"Oh, my shoulder! Dog-gone it all, my shoulder!" cried Beardsley, placing the instep of his left foot behind his right knee and hopping about as if it were the lower portion of his anatomy that had been injured instead of the upper. "She"s got a steam ingine aboard of her, and them oars of her"n was only meant for snooping up and down the coast quiet and still" so"t n.o.body couldn"t hear "em. We"re gone this time, Morgan; and I tell you that for a fact!"
The moment Marcy Gray recovered his feet he made an effort to pick up the gla.s.s that had fallen from his grasp, but to his surprise, his left hand refused to obey his will. When he made a second attempt, he found that he could not move his hand at all unless he raised his arm at the shoulder. He was not conscious of much pain, although he afterward said that his arm felt a good deal as it did when d.i.c.k Graham accidentally hit his biceps with a swiftly pitched ball. But his right hand was all right, and with it he s.n.a.t.c.hed up the gla.s.s and levied it at the Inlet, which to his great delight he could plainly see straight ahead.
"Mind what you are about, Captain," said he, as soon as he could induce the man to stand still and listen to him. "That first buoy is a black one, and you want to leave it to port. If you keep on as you are holding now you will leave it to starboard, and that will run you hard and fast aground."
"Don"t make much odds which way we go," whined Beardsley, holding fast to his elbow with one hand and to his shoulder with the other. "Just look what them Yankees is a doing!"
The captain became utterly disheartened when he saw that his plan for sinking the launch and making good his escape into the Inlet was going to end in failure, and Marcy did not blame him for it. The officer in command of the small boat, whoever he might be, was a determined and active fellow; his crew were picked men; his little craft was a "trotter," and he knew how to handle both of them. He had been sent out by one of the blockading squadron to patrol the coast and watch for just such vessels as the _Hattie_ was, and although he had steam up all the while, he used his twenty-four m.u.f.fled oars, twelve on a side, as his motive power; and this enabled him to slip along the coast without making the least sound to betray his presence. As luck would have it, he had not discovered Crooked Inlet. If he had, he would have lifted the buoys, and it might have led to extra watchfulness on the part of the blockading fleet. But he had discovered the _Hattie_ and his actions proved that he did not mean to let her escape if he could help it.
CHAPTER VII.
THE MATE"S LUCKY SHOT.
"Just look what them Yankees is a doing now," repeated Captain Beardsley; and when Marcy turned his eyes from the warning buoy to the launch, he saw that the latter was scuttling rapidly out of harm"s way; that her bow was swinging around so that she would pa.s.s by within less than a hundred feet of the schooner; that the oars had been dropped overboard, and were dragging alongside by the lanyards that were fastened to them; that some of the crew had arisen to their feet and stood facing the _Hattie_; and that the rest were busy with the howitzer in the bow.
"Heave to, or we"ll cut you all to pieces!" shouted the officer in command; and Marcy could see him plainly now, for he stood erect in the stern-sheets with a boat-cloak around him. "We"ll send canister and rifle b.a.l.l.s into you next time, and they"ll come so thick that they won"t leave so much as a ratline of you. Heave to, I say!"
At this juncture a rifle or pistol shot, Marcy could not tell which it was, sounded from the schooner"s quarter-deck, and the plucky officer was seen to throw his hands above his head, grasp wildly at the empty air for a moment, and then disappear over the side of the launch. In an instant all was confusion among the blue-jackets. The c.o.xswain, who of course was left in command, shouted to the engineer to shut off steam, to the crew to drop their muskets and pick up their oars, and to the captain of the howitzer to cut loose with his load of canister.
"Lay down, everybody," cried Beardsley, who plainly heard all these orders; and suiting the action to the word, he quickly stretched himself upon the deck. Marcy had barely time to follow his example before the howitzer roared again, and the canister rattled through the rigging like hail, tearing holes in the canvas, splintering a mast here and a boom there, but never cutting a stay or halliard. If a topmast had gone by the board, or a sail come down by the run, the schooner would have been quite at the mercy of the launch; for the latter could have carried her by boarding, or taken a position astern and peppered the _Hattie_ with shrapnel until Captain Beardsley would have been glad to surrender. The captain did not see how his vessel could escape being crippled, and he would have surrendered then and there if any one in the launch had called upon him to do so; but when he got upon his feet and saw that every rope held, and that the schooner was just on the point of entering her haven of refuge, he took heart again.
"Marcy, go aft and tell Morgan that that buoy ahead is a black one,"
said he, as soon as he had taken time to recover his wits. "Lay for"ard some of us and cut away this useless canvas. The _Hattie_ ain"t catched yet, doggone it all. I tell you, lads, it takes somebody besides a plodding, dollar-loving Yankee to get to windward of Lon Beardsley."
"The captain desired me to remind you that that buoy is a black one, and you want to leave it to port," said Marcy, taking his stand beside the man at the wheel. "Who fired that shot? It came from this end of the vessel."
"The second mate fired it," replied Morgan, "and he done it just in the nick of time. The killing of that officer was all that saved our bacon."
"Oh, I hope he wasn"t killed!" exclaimed Marcy.
"You do, hey? Well, I don"t. I"d like to see the last blockader on this coast tumbled into the drink in the same way. What did the old man say about it?"
"Not a word. I think he was too surprised to say anything."
"Was anybody hurt by that sh.e.l.l?" continued Morgan. "I seen the jib flying in the wind and the rail ripped up, and you and the old man was standing right there."
"Something or other knocked both of us flatter than pancakes," answered Marcy. "The captain must have been hit all over; but I was struck only on the arm, and I don"t seem to have much use of it any more."
"You can go forward and lookout for the buoys, can"t you? All right.
Sing out when ever you see one, and I will stay here and take her through while the cap"n gets that headsail out of the way."
Before obeying this order Marcy stopped long enough to level the gla.s.s toward the place where he supposed the launch to be. Having worked the water out of the cylinders the engineer had shut off the stop-c.o.c.ks so that she could not be heard, and as there was no flame shooting out of her smoke-stack, she could not be seen; but she was still on top of the water, and eager to do mischief. While Marcy was moving his gla.s.s around trying to locate her, the howitzer spoke again; but as the schooner took the wind free after rounding the first buoy, her course was changed, so that the sh.e.l.l pa.s.sed behind her, and exploded far ahead and to the right.
"You"ve got your wish," said Morgan. "That shot means that they have picked up their cap"n, and that he"s as full of fight as ever. Well, let him bang away, if he wants to. He can"t hurt the sand-hills, and this channel is so crooked that he won"t hit us except by accident."
"But he will follow in our wake, won"t he?"
"Who cares if he does so long as he don"t sight us? We"ll dodge him easy enough after we get into the Sound. Now toddle for"ard and look out for me."
["It"s an ill wind that blows n.o.body good," thought the boy, as he leaned his uninjured arm upon the splintered rail and brought the gla.s.s to his eye. "This night"s work will put an end to the _Hattie"s_ blockade-running. If that fellow astern don"t catch us, he will surely find and pull up the buoys, and then we can"t follow the channel except by sending a boat on ahead with a lead-line. That might do when we were going out, but it wouldn"t work running in if there was an enemy close behind us. Another thing, this Inlet will be watched in future. Now you mark my words."] "Red buoy on the starboard bow," he called out to the man at the wheel.
Morgan repeated the words to show that he understood them, and just then Beardsley came up, having seen the useless jib brought on deck and stowed away.
"Be careful and make no mistake, Marcy," said he. "It"s a matter of life and death with us now--and money."
"I can call off the color of every buoy between here and the Sound,"
replied the pilot confidently. "I took particular pains to remember the order in which they were put out. Where are you hurt, Captain?" he added, seeing that the man had let go of his shoulder and was now holding fast to both elbows.
"I"m hurt in every place; that"s where I am hurt," said Beardsley, looking savagely at Marcy, as if the latter was to blame for it.
"Something hit me ker-whallop on this side, and the deck took me ker-chunk on the other; and I"ll bet there ain"t a spot on ary side as big as an inch where I ain"t black and blue. You wasn"t touched, was you? But I thought I seen you come down when I did."
"I went down fast enough," answered Marcy. "I b.u.mped my head pretty heavily on the deck, but the worst hurt I got was right here. And I declare, there"s a bunch that don"t belong to me. Is it a fracture of the humerus, I wonder?"
"A which?" exclaimed the puzzled captain.
"I really believe the bone of my upper arm is broken," replied Marcy, feeling of the bunch to which he had referred. "It doesn"t hurt much except when I touch it. It only feels numb."
Just then the howitzer spoke again, and another shrapnel flew wide of the schooner and burst among the sand dunes. Another and another followed at short intervals, and then the firing ceased. The launch had given it up as a bad job; the pursuit was over and Marcy and the captain were the only ones injured.
"She has either run hard and fast aground, or else she is amusing herself with them buoys of our"n," said Beardsley, when he became satisfied that the launch was no longer following in the schooner"s wake. "Now, where"s that good-looking son of mine who fired the lucky shot that tumbled that Yankee officer overboard? Whoever he is, I"ll double his wages. He ought to have it, for he saved the vessel and her cargo. Let him show up."
The second mate obeyed the order, exhibiting the revolver that had fired the shot, and the captain complimented him in no measured terms. Marcy could not help acknowledging to himself that their escape was owing entirely to the prompt action the mate had taken without waiting for orders; but all the same he was sorry for that Federal officer.
Less than an hour"s run sufficed to take the schooner out of the Inlet and into the Sound, and when Beardsley had given out the course and seen the sails trimmed to suit it, he went into his cabin, from which he presently issued to pa.s.s the word for Marcy Gray. When the boy descended the ladder he found the first mate and two foremast hands there besides the captain; and on the table he saw two pieces of thin board, and several strips of cloth that had evidently been torn up for bandages. He noticed, too, that the atmosphere was filled with the odor of liniment.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, in some alarm.
"We"re going to set that--that--what-do-you-call-it of your"n," replied the captain cheerfully. The name that Marcy had given to the bone of his upper arm was too much for Mm. He could not remember it.
The boy knew that all sea captains have more or less knowledge of medicine and surgery. It is necessary that they should have, for sailors are often seized with illness, or meet with serious accidents when their ship is at sea, and so far from a doctor that without immediate aid from some source they would surely lose their lives. Marcy had read of a whaling captain, one of whose men was jerked overboard from his boat by a wounded whale, dragged for six hundred feet or more through the water with frightful speed, and who was finally released by his leg giving way to the strain. The captain saw that that leg must be attended to or the man would die. His crew were too badly frightened to help him, so he amputated the injured member himself; and all the surgical instruments his ship afforded were a carving-knife, a carpenter"s saw, and a fish-hook. But he saved the man"s life. Marcy thought of this and shuddered at the thought of submitting himself to Beardsley"s rude surgery.
"I believe I would rather wait until we get to Newbern," said he doubtfully.
"Why, man alive, we may not see port for a week," answered the captain.
"How do we know but what there are a dozen or more steam launches, like the one we"ve just left astern, loafing about in the Sound waiting for us? If there are, we"ll have to get shet of "em somehow, and that will take time. If we don"t "tend to your arm now, it may be so bad when the doctor sees it that he can"t do nothing with it without half killing of you. Take off his coat and vest, men; and Morgan, you roll up his sleeve. There is folks around home who think you are for the Union, and that you ain"t secesh, even if you do belong to my vessel. If you run foul of one of "em while you are gone on your furlong, just point to your arm and tell him to hold his yawp."
"Are you going to give me a leave of absence?" asked Marcy, who was so delighted at the thought that he could scarcely keep from showing it.
"I reckon I"ll have to. I ain"t got no use for a one-handed man; but I"ll keep your place open for you, never fear. Just see that, now. Ain"t that a pretty looking arm for a white boy to carry around with him? It makes me hate them Yankees wusser"n I did before."
The wounded arm was already becoming inflamed, and it was painful, too; and although Beardsley"s a.s.sistants were as careful as they could be, Marcy winced while they were helping him off with his coat and vest and rolling up his sleeve. When this had been done one of the men, in obedience to a slight nod from the captain, seized Marcy around the chest under his arms, the mate by a movement equally quick grasped his left wrist, and both began pulling in opposite directions with all their strength, while Beardsley pa.s.sed his huge rough hands up and down over the "bunch" until he was satisfied that the protruding bone had been pulled back to its place. The operation was a painful one, and the only thing that kept Marcy from crying out was the remembrance of Beardsley"s words "I ain"t got no use for a one-handed man." That broken arm would bring him a furlough.
"There, now; that"ll do. "Vast heaving," said the captain, at length.
"Put some of the stuff in that bottle on one of them bandages and hand it over here. Pretty rough way of getting to go home, but better than none at all, and I reckon your maw will be just as glad to see you as she would if you had two good arms. Don"t you reckon she will?"