"Cal"late it does; but it don"t explain why they left her. She ain"t leakin" none to speak of, that"s sure. Rides"s light"s a feather.
Christmas! look at them decks; dirty hogs, whoever they was."
The decks were dirty, and the sails, sloppily furled, were dirty likewise. The brig, as she rolled and jerked at her anchor rope, was dirty--and unkempt from stem to stern. To Ellery"s mind she made a lonesome picture, even under the clear, winter sky and bright sunshine.
Thoph led the way aft. The cabin companion door was open and they peered down.
"Phew!" sniffed Burgess. "She ain"t no cologne bottle, is she? Well, come on below and let"s see what"ll we see."
The cabin was a "mess," as Bill expressed it. The floor was covered with scattered heaps of riff-raff, oilskins, coats, empty bottles, and papers. On the table a box stood, its hinged lid thrown back.
"Medicine chest," said Burgess, examining it. "And rum bottles aplenty.
Somebody"s been sick, I shouldn"t wonder."
The minister opened the door of one of the little staterooms. The light which shone through the dirty and tightly closed "bull"s-eye" window showed a tumbled bunk, the blankets soiled and streaked. The smell was stifling.
"Say, fellers," whispered Thoph, "I don"t like this much myself. I"m for gettin" on deck where the air"s better. Somethin"s happened aboard this craft, somethin" serious."
Charlie and Bill nodded an emphatic affirmative.
"Hadn"t we better look about a little more?" asked Ellery. "There"s another stateroom there."
He opened the door of it as he spoke. It was, if possible, in a worse condition than the first. And the odor was even more overpowering.
"Skipper"s room," observed Burgess, peeping in. "And that bunk ain"t been slept in for weeks. See the mildew on them clothes. Phew! I"m fair sick to my stomach. Come out of this."
On deck, in the sunlight, they held another consultation.
"Queerest business ever I see," observed Charlie. "I never--"
"I see somethin" like it once," interrupted Bill. "Down in the Gulf "twas. I was on the old Fishhawk. Eben Salters"s dad from over to Bayport skippered her. We picked up a West Injy schooner, derelict, abandoned same as this one, but not anch.o.r.ed, of course. Yeller jack was the trouble aboard her and--Where you bound, Thoph?"
"Goin" to take a squint at the fo"castle," replied Theophilus, moving forward. The minister followed him.
The fo"castle hatchway was black and grim. Ellery knelt and peered down.
Here there was practically no light at all and the air was fouler than that in the cabin.
"See anything, Mr. Ellery?" asked Thoph, looking over his shoulder.
"No, I don"t see anything. But I thought--"
He seemed to be listening.
"What did you think?"
"Nothing. I--"
"Hold on! you ain"t goin" down there, be you? I wouldn"t. No tellin"
what you might find. Well, all right. I ain"t curious. I"ll stay up here and you can report."
He stepped over and leaned against the rail. Bill came across the deck and joined him.
"Where"s Charlie?" asked Thoph.
"Gone back to the cabin," was the answer. "Thought likely he might find some of her papers or somethin" to put us on the track. I told him to heave ahead; I didn"t want no part of it. Too much like that yeller-jack schooner to suit me. What"s become of the parson?"
Thoph pointed to the open hatch.
"Down yonder, explorin" the fo"castle," he replied. "He can have the job, for all me. Phew! Say, Bill, what IS this we"ve struck, anyhow?"
Ellery descended the almost perpendicular ladder gingerly, holding on with both hands. At its foot he stopped and tried to accustom his eyes to the darkness.
A room perhaps ten feet long, so much he could make out. The floor strewn, like that of the cabin, with heaps of clothing and odds and ends. More shapes of clothes hanging up and swaying with the roll of the brig. A little window high up at the end, black with dirt. And cavities, bunks in rows, along the walls. A horrible hole.
He took a step toward the center of the room, bending his head to avoid hitting the fo"castle lantern. Then in one of the bunks something stirred, something alive. He started violently, controlled himself with an effort, and stumbled toward the sound.
"What is it?" he whispered. "Who is it? Is anyone there?"
A groan answered him. Then a voice, weak and quavering, said:
"Gimme a drink! Gimme a drink! Can"t none of you G.o.d-forsaken devils give me a drink?"
He stooped over the bunk. A man was lying in it, crumpled into a dreadful heap. He stooped lower, looked, and saw the man"s face.
There was a shout from the deck, or, rather, a yell. Then more yells and the sound of running feet.
"Mr. Ellery!" screamed Burgess, at the hatchway. "Mr. Ellery, for the Almighty"s sake, come up here! Come out of that this minute. Quick!"
The minister knew what was coming, was sure of it as he stepped to the foot of the ladder, had known it the instant he saw that face.
"Mr. Ellery!" shrieked Burgess. "Mr. Ellery, are you there?"
"Yes, I"m here," answered the minister, slowly. He was fighting with all his might to keep his nerves under control. His impulse was to leap up those steps, rush across that deck, spring into the dory and row, anywhere to get away from the horror of that forecastle.
"Come up!" called Burgess. "Hurry! It"s the smallpox! The darned hooker"s rotten with it. For G.o.d sakes, come quick!"
He ran to the rail, yelling order to Bill and Thoph, who were frantically busy with the dory. Ellery began to climb the ladder. His head emerged into the clean, sweet air blowing across the deck. He drew a breath to the very bottom of his lungs.
Then from behind and below him came the voice again.
"Gimme a drink!" it wailed. "Gimme a drink of water. Ain"t one of you cussed swabs got decency enough to fetch me a drink? I"m dyin" for a drink, I tell you. I"m dyin"!"
The minister stood still, his feet on the ladder. The three men by the rail were working like mad, their faces livid under the sunburn and their hands trembling. They pushed each other about and swore. They were not cowards, either. Ellery knew them well enough to know that. Burgess had, that very winter, pulled a skiff through broken ice in the face of a wicked no"theaster to rescue an old neighbor whose dory had been capsized in the bay while he was hauling lobster pots. But now Burgess was as scared as the rest.
Thoph and Bill sprang over the rail into the boat. Burgess turned and beckoned to Ellery.
"Come on!" he called. "What are you waitin" for?"
The minister remained where he was.