"And who is to sail the boat?" He added, "I am glad to see the rain. I hope it will still the wind; if it doesn"t, we shall have to try something else, that is all."
"Pray, when do you undertake to land us, Mr. Dodd?" inquired Mr.
Talboys, superciliously.
"Well, sir, if it does not blow any harder, about eight bells."
"Eight bells? Why, that means midnight," exclaimed Talboys.
"Wind and tide both dead against us," replied David, coolly.
"Oh, Mr. Dodd, tell me the truth: is there any danger?"
"Danger? Not that I see; but it is very uncomfortable, and unbecoming, for you to be beating to windward against the tide for so many hours, when you ought to be sitting on the sofa at home. However, next time you run out of port, I hope those that take charge of you will look to the almanac for the tide, and look to windward for the weather: Jack, the lugger lies nearer the wind than we do.
"A little, sir."
"Will you take the helm a minute, Mr. Talboys? and _you_ come forward and unbend this." The two sailors put their heads together amidships, and spoke in an undertone. "The wind is rising with the rain instead of falling."
""Seems so, sir."
"What do you think yourself?"
"Well, sir, it has been blowing harder and harder ever since we came out, and very steady."
"It will turn out one of those dry nor"easters, Jack."
"I shouldn"t wonder, sir. I wish she was cutter-rigged, sir. A boat has no business to be any other rig but cutter; there ought to be a nact o" parliam"t against these outlandish rigs."
"I don"t know; I have seen wonders done with this lateen rig in the Pacific."
"The lugger forereaches on us, sir."
"A little, but, for all that, I am glad she is on board our craft; we have got more beam, and, if it comes to the worst, we can run. The lugger can"t with her sharp stern. I"ll go to the helm."
Just as David was stepping aft to take the helm, a wave struck the boat hard on the weather bow, close to the gunwale, and sent a bucket of salt water flying all over him; he never turned his head even--took no more notice of it than a rock does when the sea spits at it. Lucy shrieked and crouched behind the tarpaulin. David took the helm, and, seeing Talboys white, said kindly: "Why don"t you go forward, sir, and make yourself snug under the folksel deck? she is sure to wet us abaft before we can make the land."
No. Talboys resisted his inclination and the deadly nausea that was creeping over him.
"Thank you, but I like to see what is going on; and" (with an heroic attempt at sea-slang) "I like a wet boat."
They now fell in with the lugger again lying on the opposite tack, and a hundred yards at least to windward.
Just before they crossed her wake David sang out to Jack:
"Our masts--are they sound?"
"Bran-new, sir; best Norway pine."
"What d"ye think?"
"Think we are wasting time and daylight."
"Then stand _by_ the main sheet."
"Yes, sir."
_"Slack_ the main sheet."
"Ay, ay, sir."
The boat instantly fell off into the wind, and, as she went round, David stood up in the stern-sheets and waved his cap to the men on board the lugger, who were watching him. The old man was seen to shake his head in answer to the signal, and point to his lug-sail standing flat as a board, and the next moment they parted company, and the lateen was running close-reefed before the wind.
Mr. Talboys was sitting collapsed in the lethargy that precedes seasickness. He started up. "What are you doing?" he shrieked.
"Keep quiet, sir, and don"t bother," said David, with calm sternness, and in his deepest tones.
"Pray don"t interfere with Mr. Dodd," said Lucy; "he must know best."
"You don"t see what he is doing, then," cried Talboys, wildly; "the madman is taking us out to sea."
"Are you taking us out to sea, Mr. Dodd?" inquired Lucy, with dismay.
"I am doing according to my judgment of tide and wind, and the abilities of the craft I am sailing," said David, firmly; "and on board my own craft I am skipper, and skipper I will be. Go forward, sir, if you please, and don"t speak except to obey orders."
Mr. Talboys, sick, despondent and sulky, went gloomily forward, coiled himself up under the forecastle deck, and was silent and motionless.
"Don"t send me," cried Lucy, "for I will not go. Nothing but your eye keeps up my courage. I don"t mind the water," added she, hastily and a little timidly, anxious to meet every reason that could be urged for imprisoning her in the forecastle hold.
"You are all right where you are, miss," said Jack, cheerfully; "we shan"t have no more spray come aboard us; it won"t come in by the can full if it doesn"t come by the ton."
"Will you belay your jaw?" roared David, in a fury that Lucy did not comprehend at the time. "What a set of tarnation babblers in one little boat."
"I won"t speak any more, Mr. Dodd; I won"t speak."
"Bless your heart, it isn"t you I meant. "Twould be hard if a lady might not put her word in. But a man is different. I do love to see a man belay his jaw, and wait for orders, and then do his duty; hoist the mainsel, you!"
"Ay, ay, sir."
"Shake out a couple of reefs."
"Ay, ay, sir."
And the lateen spread both her great wings like an albatross, and leaped and plunged, and flew before the mighty gale.
CHAPTER XVIII.
"THIS is nice. The boat does not upset or tumble as it did. It only courtesies and plunges. I like it."