice read the second of the prayers "To be used in Storms at Sea." He finished, and then sitting down again, placed one hand over his eyes.
"_The living, the living shall praise Thee_."
It was the old mate who spoke. He alone of the men had knelt beside the women, and when he rose his face bore such an expression of calmness and content, that Otway, who five minutes before had been silently cursing him for his "d.a.m.ned idiotcy," looked at him with a sudden mingled respect and wonder.
Stepping across to the clergyman, Bruce respectfully placed his hand on his shoulder, and as he spoke his clear blue eyes smiled at the still kneeling women.
"Cheer up, sir. G.o.d will protect ye and your gude wife, and us all. You, his meenister, have made supplication to Him, and He has heard. Dinna weep, ladies. We are in the care of One who holds the sea in the hollow of His hand."
Then he followed the captain and the others on deck, Otway alone remaining to a.s.sist the steward.
"For G.o.d"s sake give me some brandy," said Lacy to him, in a low voice.
Otway looked at him in astonishment. Was the man a coward after all?
He brought the brandy, and with ill-disguised contempt placed it before him without a word. Lacy looked up at him, and his face flushed.
"Oh, I"m not funking--not a d----d bit, I can a.s.sure you."
Otway at once poured out a nip of brandy for himself, and clinked his gla.s.s against that of the clergyman.
"Pon my soul, I couldn"t make it out, and I apologise. But a man"s nerves go all at once sometimes--can"t help himself, you know. Mine did once when I was in the n.i.g.g.e.r-catching business in the Solomon Islands.
Natives opened fire on us when our boats were aground in a creek, and some of our men got hit. I wasn"t a bit scared of a smack from a bullet, but when I got a scratch on my hand from an arrow, I dropped in a blue funk, and acted like a cur. Knew it was poisoned, felt sure I"d die of lockjaw, and began to weep internally. Then the mate called me a rotten young cur, shook me up, and put my Snider into my hand. But I shall always feel funky at the sight even of a child"s twopenny bow and arrow.