"Do-on"t, Dan! We"re right on top of him now. "Wish I was safe aboard, bein" pounded by Uncle Salters."
"They"ll be lookin" fer us in a little. Gimme the tooter." Dan took the tin dinner-horn, but paused before he blew.
"Go on," said Harvey. "I don"t want to stay here all night."
"Question is, haow he"d take it. There was a man frum down the coast told me once he was in a schooner where they da.r.s.en"t ever blow a horn to the dories, becaze the skipper--not the man he was with, but a captain that had run her five years before--he"d drownded a boy alongside in a drunk fit; an" ever after, that boy he"d row alongside too and shout, "Dory! dory!" with the rest."
"Dory! dory!" a m.u.f.fled voice cried through the fog. They cowered again, and the horn dropped from Dan"s hand.
"Hold on!" cried Harvey; "it"s the cook."
"Dunno what made me think o" thet fool tale, either," said Dan. "It"s the doctor, sure enough."
"Dan! Danny! Oooh, Dan! Harve! Harvey! Oooh, Haarveee!"
"We"re here," sung both boys together. They heard oars, but could see nothing till the cook, shining and dripping, rowed into them.
"What iss happened?" said he. "You will be beaten at home."
"Thet"s what we want. Thet"s what we"re sufferin" for," said Dan.
"Anything homey"s good enough fer us. We"ve had kinder depressin"
company." As the cook pa.s.sed them a line, Dan told him the tale.
"Yess! He come for hiss knife," was all he said at the end.
Never had the little rocking "We"re Here" looked so deliciously home--like as when the cook, born and bred in fogs, rowed them back to her. There was a warm glow of light from the cabin and a satisfying smell of food forward, and it was heavenly to hear Disko and the others, all quite alive and solid, leaning over the rail and promising them a first-cla.s.s pounding. But the cook was a black master of strategy. He did not get the dories aboard till he had given the more striking points of the tale, explaining as he backed and b.u.mped round the counter how Harvey was the mascot to destroy any possible bad luck.
So the boys came overside as rather uncanny heroes, and every one asked them questions instead of pounding them for making trouble. Little Penn delivered quite a speech on the folly of superst.i.tions; but public opinion was against him and in favour of Long Jack, who told the most excruciating ghost-stories to nearly midnight. Under that influence no one except Salters and Penn said anything about "idolatry" when the cook put a lighted candle, a cake of flour and water, and a pinch of salt on a shingle, and floated them out astern to keep the Frenchman quiet in case he was still restless. Dan lit the candle because he had bought the belt, and the cook grunted and muttered charms as long as he could see the ducking point of flame.
Said Harvey to Dan, as they turned in after watch: "How about progress and Catholic superst.i.tions?"
"Huh! I guess I"m as enlightened and progressive as the next man, but when it comes to a dead St. Malo deck-hand scarin" a couple o" pore boys stiff fer the sake of a thirty-cent knife, why, then, the cook can take hold fer all o" me. I mistrust furriners, livin" or dead."
Next morning all, except the cook, were rather ashamed of the ceremonies, and went to work double tides, speaking gruffly to one another.
The "We"re Here" was racing neck and neck for her last few loads against the "Parry Norman"; and so close was the struggle that the Fleet took sides and betted tobacco. All hands worked at the lines or dressing-down till they fell asleep where they stood--beginning before dawn and ending when it was too dark to see. They even used the cook as pitcher, and turned Harvey into the hold to pa.s.s salt, while Dan helped to dress down. Luckily a "Parry Norman" man sprained his ankle falling down the fo"c"sle, and the "We"re Heres" gained. Harvey could not see how one more fish could be crammed into her, but Disko and Tom Platt stowed and stowed, and planked the ma.s.s down with big stones from the ballast, and there was always "jest another day"s work." Disko did not tell them when all the salt was wetted. He rolled to the lazarette aft the cabin and began hauling out the big mainsail. This was at ten in the morning. The riding-sail was down and the main- and top-sail were up by noon, and dories came alongside with letters for home, envying their good fortune. At last she cleared decks, hoisted her flag,--as is the right of the first boat off the Banks,--up-anch.o.r.ed, and began to move. Disko pretended that he wished to accommodate folk who had not sent in their mail, and so worked her gracefully in and out among the schooners. In reality, that was his little triumphant procession, and for the fifth year running it showed what kind of mariner he was. Dan"s accordion and Tom Platt"s fiddle supplied the music of the magic verse you must not sing till all the salt is wet:
"Hih! Yih! Yoho!
Send your letters raound!
All our salt is wetted, an" the anchor"s off the graound!
Bend, oh, bend your mains"l!, we"re back to Yankeeland-- With fifteen hunder" quintal, An" fifteen hunder" quintal, "Teen hunder" toppin" quintal, "Twix" old "Queereau an" Grand."
The last letters pitched on deck wrapped round pieces of coal, and the Gloucester men shouted messages to their wives and womenfolk and owners, while the "We"re Here" finished the musical ride through the Fleet, her head-sails quivering like a man"s hand when he raises it to say good-bye.
Harvey very soon discovered that the "We"re Here", with her riding-sail, strolling from berth to berth, and the "We"re Here" headed west by south under home canvas, were two very different boats. There was a bite and kick to the wheel even in "boy"s" weather; he could feel the dead weight in the hold flung forward mightily across the surges, and the streaming line of bubbles overside made his eyes dizzy.
Disko kept them busy fiddling with the sails; and when those were flattened like a racing yacht"s, Dan had to wait on the big topsail, which was put over by hand every time she went about. In spare moments they pumped, for the packed fish dripped brine, which does not improve a cargo. But since there was no fishing, Harvey had time to look at the sea from another point of view. The low-sided schooner was naturally on most intimate terms with her surroundings. They saw little of the horizon save when she topped a swell; and usually she was elbowing, fidgeting, and coaxing her steadfast way through grey, grey-blue, or black hollows laced across and across with streaks of shivering foam; or rubbing herself caressingly along the flank of some bigger water-hill. It was as if she said: "You wouldn"t hurt me, surely? I"m only the little "We"re Here"." Then she would slide away chuckling softly to herself till she was brought up by some fresh obstacle. The dullest of folk cannot see this kind of thing hour after hour through long days without noticing it; and Harvey, being anything but dull, began to comprehend and enjoy the dry chorus of wave-tops turning over with a sound of incessant tearing; the hurry of the winds working across open s.p.a.ces and herding the purple-blue cloud-shadows; the splendid upheaval of the red sunrise; the folding and packing away of the morning mists, wall after wall withdrawn across the white floors; the salty glare and blaze of noon; the kiss of rain falling over thousands of dead, flat square miles; the chilly blackening of everything at the day"s end; and the million wrinkles of the sea under the moonlight, when the jib-boom solemnly poked at the low stars, and Harvey went down to get a doughnut from the cook.
But the best fun was when the boys were put on the wheel together, Tom Platt within hail, and she cuddled her lee-rail down to the crashing blue, and kept a little home-made rainbow arching unbroken over her windla.s.s. Then the jaws of the booms whined against the masts, and the sheets creaked, and the sails filled with roaring; and when she slid into a hollow she trampled like a woman tripped in her own silk dress, and came out, her jib wet half-way up, yearning and peering for the tall twin-lights of Thatcher"s Island.
They left the cold grey of the Bank sea, saw the lumber-ships making for Quebec by the Straits of St. Lawrence, with the Jersey salt-brigs from Spain and Sicily; found a friendly northeaster off Artimon Bank that drove them within view of the East light of Sable Island,--a sight Disko did not linger over,--and stayed with them past Western and Le Have, to the northern fringe of George"s. From there they picked up the deeper water, and let her go merrily.
"Hattie"s pulling on the string," Dan confided to Harvey. "Hattie an"
ma. Next Sunday you"ll be hirin" a boy to throw water on the windows to make ye go to sleep. "Guess you"ll keep with us till your folks come.
Do you know the best of gettin" ash.o.r.e again?"
"Hot bath"?" said Harvey. His eyebrows were all white with dried spray.
"That"s good, but a night-shirt"s better. I"ve been dreamin" o"
night-shirts ever since we bent our mainsail. Ye can wiggle your toes then. Ma"ll hev a new one fer me, all washed soft. It"s home, Harve.
It"s home! Ye can sense it in the air. We"re runnin" into the aidge of a hot wave naow, an" I can smell the bayberries. Wonder if we"ll get in fer supper. Port a trifle."
The hesitating sails flapped and lurched in the close air as the deep smoothed out, blue and oily, round them. When they whistled for a wind only the rain came in spiky rods, bubbling and drumming, and behind the rain the thunder and the lightning of mid-August. They lay on the deck with bare feet and arms, telling one another what they would order at their first meal ash.o.r.e; for now the land was in plain sight. A Gloucester swordfish-boat drifted alongside, a man in the little pulpit on the bowsprit flourishing his harpoon, his bare head plastered down with the wet. "And all"s well!" he sang cheerily, as though he were watch on a big liner. "Wouverman"s waiting fer you, Disko. What"s the news o" the Fleet?"
Disko shouted it and pa.s.sed on, while the wild summer storm pounded overhead and the lightning flickered along the capes from four different quarters at once. It gave the low circle of hills round Gloucester Harbour, Ten Pound Island, the fish-sheds, with the broken line of house-roofs, and each spar and buoy on the water, in blinding photographs that came and went a dozen times to the minute as the "We"re Here" crawled in on half-flood, and the whistling-buoy moaned and mourned behind her. Then the storm died out in long, separated, vicious dags of blue-white flame, followed by a single roar like the roar of a mortar-battery, and the shaken air tingled under the stars as it got back to silence.
"The flag, the flag!" said Disko, suddenly, pointing upward.
"What is ut?" said Long Jack.
"Otto! Ha"af mast. They can see us frum sh.o.r.e now."
"I"d clean forgot. He"s no folk to Gloucester, has he?"
"Girl he was goin" to be married to this fall."
"Mary pity her!" said Long Jack, and lowered the little flag half-mast for the sake of Otto, swept overboard in a gale off Le Have three months before.
Disko wiped the wet from his eyes and led the "We"re Here" to Wouverman"s wharf, giving his orders in whispers, while she swung round moored tugs and night-watchmen hailed her from the ends of inky-black piers. Over and above the darkness and the mystery of the procession, Harvey could feel the land close round him once more, with all its thousands of people asleep, and the smell of earth after rain, and the familiar noise of a switching-engine coughing to herself in a freight-yard; and all those things made his heart beat and his throat dry up as he stood by the foresheet. They heard the anchor-watch snoring on a lighthouse-tug, nosed into a pocket of darkness where a lantern glimmered on either side; somebody waked with a grunt, threw them a rope, and they made fast to a silent wharf flanked with great iron-roofed sheds full of warm emptiness, and lay there without a sound.
Then Harvey sat down by the wheel, and sobbed and sobbed as though his heart would break, and a tall woman who had been sitting on a weigh-scale dropped down into the schooner and kissed Dan once on the cheek; for she was his mother, and she had seen the "We"re Here" by the lightning-flashes. She took no notice of Harvey till he had recovered himself a little and Disko had told her his story. Then they went to Disko"s house together as the dawn was breaking; and until the telegraph office was open and he could wire to his folk, Harvey Cheyne was perhaps the loneliest boy in all America. But the curious thing was that Disko and Dan seemed to think none the worse of him for crying.
Wouverman was not ready for Disko"s prices till Disko, sure that the "We"re Here" was at least a week ahead of any other Gloucester boat, had given him a few days to swallow them; so all hands played about the streets, and Long Jack stopped the Rocky Neck trolley, on principle, as he said, till the conductor let him ride free. But Dan went about with his freckled nose in the air, bungful of mystery and most haughty to his family.
"Dan, I"ll hev to lay inter you ef you act this way," said Troop, pensively. "Sence we"ve come ash.o.r.e this time you"ve bin a heap too fresh."
"I"d lay into him naow ef he was mine," said Uncle Salters, sourly. He and Penn boarded with the Troops.
"Oho!" said Dan, shuffling with the accordion round the back-yard, ready to leap the fence if the enemy advanced. "Dad, you"re welcome to your own jedgment, but remember I"ve warned ye. Your own flesh an"
blood ha" warned ye! "Tain"t any o" my fault ef you"re mistook, but I"ll be on deck to watch ye. An" ez fer yeou, Uncle Salters, Pharaoh"s chief butler ain"t in it "longside o" you! You watch aout an" wait.
You"ll be ploughed under like your own blamed clover; but me--Dan Troop--I"ll flourish like a green bay-tree because I warn"t stuck on my own opinion."
Disko was smoking in all his sh.o.r.e dignity and a pair of beautiful carpet-slippers. "You"re gettin" ez crazy as poor Harve. You two go araound gigglin" an" squinchin" an" kickin" each other under the table till there"s no peace in the haouse," said he.
"There"s goin" to be a heap less--fer some folks," Dan replied. "You wait an" see."
He and Harvey went out on the trolley to East Gloucester, where they tramped through the bayberry-bushes to the lighthouse, and lay down on the big red boulders and laughed themselves hungry. Harvey had shown Dan a telegram, and the two swore to keep silence till the sh.e.l.l burst.
"Harve"s folk?" said Dan, with an unruffled face after supper. "Well, I guess they don"t amount to much of anything, or we"d ha" heard frum "em by naow. His pop keeps a kind o" store out West. Maybe he"ll give you"s much as five dollars, dad."