"In the sea."
"Well," said Whitney as the fisherman joined them, "I wish I knew what we ought to do with him. We can"t stay here."
This was obvious; for the tide was already flowing past their feet. As they stood a moment, puzzling, they heard a hail and saw the white boat pulling slowly toward them against the stream. She struck the sand and a man in uniform jumped out.
"I see you have got one of them," he said. "Do you know him?"
"I never saw him before," Andrew answered. "Where"s the other?"
"Gone down, I think. We saw him trying to swim, but the tide swept him up the gut, and when we were getting close he disappeared. We pulled round the spot, but saw nothing. No doubt, he"d have on his oilskins and sea-boots."
"Well, this fellow"s hurt. Will you take him?"
"Certainly. And you"d better come with us. You"re Mr. Johnstone, I suppose. We were told to look out for you. We launched our gig as soon as we saw your flare."
Andrew said that he must get back to his boat and barely would have time enough to do so; and after a hurried account of the affair, he set off across the sands with his companions. Though they lost sight of the water presently, they made the best pace they could, and the Annan man, whom Andrew had recognized, related d.i.c.k"s attempt to join him.
"It"s as weel, Mr. Johnstone stayed behind," he concluded. "I"m thinking it was the fellow ye caught who set your dinghy adrift and he"d maybe have a mate hanging roon the _Nance_."
When they came down to the channel, the tide was rising fast and the _Nance_ had gone. The other boat was floating, but was held by the anchor the fisherman had carried up the bank. There was no answer to their hail and Andrew plunged into the water.
"Mr. Johnstone"s nae doot in the den. He wasna" looking weel," said the fisherman.
Andrew was on board in a few moments, and as he looked into the forecastle while the others pulled the boat ash.o.r.e, it was with relief that he heard d.i.c.k"s voice.
"Got back all right, old man?"
"Yes; we owe that to you."
"I"m glad," said d.i.c.k. "You might help me out; I"m not sure I could get through the hatch."
Andrew noted that his voice was faint and strained, and he felt disturbed when he saw how helpless the boy was when with some trouble they lifted him through the narrow scuttle and put him down on the floorings.
"Don"t talk any more," Andrew said; and turned to the fisherman.
"Scull her off to the yacht as fast as possible!"
They were alongside in a few minutes and soon had d.i.c.k on a locker in the cabin.
"Give me some whisky," he gasped. "I think I"m pretty bad."
"We"ll soon run up the Firth and put you in a doctor"s hands," Andrew replied, as he held a gla.s.s to his lips.
d.i.c.k drained it, and then was silent for a minute or two.
"Andrew," he said finally, "there"s something to talk about. You see, I"m not sure I"ll get over this."
"Rot!" Andrew exclaimed gruffly, trying to hide his alarm. "You"ve been as bad before."
"No; not quite. But wait--"
d.i.c.k closed his eyes, and Andrew saw his fears reflected in Whitney"s look. d.i.c.k"s face was chalky-white and haggard, and they noted his labored breathing.
The tide splashed against the yacht"s planks, the halyards had begun to tap against the mast, and there was a sharp rattle of blocks as the fisherman hoisted sail. They let him go and sat watching d.i.c.k from the opposite locker. Presently he looked up.
"Think I can talk a bit now. You"ll have Appleyard, Andrew, if I don"t get well. There"s nothing to be said about that, because you"ll look after it much better than I should have done. Still, you"ll keep the old hands until you can pension them; and there"s Bob, my old pony--I shouldn"t like him sold."
"You"re taking too much for granted, d.i.c.k," Andrew replied. "You knocked yourself out in hurrying down here to warn me, but you"ll be all right again in a few days."
"I know you hope so. It"s possible, too; but we"ll get things straightened up. Of course, Appleyard is Mrs. Woodhouse"s home--she"s not responsible for her brother, you know. Elsie will keep everything right unless she marries." d.i.c.k paused and looked at Andrew with a feeble smile. "She may, you know."
Andrew turned his head, and after a minute, d.i.c.k went on:
"I"d like my debts paid off, but the estate must not be robbed. If you open my desk, you"ll find an old pocket-book. It will show you what I actually got. Pin them down to that. Now give me a little more whisky."
d.i.c.k rested for a short while before he continued.
"You see, I did get their money, though not all that the notes called for--and they"ll have some trouble about the insurance."
"Ah!" Andrew interrupted. "How"s that? But you"d better not bother about it now."
"I may not be able to bother later," d.i.c.k smiled. "When I got the doctor"s warning I was very hard up, so I went to the insurance people and asked how much they"d let me have if I surrendered the policy.
Well, though they asked a lot of questions, we didn"t come to terms.
It seemed the other fellows were ent.i.tled to benefit; but something wasn"t straight and I think the office will dispute their claim. I felt amused about it now and then; but they mustn"t lose what they really lent."
"I"ll see to that," said Andrew, "Now, you lie quiet and Whitney will look after you while I take her up the Firth. A doctor must see you as soon as possible. Perhaps it will help things if you can go to sleep."
Andrew went on deck, and after weighing anchor and making sail he sat at the helm, lost in disturbing thought, while the _Rowan_ stood up-channel.
CHAPTER x.x.x
THE NET
It was a calm, dark night and the trawler"s engines ran at half speed as she closed with the land. The badge of a British steam-fishing company was painted on her funnel, and a correct registration number appeared in bold, white figures on her bows; but she carried no lights and her crew were not Englishmen. Ahead, formless black hillsides faded into the gloom, but the skipper, provided with the latest Admiralty chart, knew his bearings and the leadsman had found the depth of water he expected.
A plume of vapor trailed away from her escape-pipe, for, as she moved slowly sh.o.r.eward with the flood, the engines could not take all the steam it was prudent to raise. After a time, a light twinkled upon the unseen beach, went out, and shone again; and the skipper, ordering another cast of the lead, made a quick calculation. The tide would rise for an hour yet and there was already two feet more water than his vessel drew in the channel he must enter. Then the lookout reported a buoy ahead, and he rang his telegraph for more speed. He was in the channel now and another buoy farther on would warn him of the only dangerous bend. He was anxious to pick up his cargo and get to sea again.
Moving sh.o.r.eward faster, the vessel faded into the gloom of the land; but the beat of engines and the splash of displaced water travel far on a calm night, and men with keen ears were listening for these sounds on board a powerful steam-launch two miles away. She traveled at a moderate speed, towing a big, white gig filled with coastguards, but her crew were navy men. A smart young lieutenant held the wheel, trying to remember the soundings, bearings, and courses he had studied so carefully. They were hard to check, particularly as the flood-tide swept him along, but he was glad to remember that three feet of water was enough for him.
Presently he stopped the engine and listened. At first, he could hear only the ripple of the tide across some hidden shoal and the wash of the languid swell upon the invisible beach; but after a time a measured thud came out of the distance, and he knew that it was the beat of a steamer"s screw.
"Between us and the land, I think," he said.
"Yes, sir; about two miles off," agreed the second officer.