"But what was that first line that was thrown overboard--I mean the one I grabbed and held on to?"
"There was a bucket at the end of that rope," the ship"s surgeon informed Dave. "The deck-hose is out of order, and a sailor threw the bucket over to haul up water with which to wash down the pa.s.sageway."
"I"m thankful he made the cast just at that instant," Dave murmured.
"Providence must have directed the cast," replied the doctor. "And it wasn"t your time to die."
"I"ve no right to die, if I can possibly prevent it!" Dave rejoined warmly. "I"m only a small-fry officer, to be sure, but even at that I"m needed, like every other trained American officer, until Germany has been taught the great lesson of law and morality."
"Amen to that!" agreed the doctor, fervently.
"You"re not pro-German, then, like so many of your countrymen?" Dave asked, with a smile.
"There are few of us who are pro-German in Denmark," replied the ship"s surgeon. "Though, until your Entente allies can protect us against powerful Germany"s wrath it is not prudent for us to be too outspoken in favor of England, France and America."
"From your accent you"ve been in our country?" Dave hinted.
"I took my degree in an American medical school, but I am a Dane. And now, sir, your name?"
"David Darrin, lieutenant-commander, United States Navy."
"And I am Dr. Valpak. And now, Mr. Darrin, I advise that you rest your mind, eat what I am going to order sent here, and then take another nap."
Dave gladly ate of the sea biscuit and soup that were brought to him, after which Dr. Valpak felt his pulse, administered a drink of something with an unfamiliar taste, then uttered the professional command:
"Sleep!"
Dr. Valpak closed the door from outside. Dave closed his eyes, and enjoyed the luxury of another nap.
CHAPTER VIII
DAVE MEETS THE FATE OF THE SEA
IT was almost nine o"clock in the morning when Darrin awoke. He at once realized how refreshed he was. His had been a close call, but fortunate accident and his own strong body had pulled him through.
There on the floor were his rubber boots, on the locker his underclothing, while on k.n.o.bs against the cabin wall hung the garments that comprised his uniform.
Rising, Dave was delighted to find himself still strong. Without ado he drew off and tossed across the berth the coa.r.s.e nightgown that some one had put on him. Then he began to dress.
Everything was dry--indeed, laundered. These new Danes of the sea knew how to be hospitable. So Darrin dressed, and, when he rang for hot water, a steward appeared with the ship"s barber, who aided in Darrin"s toilet.
Before this had been finished Dr. Valpak thrust his head in to inquire:
"Do I intrude?"
"Only as a personage from the pages of "Arabian Nights," Doctor," Darrin laughed. "Come in."
Not only did the doctor come in, but soon, also, a waiter, who set up a small table made fast to the wall, and on it spread such a breakfast as made Dave"s heart rejoice.
Wind and sea had abated much. The broad "Rigsdak" now rode the water with comparatively little roll. Dave sat down to enjoy his breakfast, and Dr.
Valpak soon withdrew.
Just after the finish of the meal the surgeon returned, bringing with him this time the ship"s master, one Kennor, who spoke with a strong accent.
Dave expressed his thanks for the fine care that had been given him.
"And you muss der mate meet," declared Captain Kennor, beaming. "He it va.s.s who show der light in your face, und den der noose was over you drop."
So presently Dave followed these new friends to the deck, where he was introduced to the mate. He also, through Dr. Valpak, thanked the sailor who had cast the bucket-line overboard. The seaman who had dropped the noose around him spoke English fluently. Dave shook hands with both sailors. He then followed Captain Kennor and the mate to the bridge.
"You carry only freight?" Dave asked.
"Somedimes pa.s.sengers," replied Captain Kennor. "Two we have dis time. An English lawyer und hiss young vife."
The pair just mentioned were seen walking on the spar deck forward. The man was well past middle age, of fine, rather sharp features and with thick gray hair. The woman did not appear to be above the age of twenty-five.
Captain Kennor escorted Dave down and introduced him to Mr. and Mrs.
Caleb Launce.
"One doesn"t often hear a story like that of your rescue," said Mr.
Launce.
"It would have killed you, had you been an ordinary man," shivered Mrs.
Launce.
"Thank you for the inference," Darrin laughed.
"But I have met several of your American naval officers," Mrs. Launce continued. "You are splendidly big, enduring men."
"Again I must thank you."
"A man accustomed to indoor life could not have lived half as long as you did before you were picked up," added the lawyer.
"Do you feel your full strength yet?" asked his wife.
"Not--quite, I"ll admit," Dave answered.
"Then it will be well if you find a seat, inside, too, I should think,"
continued the Englishwoman. "Shall we all go inside? The air is cold out here."
Truth to tell, though he was not by any means in a fainting condition, Dave Darrin did feel that a seat inside, where it was warm, would be much to his liking.
So Captain Kennor led them to a small dining cabin, where the white cloths had been removed from the tables and homely red ones subst.i.tuted.
"Dr. Valpak told me you expected to make port by noon," said Dave.