"Some. The whole awning leaks and the cabin and every other shelter are full of people. Whew, but it"s dark, isn"t it! No lightning, even. If you"re in the stern, I"ll take the bow. There. This is fine."
The canvas had been pulled snug again, and Charley could feel his father crawling to the bow.
"Where"s Mr. Grigsby? There"s room for him, too."
"He"s found a dry spot, he says. So he"ll stay out, as long as he can.
Go to sleep, now."
Charley tried. He heard his father settle himself with a grunt, and presently begin to breathe in a little snore. That was good, for his father was not well, yet, and ought to be resting. But Charley himself found it hard work to go to sleep. The wind soughed, the spray pelted, the rain hammered, and the ship staggered and quivered, while over the stern swayed the boat.
Suddenly, amidst the voices outside, along the deck, Charley caught a quick outcry near at hand, and a scuffle--the sc.r.a.pe of feet, and the thump of a body falling. The tones were those of Mr. Grigsby.
"What are you doing? Stand back!" Hard breathing--and the sound of a short struggle. "Now, be off--none of that, or I"ll put a hole through you! You dirty scoundrels! Thought you"d catch us, did you? Keep away, after this, or I"ll shoot on sight."
Charley attempted to sit up, and sc.r.a.ped his face on the low canvas.
His movement aroused his father.
"What"s the matter, Charley?"
"I don"t know. Mr. Grigsby was scolding somebody."
"What"s going on, Grigsby?" hallooed Mr. Adams. "Anything wrong?"
"No, not now. Go to sleep. Tell you in the morning."
"Need me?"
"Not a bit. It"s all over with. Just a prowler--and he won"t come again. Go to sleep."
"Well----" a.s.sented Mr. Adams. "Are you dry?"
"Dry as powder. Good-night."
"Good-night. But you"d better come in with us. Plenty of room."
"No, thank you. I"m comfortable."
Mr. Adams settled himself. Charley, his heart beating, waited, listening. But Mr. Grigsby spoke not again. The rain was lessening, too--and although the seas continued to pound, and the wind to sough, the storm seemed to be ceasing. Presently Charley dozed off, and when he awakened, it was morning. His father already had left, for he was not in the bow under the canvas. Charley hastily crawled out, into sunshine and a wide expanse of blue under which a gray green ocean tossed its racing white-caps.
The pa.s.sengers on the upper deck were astir, spreading out wet clothing and bedding, to hang them from the awning and the rails to dry.
Charley"s father and Mr. Grigsby were talking earnestly together, but checked themselves when they saw Charley emerge, and land on deck.
"Morning to you," greeted Mr. Grigsby. "Did you sleep well?"
"Fine," said Charley. "Did you? What was the matter in the night?"
"Yes; you can count on me to sleep in any kind of weather," answered Mr. Grigsby. And--"Shall we tell him?" he queried, of Mr. Adams.
Mr. Adams, who looked a little worried, nodded.
"Yes," he replied. "We might as well. He"s one of us."
"The truth is," resumed Mr. Grigsby, to Charley, "one of those three fellows tried to cut the boat down, in the night. But I caught him.
Here"s his knife."
"Which one was it?" gasped Charley, cold at the thought.
"Jacobs," said his father. "And lucky for us that he didn"t do it.
Mr. Grigsby has a sharp ear. Why, we wouldn"t have lasted a minute in that sea. Now, wasn"t that a cowardly thing even to think of?"
"I"d feared it," admitted Mr. Grigsby. "But it didn"t seem possible, in any human being. Last night was a good night for it--and I suppose the davits would have looked as though the boat had been torn loose by a sea. Whew! I ought to have shot the scoundrel without parleying."
"What"ll we do about it?" quavered Charley, sitting down hard on the bench. He felt weak.
"It"s all over with, so don"t be scared, boy," encouraged his father.
"A miss is as good as a mile, you know. We"re safe, after this. Oh, Mr. Grigsby and I"ve decided there"s little to be done. Of course, here"s the knife for evidence, and we"ll speak to the captain; but there"s nothing else to do. We have to look out for ourselves."
After breakfast Mr. Adams brought aft, not the captain, but the first mate. He was the same official who had objected to their using the boat at all.
"So you think somebody was bent on cutting that boat down, do you?" he queried, brusquely, of Mr. Grigsby.
"I don"t think so; I know it," returned Mr. Grigsby.
"How do you know it?"
"Because I knocked him down and took his knife."
"Do you know who it was?"
"His name is Jacobs."
"You can prove that, can you?"
"To my own satisfaction; yes."
"Well, I suppose you are aware that there are over a thousand pa.s.sengers aboard this boat, and several hundred have knives just like that one. You can prove nothing. I told you in the beginning that you occupied this boat at your own risk. So don"t bring your complaints forward. But if any damage is done to this boat you"ll be held responsible."
So speaking, the first mate turned on his heel and left. Charley saw his father flush angrily, but Mr. Grigsby only laughed.
"Let him go," he said. "We can do our own fighting."
A pa.s.senger standing near evidently had overheard the conversation, for he asked, quietly:
"Do I understand somebody tried to cut your boat down, last night?"
"Yes, sir."
"His name was Jacobs, wasn"t it?"