"Tows!" said Frank. "Something about tows!"
The tug and the steamer did not strike, though they grazed each other so closely that a collision seemed unavoidable. Then there was more bellowing through trumpets and more whistling, and Frank felt the _Merry Seas_ tremble under him as her engines were reversed. He knew not what to expect.
Crash!
The big tug, _Gladiator_, had a string of heavily laden barges in tow.
Into one of these barges, in spite of every effort to prevent it, the bow of the _Merry Seas_ crashed with terrible force. It was as if a horse should rush headlong against a stone wall.
The shock was terrific. Merriwell heard a sound of smashing timbers and snapping iron. He was pitched violently from his feet as the bow of the _Merry Seas_ was forced downward by the collision. He felt himself flying through the air. Then he struck the water, and went down, down, down!
But Frank did not lose consciousness. And as he came to the surface, he supported himself by a gentle motion of his hands and feet, and tried to look about. He knew how great was his peril. But his thoughts were not wholly of himself. He thought of Inza and Elsie, of Hodge and his other friends. What had befallen them? Had they, too, been hurled into the sea by that awful shock? If so, there could be little doubt that some of them, if not all, would be drowned.
He shouted for a.s.sistance, and heard a hoa.r.s.e whistle not far away. He could see nothing, for the fog was as impenetrable as a blanket He began to swim toward the sound. He could not tell whether the whistle was that of the tug or the _Merry Seas_ or of some other vessel. Again he sent up a call for help. The water was cold and his clothing heavy. He was thinking of trying to get out of his shoes and outer coat, when he heard a human cry not far away.
"Help! help!" some one called.
"Help! help!" Frank shouted.
But instead of swimming on, he turned in the direction of the cry. It indicated a human being in distress and peril, and he felt that he might be able to save a life.
"Help!" came the cry again.
The voice was so choked and thick, and there was such a rush of water in his ears that Merry could not tell much about it, yet it seemed familiar. It was near at hand, too; and, sending back an answering call, Frank swam straight toward it.
"Help!" was shouted, right at hand now, for the voice seemed to be drifting toward him.
"Where are you?"
For answer, Merriwell received a heavy blow on the head and breast from a piece of timber. He went under with a cry, his head ringing and his senses reeling.
The next thing he knew, he was stretched out on some sort of raft, and some one was holding him there by sheer force. His feet and legs were trailing through the water. The whistle of the steamer or tug sounded again, but farther away.
"Is that you, Merry? How are you feeling?"
It was a familiar voice, though thick and husky--the voice of Bart Hodge.
It steadied Merriwell"s reeling brain. He took hold of the boards and sought to draw himself still higher on them.
"That you, Hodge?"
"Yes. I thought that was you, Merry. How are you?"
"Soaked. But I guess I am all right. Something hit me on the head and shoulders, and I went under. I was swimming this way. Heard somebody call."
"I called, and you were struck by this drift. I heard you, and felt the shock when you struck. I reached out and got hold of you--and here you are?"
"Yes, here--and where is that?"
"In the Atlantic, somewhere off New York. I doubt if the captain knew."
"What became of the rest of the crowd?"
"Don"t know. That collision threw me clean over the rail. I fell near these boards. I don"t know but they came from the barge. When I came up, I b.u.mped against them, and then hung on and began to call for help."
There was a moment of silence. Both were listening. Whistles could be heard here and there. Off to the left somewhere they fancied they heard a voice calling, but whether it came from the deck of a vessel or from some unfortunate in the water they could not determine. Near and far the whistles of steamers and tugs were hoa.r.s.ely bellowing.
"With so many vessels around, we ought to be picked up soon," said Hodge.
"We would be, if any one could see anything. But a boat would have to run right over us to find us. Hark! wasn"t that rowlocks?"
Again they listened. The sound of oars was certainly heard.
Clug-clank, clug-clank, clug-clank.
"Let us call together," said Merry. "Now! As loud as you can."
Both shouted with all their might. For an instant they fancied the boat was coming toward them, and they shouted again. But it was almost impossible to determine the direction of sound. They could not themselves be sure of the direction of the boat. The "clug-clank" grew fainter and fainter.
"We"re bound to be picked up soon," Merriwell cheerily declared. "We must be right in the track of vessels. We"d be picked up right away if it wasn"t for this beastly fog."
Hodge was silent.
"What do you suppose has become of the others? They were right with us, you know, when we went over!"
"I"m afraid to think about it," said Frank, with a shudder, which was not caused by the chill of the water.
"I can"t help thinking about it!"
"Nor I. But I"m hoping we were the only ones that went overboard. We must try to believe that, Bart, until we cannot believe it any longer."
Hodge was silent.
"And as for ourselves!"
"Oh, I wasn"t thinking of ourselves," said Bart. "We can hang on here a good while, I think. I suppose we"re being carried out to sea, though!"
"Not much doubt of that, I guess. But we"ve pulled through worse sc.r.a.pes together, Bart!"
"That"s right, Merry! And we"ll pull through this. Are you up high enough on the boards? Let me help you! You can"t be feeling very strong after that blow."
Merriwell drew himself higher out of the water, and found that the heavy board supported his weight.
"If only the fog would clear now! I hear a whistle away off there."
"Do you suppose the _Merry Seas_ was sunk?" Hodge asked.
"I sha"n"t think so until I have to. I think the barge got much the worst of it. The steamer seemed to cut it right in two."