"Take the wheel, Mr. Jones." I had had it for a minute.
"On deck, everybody!" The men came tumbling up in lively fashion. They could have heard our Skipper on board the other vessel.
"Jump to the lee braces, men! Brace everything sharp up! Get a small pull of the spanker sheet! Haul all the bow lines! Let her luff! Luff, you beggar! Bring her close by the wind!"
The Captain stood, his chin raised in the air, his eyes on the yards.
"Well! The main yard!" The men ceased hauling, and belayed the braces.
"Well! The maintops"l yard. Belay the lee braces!"
"Do you think we"ll get ahead of that other ship?" said Cynthia.
I looked critically to windward.
"No, I don"t," said I.
"Then what will happen?"
"Depends on the other fellow; if----"
"Think we might weather the nubbles, Mr. Jones?" And then, before I could answer, "Ready about!" he roared.
"Ay, ay, sir!"
"He"s bound to catch us on this tack," confided I into the funnel as I ran to my station.
The men ran willingly to obey the orders; all but Tomkins.
"Blank you, Tomkins! why don"t you move? Got rheumatism, or what? Why don"t those sails fill? Darn it all! We"re in irons. No, there she goes!
We"re forging ahead. Think I"ll run for that cove when we tack again.
Might stand "em off with two four-poun----"
The Skipper was interrupted. He stood with open mouth, from which no sound issued. We were all, as we stood, swayed slowly forward, then as slowly backward, with a motion that made me sick and dizzy. There was a shaking of the hull, an ominous creaking of the masts, as the Yankee Blade careened slightly and stood still. At that moment a shot struck the foremast, cutting it in two. It fell to leeward, a ma.s.s of splintered wood and tangled rigging. The crashing of the top into the water sent the foam flying over us.
"He wants you to stop," said Cynthia.
"Well, haven"t I?" said the Skipper dryly.
"Yes, you have certainly," answered Cynthia in a tone of conviction. The Skipper turned on Cynthia in a sudden rage.
"Can"t you cry or do something? Why don"t you act womanly. I wish to G.o.d you was home with your Aunt Mary "Zekel!"
The Skipper seemed to have lost his nerve.
"What shall we do, Jones? Cut away the mast, I suppose."
"Better lower some boats, sir, at once," said I. "We"re no match for them."
Cynthia had the gla.s.s raised to her eyes.
"They"re getting out a boat," she said.
"Let me see."
The Skipper seized the spygla.s.s from Cynthia so roughly that he pulled her sunbonnet from her head. She stood beside him bareheaded, the gentle tropic breeze blowing her hair into a thousand little brown rings. I ran close to her as I was hurrying to get the boats lowered. Her mouth was set, as if she did not fancy her Uncle"s rough treatment.
"He doesn"t mean it, Miss Archer," I said in as sympathetic a tone as I could command. "He"s worried and----"
"You need not apologize to me for my Uncle, Mr. Jones. We understand each other thoroughly." She went up to the old man and laid her hand upon his shoulder. He shook it off impatiently.
"Lower a boat, Mr. Jones!" he said. "Lower a boat at once!"
Cynthia put on her sunbonnet to hide, I thought, her mortification.
"I have given the order, sir," said I. "Better lower two, sir. The men don"t want to be captured any more than we do."
"Couldn"t wish the stranger any worse luck than to capture them all, Cook included," said the Skipper with a scowl at the men.
"I guess they did their best, Captain," said I, in a louder voice than was necessary, with an eye to a possible future.
"Don"t answer me, Mr. Jones! Get a boat down!"
"Lay aft there to lower the dinghy! Stand by!"
"How can you worry Uncle so, Mr. Jones, when you know how----"
Two or three of the men lay aft with alacrity at my order. Among them was Tomkins. He worked with a will.
"Where"s Ned Chudleigh?" asked the Skipper.
"In the foc"s"l, sir," said the Bo"s"n.
"Send him up here. On deck, everybody!"
"Says he"s sick, sir."
"Sick, is he? Guess he"ll be sick before we"ve--Why don"t you get out that boat, you rascals?"
"Shall we lower a third one, Captain?" said I. The sh.o.r.e looked inhospitable. We might as well be on the right side of the men.
"Bear a hand there, whatever you do! They"ve got their boat in the water. The men are climbing down the falls now. Put a cask of salt pork under the thwarts, Mr. Jones, and a breaker of water."
I gave the order, and added thereto a bag of hard bread, some coffee, tea, and sugar. I saw that the Bo"s"n was adding the necessary utensils.
Cynthia watched these preparations with disapproving mien. She came over to where I stood, her eyes flashing fire.
"Do you mean to tell me," she asked fiercely, "that you"ll run from those letter-of-marque people without even a struggle? There are all my sh.e.l.ls and that West Indian dress of mine down in my box. Do you intend to let them be taken without so much as----"
"I"m not Captain of this craft," said I, "but he"s doing the only----"