"If she should do to us, sir, what that other one did to the _Ess.e.x_,"
Dag Daughtry observed to the Ancient Mariner.
"It would be no more than we deserve," was the response. "It was uncalled-for--a wanton, cruel act."
Michael, aware of the excitement overside but unable to see because of the rail, leaped on top of the cabin and at sight of the monster barked defiantly. Every eye turned on him in startlement and fear, and Steward hushed him with a whispered command.
"This is the last time," Grimshaw muttered in a low voice, tense with anger, to Nishikanta. "If ever again, on this voyage, you take a shot at a whale, I"ll wring your dirty neck for you. Get me. I mean it. I"ll choke your eye-b.a.l.l.s out of you."
The Jew smiled in a sickly way and whined, "There ain"t nothing going to happen. I don"t believe that _Ess.e.x_ ever was sunk by a whale."
Urged on by its mother, the dying calf made spasmodic efforts to swim that were futile and caused it to veer and wallow from side to side.
In the course of circling about it, the mother accidentally brushed her shoulder under the port quarter of the _Mary Turner_, and the _Mary Turner_ listed to starboard as her stern was lifted a yard or more. Nor was this unintentional, gentle impact all. The instant after her shoulder had touched, startled by the contact, she flailed out with her tail. The blow smote the rail just for"ard of the fore-shrouds, splintering a gap through it as if it were no more than a cigar-box and cracking the covering board.
That was all, and an entire ship"s company stared down in silence and fear at a sea-monster grief-stricken over its dying progeny.
Several times, in the course of an hour, during which the schooner and the two whales drifted farther and farther apart, the calf strove vainly to swim. Then it set up a great quivering, which culminated in a wild wallowing and lashing about of its tail.
"It is the death-flurry," said the Ancient Mariner softly.
"By d.a.m.n, it"s dead," was Captain Doane"s comment five minutes later.
"Who"d believe it? A rifle bullet! I wish to heaven we could get half an hour"s breeze of wind to get us out of this neighbourhood."
"A close squeak," said Grimshaw,
Captain Doane shook his head, as his anxious eyes cast aloft to the empty canvas and quested on over the sea in the hope of wind-ruffles on the water. But all was gla.s.sy calm, each great sea, of all the orderly procession of great seas, heaving up, round-topped and mountainous, like so much quicksilver.
"It"s all right," Grimahaw encouraged. "There she goes now, beating it away from us."
"Of course it"s all right, always was all right," Nishikanta bragged, as he wiped the sweat from his face and neck and looked with the others after the departing whale. "You"re a fine brave lot, you are, losing your goat to a fish."
"I noticed your face was less yellow than usual," Grimshaw sneered. "It must have gone to your heart."
Captain Doane breathed a great sigh. His relief was too strong to permit him to join in the squabbling.
"You"re yellow," Grimshaw went on, "yellow clean through." He nodded his head toward the Ancient Mariner. "Now there"s the real thing as a man.
No yellow in him. He never batted an eye, and I reckon he knew more about the danger than you did. If I was to choose being wrecked on a desert island with him or you, I"d take him a thousand times first. If--"
But a cry from the sailors interrupted him.
"Merciful G.o.d!" Captain Doane breathed aloud.
The great cow whale had turned about, and, on the surface, was charging straight back at them. Such was her speed that a bore was raised by her nose like that which a Dreadnought or an Atlantic liner raises on the sea.
"Hold fast, all!" Captain Doane roared.
Every man braced himself for the shock. Henrik Gjertsen, the sailor at the wheel, spread his legs, crouched down, and stiffened his shoulders and arms to hand-grips on opposite spokes of the wheel. Several of the crew fled from the waist to the p.o.o.p, and others of them sprang into the main-rigging. Daughtry, one hand on the rail, with his free arm clasped the Ancient Mariner around the waist.
All held. The whale struck the _Mary Turner_ just aft of the fore-shroud. A score of things, which no eye could take in simultaneously, happened. A sailor, in the main rigging, carried away a ratline in both hands, fell head-downward, and was clutched by an ankle and saved head-downward by a comrade, as the schooner cracked and shuddered, uplifted on the port side, and was flung down on her starboard side till the ocean poured level over her rail. Michael, on the smooth roof of the cabin, slithered down the steep slope to starboard and disappeared, clawing and snarling, into the runway. The port shrouds of the foremast carried away at the chain-plates, and the fore-topmast leaned over drunkenly to starboard.
"My word," quoth the Ancient Mariner. "We certainly felt that."
"Mr. Jackson," Captain Doane commanded the mate, "will you sound the well."
The mate obeyed, although he kept an anxious eye on the whale, which had gone off at a tangent and was smoking away to the eastward.
"You see, that"s what you get," Grimshaw snarled at Nishikanta.
Nishikanta nodded, as he wiped the sweat away, and muttered, "And I"m satisfied. I got all I want. I didn"t think a whale had it in it. I"ll never do it again."
"Maybe you"ll never have the chance," the captain retorted. "We"re not done with this one yet. The one that charged the _Ess.e.x_ made charge after charge, and I guess whale nature hasn"t changed any in the last few years."
"Dry as a bone, sir," Mr. Jackson reported the result of his sounding.
"There she turns," Daughtry called out.
Half a mile away, the whale circled about sharply and charged back.
"Stand from under for"ard there!" Captain Doane shouted to one of the sailors who had just emerged from the forecastle scuttle, sea-bag in hand, and over whom the fore-topmast was swaying giddily.
"He"s packed for the get-away," Daughtry murmured to the Ancient Mariner.
"Like a rat leaving a ship."
"We"re all rats," was the reply. "I learned just that when I was a rat among the mangy rats of the poor-farm."
By this time, all men on board had communicated to Michael their contagion of excitement and fear. Back on top of the cabin so that he might see, he snarled at the cow whale when the men seized fresh grips against the impending shock and when he saw her close at hand and oncoming.
The _Mary Turner_ was struck aft of the mizzen shrouds. As she was hurled down to starboard, whither Michael was ignominiously flung, the crack of shattered timbers was plainly heard. Henrik Gjertsen, at the wheel, clutching the wheel with all his strength, was spun through the air as the wheel was spun by the fling of the rudder. He fetched up against Captain Doane, whose grip had been torn loose from the rail. Both men crumpled down on deck with the wind knocked out of them. Nishikanta leaned cursing against the side of the cabin, the nails of both hands torn off at the quick by the breaking of his grip on the rail.
While Daughtry was pa.s.sing a turn of rope around the Ancient Mariner and the mizzen rigging and giving the turn to him to hold, Captain Doane crawled gasping to the rail and dragged himself erect.
"That fetched her," he whispered huskily to the mate, hand pressed to his side to control his pain. "Sound the well again, and keep on sounding."
More of the sailors took advantage of the interval to rush for"ard under the toppling fore-topmast, dive into the forecastle, and hastily pack their sea-bags. As Ah Moy emerged from the steerage with his own rotund sea-bag, Daughtry dispatched Kwaque to pack the belongings of both of them.
"Dry as a bone, sir," came the mate"s report.
"Keep on sounding, Mr. Jackson," the captain ordered, his voice already stronger as he recovered from the shock of his collision with the helmsman. "Keep right on sounding. Here she comes again, and the schooner ain"t built that"d stand such hammering."
By this time Daughtry had Michael tucked under one arm, his free arm ready to antic.i.p.ate the next crash by swinging on to the rigging.
In making its circle to come back, the cow lost her bearings sufficiently to miss the stern of the _Mary Turner_ by twenty feet. Nevertheless, the bore of her displacement lifted the schooner"s stern gently and made her dip her bow to the sea in a stately curtsey.
"If she"d a-hit . . . " Captain Doane murmured and ceased.
"It"d a-ben good night," Daughtry concluded for him. "She"s a-knocked our stern clean off of us, sir."
Again wheeling, this time at no more than two hundred yards, the whale charged back, not completing her semi-circle sufficiently, so that she bore down upon the schooner"s bow from starboard. Her back hit the stem and seemed just barely to sc.r.a.pe the martingale, yet the _Mary Turner_ sat down till the sea washed level with her stern-rail. Nor was this all. Martingale, bob-stays and all parted, as well as all starboard stays to the bowsprit, so that the bowsprit swung out to port at right angles and uplifted to the drag of the remaining topmast stays. The topmast anticked high in the air for a s.p.a.ce, then crashed down to deck, permitting the bowsprit to dip into the sea, go clear with the b.u.t.t of it of the forecastle head, and drag alongside.