Now I must go."
The clergyman nodded and smiled, and then rising from his seat, he tapped at the door of his wife"s state-room. She opened it, and then Otway, who was helping the steward, heard her sob hysterically.
"Oh, Will, Will, why did you? How could you? I love you, Will dear, I love you, and if death comes to us in another hour, another minute, I shall die happily with your arms round me. But, Will dear, there is a G.o.d, I"m sure there _is_ a G.o.d.... I feel it in my heart, I feel it. And now that death is so near to us----"
Lacy put his arms around her, and lifted her trembling figure upon his knees.
"There, rest yourself, my pet."
"Rest! Rest?" she said brokenly, as Lacy drew her to him. "How can I rest when I think of how I have sinned, and how I shall die! Will dear, when I heard you reading that prayer--"
"I _had_ to do it, Nell."
"Will, dear Will.... Perhaps G.o.d may forgive us both.... But as I sat here in my dark cabin, and listened to you reading that prayer, my husband"s face came before me--the face that I thought was so dull and stupid. And his eyes seemed so soft and kind--"
"For G.o.d"s sake, my dear little woman, don"t think of what is past. We have made the plunge together----"
The woman uttered one last sobbing sigh. "I am not afraid to die, Will.
I am not afraid, but when I heard you begin to read that prayer, my courage forsook me. I wanted to scream--to rush out and stop you, for it seemed to me as if you were doing it in sheer mockery."
"I can only say again, Nell, that I could not help myself; made me feel pretty sick, I a.s.sure you."
Their voices ceased, and presently Lacy stepped out into the main cabin, and then went on deck again.
Robertson met him with a cheerful face. "Come on, Mr. Lacy. I"ve some good news for you--we are making less water! The leak must be taking up in some way." Then holding on to the rail with one hand, he shouted to the men at the pumps.
"Shake her up, boys! shake her up. Here"s Mr. Lacy come to lend a hand, and the supercargo and steward will be with you in a minute. Now I"m going below for a minute to tell the ladies, and mix you a bucket of grog. Shake her up, you, Tom Tarbucket, my bully boy with a gla.s.s eye!
Shake her up, and when she sucks dry, I"ll stand a sovereign all round."
The willing crew answered him with a cheer, and Tom Tarbucket, a square-built, merry faced native of Savage Island, who was stripped to the waist, shouted out, amid the laughter of his shipmates--
"Ay, ay, capt"in, we soon make pump suck dry if two Miss de Boos girl come."
Robertson laughed in response, and then picking up a wooden bucket from under the fife rail, clattered down the companion way.
"Where are you, Otway? Up you get on deck, and you too, steward. The leak is taken up and "everything is lovely and the goose hangs high." Up you go to the pumps, and make "em suck. I"ll bring up some grog presently."
Then as Otway and the steward sprang up on deck, the captain stamped along the cabin in his sodden sea boots, banging at each door.
"Come out, Sarah, come out Sukie, my little chickabiddies--there"s to be no boat trip for you after all. Miss Weidermann, I"ve good news, good news! Mrs. Lacy, cheer up, dear lady. The leak has taken up, and you can go on deck and see your husband working at the pumps like a number one chop Trojan. Ha! Father Roget, give me your hand. You"re a white man, sir, and ought to be a bishop."
As he spoke to the now awakened old priest, the two De Boos girls, Mrs.
Lacy and Miss Weidermann, all came out of their cabins, and Robertson shook hands with them, and lifting Sukie de Boos up between his two rough hands as if she were a little girl, he kissed her, and then made a grab at Sarah, who dodged behind Mrs. Lacy.
"Now, father, don"t you attempt to come on deck. Mrs. Lacy, just you keep him here. Sukie, my chick, you and Sarah get a couple of bottles of brandy, make this bucket full of half-and-half, and bring it on deck to the men."
As he noisily stamped out of the cabin again, the old priest turned to the ladies, and raised his hand--
"A brave, brave man--a very good English sailor. And now let us thank G.o.d for His mercies to us."
The four ladies, with Mina, knelt, and then the good old man prayed fervently for a few minutes. Then Sukie de Boos and her sister flung their arms around Mrs. Lacy, and kissed her, and even Miss Weidermann, now thoroughly unstrung, began to cry hysterically. She had at first detested Mrs. Lacy as being altogether too scandalously young and pretty for a clergyman"s wife. Now she was ready to take her to her bosom (that is, to her metaphorical bosom, as she had no other), for she believed that Mr. Lacy"s prayer had saved them all, he being a Protestant clergyman, and therefore better qualified to avert imminent death than a priest of Rome.
Sukie and Sally de Boos mixed the grog, took it on deck, and served it out to the men at the pumps.
The carpenter sounded the well, and as he drew up the iron rod, the second mate gave a shout.
"Only seven inches, captain."
"Right, my boy. Take a good spell now, Mr. Allen. Mr. Bruce, we can give her a bit more lower canvas now. She"ll stand it. Mr. Lacy, and you Captain Burr, come aft and get into some dry togs. The gla.s.s is rising steadily, and in a few hours we"ll feel a bit more comfy."
He prophesied truly, for the violence of the gale decreased rapidly, and when at the end of an hour the pumps sucked, the crew gave a cheer, and tired out as they were, eagerly sprang aloft to repair damages and then spread more sail, Sarah and Susan de Boos hauling and pulling at the running gear from the deck below. They were both girls of splendid physique, and, in a way, sailors, and had Robertson allowed them to do so, would have gone aloft and handled the canvas with the men.
By four o"clock in the afternoon the little barque, with her wave-swept, bulwarkless decks, now drying under a bright sun, was running before a warm, good-hearted breeze, and the pumps were only attended to twice in every watch.
Mrs. Lacy, Miss Weidermann, the De Boos girls, and the French priest were seated on the p.o.o.p deck, on rugs and blankets spread out for them by Otway and the steward. Lacy, with Captain Burr, was pacing to and fro smoking his pipe, and laughing heartily at Sukie de Boos"s attempts to make his wife smoke a cigarette. Presently old Bruce came along with the second mate and some men to set a new gaff-topsail, and the ladies rose to go below, so as to be out of the way.
"Nae, nae, leddies, dinna go below," said the old mate cheerfully, "ye"ll no" hinder us. And the sight o" sae many sweet, bonny faces will mak" us work a" the better. And how are ye now, Mrs. Lacy? Ah, the pink roses are in your cheeks once mair." And then he stepped quickly up to the young clergyman and took his hand.
"Mr. Lacy, ye must pardon me, but I"m an auld man, and must hae my way.
Ye"re a gude, brave man;" then he added in a low voice, "and ye called upon Him, and He heard us."
"Thank you, Mr. Bruce," Lacy answered nervously, as he saw his wife"s eyes droop, and a vivid blush dye her fair cheeks. Then he plucked the American captain by the sleeve and went below, and Sukie de Boos laughed loudly when in another minute they heard the pop of a bottle of soda water. She ran to the skylight and bent down.
"You"re a pair of exceedingly rude men. You might think of Father Roget--even if you don"t think of us poor women. Mr. Otway, come here, you horrid, dirty-faced, ragged creature! Go below and get a gla.s.s of port wine for Father Roget, a bottle of champagne for Mrs. Lacy and my sister and myself, and a cup of tea for Mrs. Weidermann, and bring some biscuits, too."
"Come and help me, then," said the supercargo, who was indeed dirty-faced and ragged.
Sukie danced towards the companion way with him. Half-way down he put his arms round her and kissed her vigorously. She returned his kisses with interest, and laughingly smacked his cheek.
"Let me go, Charlie Otway, you horrid, bold fellow. Now, one, two, three, or I"ll call out and invoke the protection of the clergy, above and below--those on board this ship I mean, not those who are in heaven or elsewhere."
Ten days later the _Tucopia_ sailed into Apia Harbour and dropped anchor inside Matautu Point just as the evening mists were closing their fleecy mantle around the verdant slopes of Vailima Mountain.
The two half-caste girls, with their maid and Mr. and Mrs. Lacy, came to bid Otway and the captain a brief farewell, before they went ash.o.r.e in the pilot boat to D"Acosta"s hotel in Matafele.
"Now remember, Otway, and you, Captain Robertson, and you, Captain Burr, you are all to dine with us at the hotel the day after to-morrow. And perhaps you, too, Father Roget will reconsider your decision and come too." It was Lacy who spoke.
The gentle-voiced old Frenchman shook his head and smiled--"Ah no, it was impossible," he said. The bishop would not like him to so soon leave the Mission. But the bishop and his brothers at the Mission would look forward to have the good captain, and Mr. Burr, and Mr. Otway, and the ladies to accept his hospitality.
Mrs. Lacy"s soft little gloved hand was in Otway"s.
"I thank you, Mr. Otway, very, very sincerely for your many kindnesses to me. You have indeed been most generous to us both. It was cruel of us to take your cabin and compel you to sleep in the trade-room. But I shall never forget how kind you have been."
All that was good in Otway came into his vicious heart and voiced softly through his lips.
"I am only too glad, Mrs. Lacy.... I am indeed. I didn"t like giving up my cabin to strangers at first, and was a bit of a beast when Mr. Harry told me we were taking two extra pa.s.sengers. But I am glad now."