Hugh and Lady Huntingford had joined the others by this time and were listening with blanched faces to the men in uniform.
"It"s as black as ink outside," said little Lieutenant Gregory, shivering in a manner most unbecoming in a soldier. "As long as they can keep the boat out of the trough we"ll ride the waves safely, but the deuced danger lies in the reefs and little islands. We may be dashing into one of them at this minute."
"You"re a cheerful hero," cried Hugh indignantly. "What"s the use of imagining a thing like that? It"s time enough to think about it when we strike the reef; and, besides, it can"t help us any to cry. We can"t leave the ship for a walk back to dry land. We"re here to see the thing to the end, no matter where it is, and I don"t believe in howling before we"re hurt."
"That"s right," agreed Veath. "Possibly we"re out of the course. That happens in every storm that comes up at sea."
"But there are hundreds of reefs here that are not even on the chart,"
cried Gregory.
"Well, there have been thousands of ships to escape them all, I fancy,"
said Ridgeway boldly. The two women were speechless.
"And there have been thousands of storms, too," added Veath, a sort of wild exultation ringing in his voice, plain to Grace if not to the others.
"Do not try to deceive us, gentlemen," wavered Lady Tennys. "We can be a great deal braver if we know the real situation. I know you are making light of this dreadful storm out of consideration for Miss Ridge and myself, but don"t you think it would be better if we were told the worst? Women are not always the greater cowards."
"Yes, Hugh, we should know the worst," said Grace firmly. "The ship is rolling frightfully, and Lieutenant Hamilton has said enough to a.s.sure us that Captain Shadburn is alarmed, even apprehensive."
"Perhaps I am too much of an optimist, but I stick to my statement that while we are in some danger--any fool can see that--we are by no means lost," said Hugh, looking at Gregory when he used the word fool.
"As long as the engine and steering apparatus hold together the crew of the ship can pull her through," said Veath. "I have the utmost confidence in the boat and the men."
"But all the men on the ocean cannot keep her from striking an unseen rock, nor could any ship withstand such a shock," argued the young Englishwoman bravely.
"That"s right, Lady Tennys," quickly cried Hamilton. "I don"t say the ship will get the worst of a straight fight against the sea, but we won"t stand the ghost of a chance if we strike a reef."
"The best thing we all can do is to find some place where there is not quite so much danger of having our brains dashed out against these walls. It"s getting so that I can"t keep my feet much longer. This is no time to be taking chances of a broken leg, or an arm or a neck, perhaps.
We"ll need them all if we have to swim to Hong Kong."
Despite his attempted jocularity, Ridgeway was sorely troubled. Common sense told him that they were now in a most perilous position. The dead reckoning of the captain and his chartmaster, while able to determine with a certain degree of accuracy the locality in which the ship was beating, could not possibly account for the exact position of those little islands. He began to think of the life preservers. A feeble smile came to the ladies when he spoke of swimming to Hong Kong, but the men, Veath included, looked serious.
"I think it would be wise if we make every preparation to leave the ship, awful as the prospect may seem. My judgment is that we should take time by the forelock. It will be too late after the crash comes."
Veath said this solemnly, and a deeper sense of realization came to all of them. Strange to say, it inspired energy and calmness rather than weakness and panic.
"The life preservers, you mean?" almost whispered Grace. A fearful lurch of the boat caused the whole party to cling desperately to the supports.
Before he could answer a ship"s officer came scudding down below.
"Captain Shadburn says that every one is to prepare for the worst. The propeller"s smashed and we can"t live in this sea. Be quick!" cried the pale-faced sailor, hurrying onward. In an inconceivably short s.p.a.ce of time the pa.s.sages and saloons were crowded with rushing pa.s.sengers.
Pandemonium prevailed. Women were shrieking, men yelling and praying.
Cooler heads were utterly powerless to subdue the crazy disorder.
Ridgeway and Veath hurried the two women to their staterooms, plunging along, almost falling with the savage rolling of the boat.
"For G.o.d"s sake, hurry!" called Hamilton from afar. "We are turning into the trough."
How our friends got into the c.u.mbersome preservers and prepared themselves for the end they could never have told. Everything seemed a blank, the whole world whirled, all the noises in the universe rolled in their ears. Then they were stumbling, rolling, tearing toward the upper deck, hardly knowing whither they went or how they progressed. Before, behind, beside them were yelling, maddened men and women, rushing upward ruthlessly into the very waves of the ocean, all to be lost.
On the steps Hugh and Grace, who were together in advance of Veath and Lady Tennys, encountered the latter"s husband. Pie had fallen, and was grovelling, cursing, screaming, praying on the steps. Hugh pulled him to his feet. With a mad yell he fled onward and upward. At the top he was checked by the sailors, who were vainly trying to keep the people back.
He struggled past them and on toward the open deck. An officer caught him and held him firmly until Hugh, Veath, and the two trembling women came up.
"Get back, all of you!" yelled Shadburn. "You can"t come out here. Every sailor on deck has been washed overboard!"
"Don"t let us sink! Don"t let us sink! For G.o.d"s sake!" shrieked Lord Huntingford. Then he saw his wife. "Save me, Tennys; we are lost! We are lost!"
A great wave swept over the deck, washing all of them back into the companionway, half drowned.
"Is there any hope, Mr. Frayne?" yelled Hugh to the second officer, holding himself and his half-dead sweetheart against the leaping of the boat.
"One chance in a million! Stay back there and we"ll try the boats. G.o.d knows they can"t live in this sea, but they"re the only hope. We"ll turn clear over with the next big wave. Stay back!" he yelled. "We are trying to get the boats ready. Stay back!"
Hugh and Grace from where they clung could see the great black mountains of water rushing upon them, each wave a most terrifying spectacle. Then again the whole dark, seething ocean seemed to be below them and they were flying to the clouds. The breath of relief died instantly, for again the helpless ship sank into the trough and the foaming mountains towered about her. Grace hid her eyes and screamed with terror. Those huge murderous waves already had swept many from the ship. A score of sailors and as many courageous soldiers were in the churn of the merciless waters.
Crash! A horrid grating sound, splintering! Then the instantaneous shock, the awful, stunning force of a frightful blow and a shipful of human beings were flung violently in all directions, many never to rise again. The _Tempest Queen_ had struck! The last chance was gone!
"My G.o.d!" groaned the captain. "It"s all over!" Then he roared: "All hands! All hands! Stations! To the boats! Stand back there!
Women first!"
Ridgeway, dimly realizing that the end had come, staggered to his feet and instinctively reached for the body of the woman who lay before him.
He did not know that she was conscious, nor did he know whether the ship was afloat or sinking. A gigantic wave swept over her, tons of water pouring in upon them. Blankly he dragged her to the opening which led to the watery deck, clinging to a railing with all his might. He was gasping for breath, his life almost crushed out of his body. It required all his strength to drag the limp form safely away from the pa.s.sage, through which now poured their crazed companions, rushing headlong into the sea.
"In the name of G.o.d what shall we do?" he heard a hoa.r.s.e voice shout in his ear. It was Veath, also burdened with the helpless form of a woman.
"It is death here and death there. I am going to trust to the life preservers," gasped Ridgeway, as another wave struck. The constant crackling and crashing told him that the Tempest Queen was being ground to pieces on the rock and that she had but a few minutes to live.
"Wait, Hugh, we may get off in a boat," cried the other, but he was not heard. Hugh was in the sea!
Just as Veath began his anguished remonstrance the ship gave a tremendous lurch, an overpowering wave hurled itself upon the frail sh.e.l.l and Hugh Ridgeway"s frenzied grasp on the rail was broken. When he saw that he was going, he threw both arms about the girl he had brought to this awful fate, and, murmuring a prayer, whirled away with the waters over the battered deck-house and into the black depths.
They shot downward into the sea and then came to the hideous surface, more dead than alive. His one thought was that n.o.body in the world would ever know what had become of Hugh Ridgeway and Grace Vernon.
Chapter XVI
THE NIGHT AND THE MORNING
Gasping for breath, blinded, terrified beyond all imagination, crying to G.o.d from his heart, Hugh gave up all hope. Fathoms of water beneath them, turbulent and gleeful in the furious dance of destruction; mountains of water above them, roaring, swishing, growling out the horrid symphony of death! High on the crest of the wave they soared, down into the chasm they fell, only to shoot upward again, whirling like feathers in the air.
Something b.u.mped violently against Ridgeway"s side, and, with the instinct of a drowning man, he grasped for the object as it rushed away.
A huge section of the bowsprit was in his grasp and a cry of hope arose in his soul. With this respite came the feeling, strong and enduring, that he was not to die. That ever-existing spirit of confidence, baffled in one moment, flashes back into the hearts of all men when the faintest sign of hope appears, even though death has already begun to close his hand upon them. Nature grasps for the weakest straw and clings to life with an a.s.surance that is sublime. The hope that comes just before the end is the strongest hope of all.
"For G.o.d"s sake, be brave, darling! Cling tight and be careful when you breathe," he managed to cry in her ear. There was no answer, but he felt that she had heard.
The night was so black that he could not see the spar to which he clung.
At no time could he see more than the fitful gleam of dark water as some mysterious glimmer was produced by the weird machinery of the air. He could hear the roar of the mighty waves, could feel the uplifting power and the dash downward from seemingly improbable heights, but he could not see the cauldron in which they were dancing.
It was fortunate that he could not, for a single glimpse of that sea in all its fury would have terrified him beyond control. In sheer despair he would have given up the infinitesimal claim he had for salvation and welcomed death from the smothering tons, now so bravely battled against.
The girl to whom he clung and whose rigid clasp was still about his neck had not spoken, and scarcely breathed since the plunge into the sea. At times he felt utterly alone in the darkness, so death-like was her silence. But for an occasional spasmodic indication of fear as they and their spar shot downward from some unusual elevation, he might have believed that he was drifting with a corpse.