Aided by the Chileno seamen, Cheyne and the four natives soon cleared the boat of the livestock and fruit, whilst Ryan, who had not yet asked his visitors below, continued to talk to them on deck, although he told one of the crew, whom he addressed as "steward," to bring up refreshments.
"Now, captain," continued Frewen, speaking in the most friendly manner, "you must set to and tow your ship away from here as quietly as possible, or you will go ash.o.r.e if this calm lasts. You can"t anchor anywhere near here, the water is too deep."
"Perhaps you will help me? I am short-handed. Twelve of my crew took the longboat and deserted from me during the voyage, and I am in a tight place."
"Oh, well, captain, we must try and help you out of it to the best of our ability." He raised his gla.s.s. "I am glad to have met you, Captain------," and he paused.
"Ryan is my name. The ship is the _Esmeralda_."
"And a beautiful ship she is, too. You must be proud to command such a splendid vessel, sir."
"She is a fine ship," was the brief reply. "Now will you please tell me how you are going to help me?"
CHAPTER VIII
Frewen seemed to think for a moment or two ere he replied; then he looked at Raymond inquiringly.
"How long would it take to send to Falealili,{*} and ask Tom Morton, the trader, to come with his two boats and help the captain?" he asked.
* A large native town on the south side of Upolu.
"A day at least--too long altogether with such a strong current setting the ship towards the reef."
"Ah, yes, I daresay it would," he said meditatively; then, as if struck with a sudden inspiration, he added quickly, "What about Malie? He has any number of boats--a dozen at least."
"Just the man!" replied Raymond. "He will let the captain have all the boats and men to man them that are wanted--but he"ll want to be paid for it."
"Certainly," interrupted the mutineer, who little imagined how adroitly he was being meshed. "I"ll pay anything reasonable. Who is he?"
"Oh, he is a big chief living quite near me, and a decent enough fellow.
He has a number of large native-built boats. The natives call them _taumualua_, which means sharp at both ends.{*} They seat from six to eight paddlers on each side. Five, or even four such boats, well manned, would make the ship move along. Three or four hours" towing will put her into the edge of the counter current setting to the south and eastward away from the land, and then she"ll be out of danger, no matter how long the calm lasts."
In a few minutes it was decided that the boat should return to the sh.o.r.e, where Raymond was to see the chief and arrange with him to provide five or six well-manned _taunwalua_, which Frewen said should be alongside to receive the tow-lines within two or three hours.
As he (Frewen) was about to go over the side Ryan made a half apology for the ship"s crew carrying arms, at which the young man smiled and said--
"Oh, a good many captains that touch at Samoa for the first time keep their crews armed, imagining the natives might try to cut them off. But the Samoans are a different kind of people to the savages of the Western Pacific; there has only been one ship cut off in this group, and that must have occurred fifty years ago."{**}
* These boats are usually built from the wood of the breadfruit-tree. Not a single nail is used in their construction; every plank is joined to its fellow by lashings of coconut fibre.
** A fact.
Just as he had taken his seat beside Raymond and Cheyne, the Greek said politely--
"If there is no necessity for both of you gentlemen to go on sh.o.r.e again, won"t one of you stay on board and have some supper?"
This was just the invitation that Frewen was looking for, but he appeared to hesitate for a moment or two.
"Thank you, captain, I think I will. There is certainly nothing for me to do on sh.o.r.e that my partner cannot do as well or better than myself.
And I should like to hear any news from Europe that you may have to tell."
As he clambered up the side again the boat pushed off, and the stalwart native crew sent her, now she was lightened of her load of provisions, skimming through the water.
When the American returned to the quarter-deck, Ryan introduced to him "Mr. Foster, my second mate," and added that in addition to the misfortune of losing twelve of his crew when coming through the Paumotu Group, his chief officer had accidentally shot himself, and shattered his collar-bone.
"Indeed!" said Frewen, with an air of concern, instantly surmising that the injured man was either Almanza or the Chileno sailor whom Villari had shot. "Is he getting on all right?"
"Not at all well--and unfortunately I do not know anything about a fractured collar-bone."
Frewen replied, with perfect truth, that he had seen several broken collar-bones. Perhaps he might be of a.s.sistance.
"Captain Ryan" thanked him, and said he would at once go down, see how the injured man was getting on, and would send for him in ten minutes or so. Meanwhile would Mr. Frewen join Mr. Foster in a gla.s.s of wine.
The young whaling officer sat down near the skylight, and as the dark-faced, dirty-looking ruffian seated opposite pa.s.sed him, with an amiable grin, a decanter of excellent sherry, wondered which of the two Levantines was the greater cut-throat of the two. Ryan, as he called himself, was somewhat of a dandy. He did not wear ear-rings; and Villari"s clothes--which fitted him very well--made him look as if he had been used to dress well all his life. Foster, on the other hand, who was arrayed in poor Marston"s garments, was the typical Greek seaman one might meet any day in almost any seaport town of importance. He was a fairly tall man, well and powerfully built, but his hawk-like and truculent visage inspired the American with a deeper aversion than that with which he regarded Ryan--who, however, was in reality the more tigerish-natured of the two.
As they sat talking, Frewen happened to look along the deck for"ard, and caught sight of a seaman with the lower part of his face bandaged.
He was standing at the galley door talking to some one inside, but happening to see the American looking at him, he hurriedly slipped round the for"ard end of the galley out of sight.
"Ah," thought Frewen, "that is the other fellow that Villari put out of action--the man below is Almansa."
His surmise he found was correct, for at the end of a quarter of an hour, Ryan, who had been giving Almansa all the news in the interval, appeared and asked him to come below and see the chief officer. He led the way below, and entering the officer"s cabin, said--
"Here is the gentleman from the sh.o.r.e, Mr. Almanza. Let him see your hurt."
The leader of the mutineers was evidently in great pain, and feverish as well, and Frewen in a few seconds found by examination that a splinter of the fractured bone had been driven into the muscles of the shoulder, where it seemed to be firmly embedded, although one end of it could almost be felt by gentle pressure, so close was it under the skin. The bullet itself had come out at the side of the neck.
Telling them that, although he was no doctor, he was sure that it was most important that the splinter of bone should be removed, he offered to attempt it. The fractured collar-bone, he a.s.sured them, would knit of itself if the patient kept quiet.
In those days the medicine chests of even fine ships like the _Esmeralda_ were but poorly equipped, when contrasted with those to be found on much smaller vessels thirty years later, when antiseptic surgery and anaesthetics were beginning to be understood. But Almanza, who was in agony, begged the visitor to do what he could; and without further hesitation, Frewen took from the medicine chest what he considered was the most suitable knife, made an incision, and in less than five minutes had the splintered piece of bone out. Then came the agonising but effective sailor"s styptic--cotton wool soaked in Friar"s Balsam.
Almanza tried to murmur his thanks, but feinted, and when he came to again, he found himself much freer from pain, and the poor negro steward"s successor standing beside him with a tumbler of wine and water.
"You must keep very quiet," said Frewen, as he turned to leave the room, speaking coldly, for although he was very sympathetic with any one suffering pain, he could not but remember what the man before him had done.
Returning on deck, he found Foster and Ryan talking on the p.o.o.p, whilst the crew of Chilenos were sitting about on the hatches eating pineapples and bananas, and drinking coconuts. Even a non-seafaring man would have thought that there was a lack of discipline displayed, but Frewen, whose life had been spent on whaleships where the slightest liberty on the part of foc"sle hands towards the after-guard meets with swift and stern punishment, felt as if he would have liked to have kicked them all in turn, and then collectively.
"Never mind," he thought to himself, "I trust they are all reserved for higher things--they all deserve the gallows, and I sincerely trust they will get it."
Both Ryan and Foster, he could see, had not the slightest doubt of his and Raymond"s _bona-fides_, and at supper both men were extremely affable to him. At the same time he thought he could perceive that they were anxious as to what had become of the captain"s boat, for they asked him casually if there was any shipping at Apia, or at any of the other ports in the group.
"Only the usual local trading vessels," he replied. "Whenever a stranger comes in--even if it is only a native craft--I get the news at my place by runners in an hour or two."
And Almanza"s mind, too, was at rest, for when he was groaning in agony in his bank, and he was told that a boat from the sh.o.r.e was coming alongside, he had started up and reached for his pistols. But Ryan had satisfied him completely.
"We could have shot every one of them before the boat came alongside, had we wanted to, _amigo_," he said.