A long and tedious night was before him, even though the perils of a gale should not be added to his present trials. The steward, at his request, brought him up an oil-cloth coat belonging to Captain Gordon, and thus protected from the penetrating mist, he gave himself up to the long and anxious watch before him.
Darkness came down upon them, and the Flyaway still rolled and pitched in the heavy head-sea. The wind did not sensibly increase, and Paul dared to hope that the gale would not break upon them. At nine o"clock he bade half the boys go below and turn in, a.s.suring them they would be called at one o"clock. The order was obeyed, but not one of the boys could sleep until nearly half of their watch below had expired.
Hour after hour Paul kept his position at the helm, till the clock in the cabin indicated midnight. The watch on deck had taken turns at the lookout on the bowsprit. No event had occurred to disturb the monotony of the scene, except that they narrowly escaped being run down by a large schooner. The fog had begun to dissipate, and by one o"clock they had pa.s.sed entirely out of it; but the wind had increased in violence, and at this time it blew a fresh gale.
All hands were called up, and after an hour of hard labor, the jib and mainsail were taken in, and the reefed foresail set. Now, though the wind blew a gale, the Flyaway behaved so well that Paul ventured to send the watch which had served from nine o"clock below. At four o"clock, the yacht having run ten hours to the eastward, the clouds began to disperse, the wind suddenly abated, till it became almost a calm, and there was every appearance of fair weather. At this time Paul put the Flyaway about, and laid her course due west.
CHAPTER XX.
PAUL EXERCISES A STRONG MORAL INFLUENCE.
At sunrise the sky was clear, and there was not a particle of fog to be seen in any direction; but the wind had all died out, and there was a perfect calm upon the ocean. The yacht was out of sight of land, and Paul judged that she was from eighty to a hundred miles to the eastward of the Isles of Shoals. There was not a sail to be seen, and the crew were awed by the feeling that they were alone upon the ocean. Perhaps not one of them had ever been out of sight of land before, and many of them had serious doubts whether they should ever see the sh.o.r.e again.
After the Flyaway had rolled and pitched for an hour in the heavy sea that still prevailed, a breeze sprang up from the southwest. The bonnet was rove on the jib, and the yacht began to dash merrily over the waves.
Paul ate his breakfast, and remained on deck till nine o"clock, though he was almost exhausted by the fatigue and incessant watching of the previous night; but he had trained Tom and Frank so that they could steer by compa.s.s, and at the suggestion of the former, he went below to obtain the sleep he so much needed.
As the wind continued to blow steadily from the southwest, the yacht held her course, and the young commander was permitted to sleep till two o"clock in the afternoon, when, much refreshed, he again appeared on deck. Land was in sight over the weather bow, and the boys were in excellent spirits--or rather would have been, if the record of their misconduct could have been obliterated. Frank and Tom had recovered their wonted cheerfulness, and when they sighted the land, had begun to think of the probable consequences of the mutiny in which they had been the ringleaders. It was clear enough that Captain Gordon would immediately return home, when he recovered possession of the yacht. The cruise was, therefore, about up, if they returned to the port from which they had sailed; and strange as it may seem, Frank was actually trying to persuade his companions to run for Portland.
They had all enjoyed their sail during the day, and been pleased with the novelty of their situation. It was not pleasant for them to think of the frowns of Captain Gordon, and of being compelled to sail at once for home. A majority of them would have been in favor of continuing the cruise, if that oppressive sense of having done wrong had not operated against the scheme. But the most the adventurous leader--brave and skilful now that it was fine weather and plain sailing--could accomplish, was to induce the others to consent if Paul would agree to the plan.
"Of course he won"t agree," replied Frank, pettishly. "There are enough of us to have our own way about it."
"You had your own way yesterday, and we came within one of being wrecked," said one of them.
"That wasn"t my fault," growled Frank.
"Whose fault was it, then?" demanded Tom.
"Yours, of course; didn"t you put the helm the wrong way when I told you to put it hard-a-lee?"
"And you let go the jib sheet long before you ought to have done so.
That"s what made all the trouble. If it hadn"t been for Paul, some of us would not have been here to talk about it now."
"You are a s.p.u.n.ky fellow, Tom," sneered Frank.
"So are you, when there is no danger near."
"How many fellows will go to Portland?" asked Frank, desperately.
There was no response, and the conversation was here interrupted by the appearance of Paul. There were enough of them who would gladly have seen the bow of the Flyaway pointed to the north, instead of the west, but the influence of Paul was so powerful that no one but Frank would consent to take the command from him.
"What land is that?" asked Tom, as the skipper joined the group in the standing room.
"The Isles of Shoals. Keep her away a couple of points, Frank," replied Paul.
"I shall keep her as I think best," answered Frank, gruffly; for he was smarting under the disappointment he had just experienced.
"Are you going to run her on the island?" said Paul, astonished at the rude answer he had received.
"I don"t know as it is any more your business than mine where I run her."
"What is the matter, Frank? What ails you? What makes you so ill-natured? I hope I haven"t done anything to give you reason for any ill feeling."
"He wants us to go to Portland," said one of the crew.
"I thought you had got enough of cruising on your own hook," added Paul, with a smile.
"I"m not going back to be snubbed by old Gordon; and the rest of the fellows wouldn"t, if they had any s.p.u.n.k at all. Come, Tom, let"s keep her away for Portland."
"I will not," replied Tom, decidedly; "at least, I will not unless Paul thinks we had better go there."
"I do not think so," interposed Paul. "You have done wrong, and all of you had better get in the right path as soon as possible."
"I am willing," said Tom.
"So am I," replied half a dozen others.
"The fact is, fellows," continued Tom, very earnestly, "I have had a lesson which will last me as long as I live. This is the meanest sc.r.a.pe I was ever concerned in, and when I get out of it I will try to do better. You needn"t grin, Frank Thompson; I am ashamed of what I have done, and I confess that I am heartily sorry for it. I did more thinking last night than I ever did in seven years before."
"Humph!" sneered Frank.
"I don"t care what you say, Frank; if it is in my power to reform my life, I mean to do it."
Tom continued his remarks in quite an eloquent strain, declaring that, in the perils of the stormy night through which they had pa.s.sed, he had thought of all the wrong he had ever done, and resolved to be a better boy. Above all things, he said, he had learned the necessity of obedience; and that because he had refused to obey Captain Gordon, he had been glad to obey the orders of Paul Duncan, a boy like himself.
"That schooner is bearing down upon us," said Samuel Nason, pointing to a vessel over the weather quarter.
The stranger was evidently a fisherman, and had now approached within hail of the Flyaway. In a few moments more she had come near enough to enable the boys to distinguish the persons of those on board of her.
"Captain Littleton!" exclaimed Tom, who was the first to recognize him.
"Ease off the jib sheet!" shouted Frank, as he cast off the main sheet himself, and put the helm up, so as to carry the yacht away from the schooner.
"What are you doing?" demanded Paul.
"Do you think I am going to throw myself into the hands of Captain Littleton and old Gordon? I"ll bet I ain"t," replied Frank.
"What are you going to do?" asked Tom.
"Get out of his way, of course; the Flyaway can outsail that craft, and we may as well have our cruise out as be snubbed by any of "em. Ease off that jib sheet, I say. Come, Tom, show your s.p.u.n.k."
"I will, but in a little different way from what you want," said Tom, seizing the helm, and attempting to restore the yacht to her former course.
"No, you don"t," growled Frank, dealing him a heavy blow, which Tom promptly returned; and then commenced a struggle between them for the possession of the tiller.