At this instant she heard the outer gate swing to a second time with a resounding bang, and Captain Joe"s voice calling, "Git yer dress, Caleb, quick as G.o.d"ll let ye! Train through the Medford draw an" two men drownded. I"ve been lookin" fur ye everywhere."
"Who says so?" answered Caleb calmly without moving.
"Mr. Sanford "s sent the yacht. His n.i.g.g.e.r"s outside now. Hurry, I tell ye; we ain"t got a minute."
Betty waited, her heart throbbing. Caleb paused for an instant and looked earnestly and hesitatingly toward the house. Then he turned quickly and followed Captain Joe.
Aunty Bell waited until she saw both men cross the road on their way to the dock. Then she went in to find Betty.
She was still crouched behind the door, her limbs trembling beneath her. On her face was the dazed look of one who had missed, without knowing why, some great crisis.
"Don"t cry, child," said the little woman, patting her cheek. "It"s all right. I knowed he didn"t come for ye."
"But, Aunty Bell, Aunty Bell," she sobbed, as she threw her arms about her neck, "I wanted him so."
CHAPTER XXV
UNDER THE PITILESS STARS
The purple twilight had already settled over Medford harbor when the yacht with Captain Joe and Caleb on board glided beneath the wrecked trestle with its toppling cars, and made fast to one of the outlying spiles of the draw. As the yacht"s stern swung in toward the sunken caboose which coffined the bodies of the drowned men, a small boat put off from the sh.o.r.e and Sanford sprang aboard. He had succeeded in persuading the section boss in charge of the wrecking gang to delay wrecking operations until Caleb could get the bodies, insisting that it was inhuman to disturb the wreck until they were recovered. As the yacht was expected every moment and the services of the diver would be free, the argument carried weight.
"Everything is ready, sir," said Captain Joe, as Sanford walked aft to meet him. "We"ve "iled up the cylinders, an" the pump can git to work in a minute. I"ll tend Caleb; I know how he likes his air. Come, Caleb, git inter yer dress; this tide"s on the turn."
The three men walked along the yacht"s deck to where the captain had been oiling the air-pump. It had been lifted clear of its wooden case and stood near the rail, its polished bra.s.ses glistening in the light of a ship"s lantern slung to the ratlines. Sprawled over a deck settee lay the rubber diving-dress,-body, arms, and legs in one piece, like a suit of seamless underwear,-and beside it the copper helmet, a trunkless head with a single staring eye. The air-hose and life-line, together with the back-plate and breast-plate of lead and the iron-shod shoes, lay on the deck.
Caleb placed his folded coat on a camp-stool, drew off his shoes, tucked his trousers into his stocking legs, and began twisting himself into his rubber dress, Sanford helping him with the arms and neckpiece. Captain Joe, meanwhile, overhauled the plates and loosened the fastenings of the weighted shoes.
With the s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g on of Caleb"s helmet and the tightening of his face-plate, the crowd increased. The news of the coming diver had preceded the arrival of the yacht, and the trestle and sh.o.r.es were lined with people.
When Caleb, completely equipped, stepped on the top round of the ladder fastened to the yacht"s side, the crowd climbed hurriedly over the wrecked cars to the stringers of the trestle to get a better view of the huge man-fish with its distorted head and single eye, and its long antennae of hose and life-line. Such a sight would be uncanny even when the blazing sun burnished the diver"s polished helmet and the one eye of the face-plate glared ominously; but at night, under the wide sky, with only a single swinging lamp to illumine the gloomy shadows, the man-fish became a thing of dread,-a ghoulish spectre who prowled over foul and loathsome things, and who rose from the slime of deep bottoms only to breathe and sink again.
Caleb slowly descended the yacht"s ladder, one iron-shod foot at a time, until the water reached his armpits. Then he swung himself clear, and the black, oily ooze closed over him.
Captain Joe leaned over the yacht"s rail, the life-line wound about his wrist, his sensitive hand alert for the slightest nibble of the man-fish. These nibbles are the unspoken words of the diver below to his "tender" above. His life often depends on these being instantly understood and answered.
For the diver is more than amphibious; he is twice-bodied,-one man under water, one man above, with two heads and four hands. The connecting links between these two bodies-these Siamese twins-are the life-line and signal-cord through which they speak to each other, and the air-hose carrying their life-breath.
As Caleb dropped out of sight the crew crowded to the yacht"s rail, straining their eyes in the gloom. In the steady light of the lantern they could see the cord tighten and slacken as the diver felt his way among the wreckage, or sank to the bottom. They could follow, too, the circle of air bubbles floating on the water above where he worked. No one spoke; no one moved. An almost deathly stillness prevailed. The only sounds were the wheezing of the air-pump turned by the sailor, and the swish of the life-line cutting through the water as the diver talked to his tender. With these were mingled the unheeded sounds of the night and of the sea,-the soft purring of the tall gra.s.ses moving gently to and fro in the night-wind, and the murmuring of the sluggish water stirred by the rising tide and gurgling along the yacht"s side on its way to the stern.
"Has he found them yet, Captain Joe?" Sanford asked, after some moments, under his breath.
"Not yet, sir. He"s been through one car, an" is now crawlin" through t"other. He says they"re badly broke up. Run that air-hose overboard, sir; let it all go; he wants it all. Thank ye. He says the men are in their bunks at t"other end, if anywheres; that"s it, sir."
There came a quick double jerk, answered by one long pull.
"More air, sir,-_more air_!" Captain Joe cried in a quick, rising voice. "So-o, that"ll do."
The crew looked on in astonishment. The talk of the man-fish was like the telephone talk of a denizen from another world.
A quarter of an hour pa.s.sed. Not a single tremor had been felt along the life-line, nor had Captain Joe moved from his position on the rail. His eye was still on the circle of bubbles that rose and were lost in the current. Sanford grew uneasy.
"What"s he doing now, captain?" he asked in an anxious voice.
"Don"t know, sir; ain"t heard from him in some time."
"Ask him."
"No, sir; better let him alone. He might be crawlin" through somewheres; might tangle him up if I moved the line. He"s got to feel his way, sir. It"s black as mud down there. If the men warn"t in the caboose he wouldn"t never find "em at night."
A quick, sharp jerk from under the surface now swished through the water, followed by a series of strong, rapid pulls,-seesaw pulls, as if some great fish were struggling with the line.
"He"s got one of "em, sir," said the captain, with sudden animation.
"Says that"s all. He"s been through two cars an" felt along every inch o" the way. If there"s another, he"s got washed out o" the door."
As he spoke the air-hose slackened and the life-line began to sag.
Captain Joe turned quickly to Sanford. "Pull in that hose, Mr.
Sanford," hauling in the slack of the life-line himself. "He"s a-comin" up; he"ll bring him with him."
These varied movements on the yacht stirred the overhanging crowd into action. They hoped the diver was coming up; they hoped, too, he would bring the dead man. His appearing with his awful burden would be less terrible than not knowing what the man-fish was doing. The crew of the yacht crowded still closer to the rail; this fishing at night for the dead had a fascination they could not resist. Some of them even mounted the ratlines, and others ran aft to see the diver rise from the deep sea.
In a moment more the black water heaved in widening circles, and Caleb"s head and shoulders were thrust up within an oar"s length of the yacht. The light of the lantern fell upon his wet helmet and extended arm.
The hand clutched a man"s boot.
Attached to the boot were a pair of blue overalls and a jacket. The head of the drowned man hung down in the water. The face was hidden.
Captain Joe leaned forward, lowered the lantern that Caleb might see the ladder, reeled in the life-line hand over hand, and dragged the diver and his burden to the foot of the ladder. Sanford seized a boat-hook, and, reaching down, held the foot close to the yacht"s side; then a sailor threw a noose of marline twine around the boot.
The body was now safe from the treacherous tide.
Caleb raised himself slowly until his helmet was just above the level of the deck. Captain Joe removed the lead plates from his breast and back, and unscrewed his gla.s.s face-plate, letting out his big beard and letting in the cool night-air.
"Any more down there?" he cried, his mouth close to Caleb"s face as he spoke.
Caleb shook his head inside the copper helmet. "No; don"t think so.
Guess ye thought I was a-goin" to stay all night, didn"t ye? I had ter crawl through two cars "fore I got him; when I found him he was under a tool-chest. One o" them lower cars, I see, has got its end stove out."
"Jes" "s I told ye, Mr. Sanford," said Captain Joe in a positive tone; "t"other body went out with the tide."
The yacht, with the rescued dead man laid on the deck and covered with a sheet, steamed across the narrow channel, reversed her screw, and touched the fender spiles of her wharf as gently as one would tap an egg. Sanford, who, now that the body was found, had gone ahead in the small boat in search of the section boss, was waiting on the wharf for the arrival of the yacht.
"There"s more trouble, Captain Joe," he called. "There"s a man here that the scow saved from the wreck. Mr. Smearly thought he would pull through, but the doctor who"s with him says he can"t live an hour. His spine is injured. Major Slocomb and Mr. Smearly are now in Stonington in search of a surgeon. The section boss tells me his name is Williams, and that he works in the machine shops. Better look at him and see if you know him."