Stern played the cable as though it were a fish-line. All his senses centered on interpreting the message it conveyed. Now he felt that it was dragging over sand; now came rocks--and once it caught, held, then jerked free. His heart leaped wildly. Oh, had it only been the aeroplane!
The tension grew. Out, far out from the drifting line of boats the canoe went forward; it turned at a word from the patriarch and dragged along the front of the line. It criss-crossed on its path; Stern had to admire the skill and thoroughness with which the boatmen covered the area where their mysterious sixth sense of location told them the machine must lie.
All at once a tug, different from all others, yielding, yet firm, set his pulses hammering again.
"Got it!" he shouted, for he knew the truth. "Hold fast, there--_she"s hooked!_"
"You"ve got it, Allan? Really got it?" cried the girl, starting up.
"Oh--"
"Feel this!" he answered. "Grab hold and pull!"
She obeyed, trembling with eagerness.
"It"s caught through one of the ailerons, or some yielding part, I think," he said. "Here, help me hold it tight, now; we mustn"t let the hook slip out again!" To the patriarch he added: "Tell "em to back up, there--easy--easy!"
The canoe backed, while Stern took up the slack again. When the pull from below was vertical he ordered the boat stopped.
"Now get nine other boats close in here," commanded he.
The old man gave the order. And presently nine canoes stood in near at hand, while all the rest lay irregularly grouped about them.
Now Stern"s plan of the tenfold cable developed itself. Already he was untwisting the thick rope. One by one he pa.s.sed the separate cords to men in the other boats. And in a few minutes he and nine other men held the ropes, which, all attached to the big iron ring below, spread upward like the ribs of an inverted umbrella.
The engineer"s scheme was working to perfection. Well he had realized that no one boat could have sufficed to lift the great weight of the machine. Even the largest canoe would have been capsized and sunk long before a single portion of the Pauillac and its engine had been so much as stirred from the sandy bottom.
But with the buoyant power of ten canoes and twenty or thirty men all applied simultaneously, Stern figured he had a reasonable chance of raising the sunken aeroplane. The fact that it was submerged, together with the diminished gravitation of the Abyss, also worked in his favor. And as he saw the Folk-men grip the cords with muscular hands, awaiting his command, he thrilled with pride and with the sense of real achievement.
"Come, now, boys!" he cried. "Pull! Heave-ho, there! Altogether, lift her! _Pull!_"
He strained at the rope which he and two others held; the rest--each rope now held by three or four men--bent their back to the labor. As the ropes drew tense, the canoes crowded and jostled together. Those men who were not at the ropes, worked with the paddles to keep the boats apart, so that the ropes should not foul or bind. And in an irregular ring, all round the active canoes, the others drew. Lighted by so many torches, the misty waters glittered as broken waves, thrown out by the agitation of the canoes, radiated in all directions.
"Pull, boys, pull!" shouted the engineer again. "Up she comes! Now, all together!"
Came a jerk, a long and dragging resistance, then a terrific straining on the many cords. The score and a half of men breathed hard; on their naked arms the veins and muscles swelled; the torchlight gleamed blue on their sweating faces and bodies.
And spontaneously, as at all times of great endeavor among the Folk, a wailing song arose; it echoed through the gloom; it grew, taken up by the outlying boats; and in the eternal dark of the Abyss it rose, uncanny, soul-shaking, weird beyond all telling.
Stern felt the shuddering chills chase each other up and down his spine, playing a nervous accompaniment to their chant.
"Gad!" he muttered, shivering, "what a situation for a hard-headed, practical man like me! It"s more like a scene from some weird pipe-dream magazine story of the remote past than solid reality!"
Again the Folk strained at the ropes, Stern with them; and now the great weight below was surely rising, inch by inch, up, up, toward the black and gleaming surface of the abysmal sea.
Stern"s heart was pounding wildly. If only--incredible as it seemed--the Pauillac really were there at the end of the converging ropes; and if it were still in condition to be repaired again! If only the hook and the hard-taxed ropes held!
"Up, boys! Heave "er!" he shouted, pulling till his muscles hardened like steel, and the canoe--balanced, though it was by five oarsmen and the patriarch all at the other gunwale--tipped crazily. "Pull!
_Pull!_"
Beatrice sprang to the rope. Unable to restrain herself, she, too, laid hold on the taut, dripping cord; and her white hands, firm, muscular, shapely, gripped with a strength one could never have guessed lay in them.
And now the ropes were sliding up out of the water, faster, ever faster; and higher rose the song of all those laboring Folk and all who watched from the outlying ring of boats.
"Up with it, men! _Up!_" panted the engineer.
Even as he spoke the waters beneath them began to boil and bubble strangely, as though with the rising of a monstrous fish; and all at once, with a heave, a sloshing splatter, a huge, weed-covered, winglike object, sluicing brine, wallowed sharply out into the torchlight.
A great triumphal howl rose from the waiting Folk--a howl that drowned Stern"s cheer and that of Beatrice, and for a moment all was confusion. The wing rose, fell, slid back; into the water and again dipped upward. The canoes canted; some took water; all were thrown against each other in the central group; and cries, shouts, orders and a wild fencing off with paddles followed.
Stern yelled in vain orders that the old man could not even hear to translate; orders which would not, even though heard, have been obeyed. But after a moment or two comparative order was restored, and the engineer, veins standing out on his temples, eyes ablaze, bellowed:
"Hold fast, you! No more, nor more--don"t pull up any more, d.a.m.n you!
Hey, stop that--you"ll rip the hook clean out and lose it again!
"You, father--here--tell "em to let it down a little, now--about six feet, so. Easy--does it--_easy!_"
Now the Pauillac, sodden with water, hanging thickly with the luxuriant weed cl.u.s.ters which even in a fortnight had grown in that warm sea, was suspended at the end of the ten cords about six or eight feet below the keels of the canoes.
"Tell "em to let it stay that way now," continued the engineer. "Tell "em all to hold fast, those that have the ropes. The others paddle for the sh.o.r.e as fast as they can--and d.a.m.n the man that loafs _now!_"
The patriarch conveyed the essence of these instructions to the oarsmen, and now, convoyed by the outlying boats, the ten canoes moved very slowly toward the village.
r.e.t.a.r.ded by the vast, birdlike bulk that trailed below, they seemed hardly to make any progress at all. Stern ordered the free boats to hitch on and help by towing. Lines were pa.s.sed, and after a while all twenty-five canoes, driven by the power of two hundred and fifty pairs of sinewy arms, were dragging the Pauillac sh.o.r.eward.
Stern"s excitement--now that the machine was really almost in his grasp again--far from diminishing, was every minute growing keener.
The delay until he could examine it and see its condition and its chances of repair, seemed interminable. Continually he urged the patriarch--himself profoundly moved--to force the rowers to still greater exertion. At a paddle he labored, throwing every ounce of strength into the toil. Each moment seemed an hour.
"Gad! If it"s only possible to make it fly again!" thought he.
Half an hour pa.s.sed, and now at length the dim and cl.u.s.tered lights of the village began to show vaguely through the mist.
"Come on, boys; now for it!" shouted Stern. "Land her for me and I"ll show you wonders you never even dreamed of!"
They drew near the sh.o.r.e. Already Stern was formulating his plans for landing the machine without injuring it, when out from the beach a long and swift canoe put rapidly, driven by twenty men.
At sight of it the rowing in Stern"s boats weakened, then stopped.
Confused cries arose, altercations and strange shouts; then a hush of expectancy, of fear, seemed to possess the boat crews.
And ever nearer, larger, drew the long canoe, a two-p.r.o.nged, blazing cresset at its bows.
Across the waters drifted a word.
"Go on, you! Row!" cried Stern. "Land the machine, I tell you! Say, father, what"s the matter _now?_ What are my men on strike for all of a sudden? Why don"t they finish the job?"
The old man, perplexed, listened intently.
Between the group of canoes and the sh.o.r.e the single boat had stopped.
A man was standing upright in it. Now came a clear hail, and now two or three sentences, peremptory, angry, harsh.