"You"re right, sir," observed Hunt. "It will be our own fault if we don"t manage to keep the boat afloat."
I saw Nettleship for the first time showing signs of sleepiness. He aroused himself for the moment, and called to Hunt to take the helm.
The quartermaster stepped aft, and Nettleship, resigning his seat to him, a moment afterwards was fast asleep.
The men now cried out that they were very hungry, and Pim and I agreed that it would be better to serve out some food without awaking Nettleship. We gave each man a biscuit and a small piece of ham. The neck of a broken bottle was the only measure we had for serving out the water. The quant.i.ty was but just sufficient to moisten our lips, but not to quench our thirst. The men asked for more, but Tom told them that until Nettleship awoke he couldn"t give them any.
Though the weather was moderating, the wind went down very slowly, and the seas tossed and tumbled with almost as much violence as before. It was noon when Nettleship awoke. He approved of the allowance Tom and I had served out.
"But, my lads," he said, "you see these two bottles of water. We don"t know how long we may have to go before we get more, so you must make up your minds to do with the allowance you have already had to-day. I"ll take no more."
He then told Tom and me to give him what we had given the rest; and, after eating the biscuit and bit of ham, he drank the bottle-neck full of water. My own sensations made me hope that we should not have many days to live on so small an allowance. Still, though my throat felt like a dust-bin, I determined to support Nettleship, and I knew Tom would do so, in whatever he thought necessary. We ran on all day, the wind going down very slowly. At noon, Ray took the helm. Whether he steered with less care, or, as I think, the seas broke in a different way, two in succession came aboard, and we had to bale as fast as we could, to get the water out of the boat. As it came in, it washed right aft and wetted through our bag of biscuits, which Tom and I in vain tried to save. Nettleship didn"t blame Ray, but warned him to be more careful.
"I intend to steer to-night," he said, "so I"ll finish out my snooze, and call me at sundown."
Both Hunt and Ray asked him to let them steer during part of the night, but he was firm.
"No," he answered; "your lives are entrusted to me, and it"s my duty to keep at the helm while there"s most likely to be danger."
Tom and I, however, determined to have our eyes open, so as to make company for him during part of the night, which, it being summer time, was fortunately not long. Had it been in the winter, none of us could have survived. Nettleship appeared to have completely recovered himself. I sat up through part of the night, and Tom through the remainder. We talked cheerfully and hopefully. When I lay down, I slept as soundly as I ever did in my bed. Towards morning, I suppose it was, I dreamed of the various scenes I had gone through since I came to sea, among others of the earthquake at Savannah, and then I was looking out into the barrack-yard, and there was Larry fiddling away, with soldiers and blacks dancing to his music,--everything seemed so vivid that I had no doubt about its reality. Then Mr Talboys and Lucy and Captain Duffy came in and joined in the dance. I thought it very good fun, so I ran down and began to dance, and who should I see but the admiral and captain and old Rough-and-Ready, each with a black partner, and there we were jigging away right merrily, till I awoke, to find myself in the stern-sheet of the boat, and to see Nettleship steering, while the notes of Larry"s fiddle sounded in my ears. There, sure enough, he was, seated on the after-thwart, with the fiddle at his chin, working away with right good-will. I sat up and looked at him with amazement.
"Shure, Mr Terence, I wasn"t going to leave that behind after it had been saved from fire and water, so I took it into the boat the first thing, and Mr Nettleship gave me leave to play it, just to cheer up he boys a bit."
The music had certainly had that effect, for all the people wore more cheerful countenances than they did the day before. Larry, however, put his fiddle back in its case while breakfast was served out. It consisted only of wet biscuit, a modic.u.m of ham, and a small taste of liquor. The water Nettleship said he should keep till mid-day, to serve out with the pork.
The sea was still rough, though there was much less than on the previous day, and careful steering was necessary to keep the boat free from water. As there was nothing for the men to do, Nettleship advised us to spin yarns and sing songs in the intervals of Larry"s playing. He was ready enough to go on moving his bow as long as he had leave.
During the day the clouds cleared away, and the sea went down still more. We were thankful for this, as we could now dry our clothes, and, what was of more importance, our biscuits, and move about in the boat to stretch our limbs. But then, again, with a calm we might be delayed, and, after all, perish from hunger and thirst. Nettleship, I daresay, thought this, but notwithstanding cheered us up with the hopes of reaching land or being taken on board some vessel. Next night pa.s.sed much as the others had done. The sun rose in a clear sky, and as it got above the horizon the wind dropped, and there appeared every likelihood of a perfect calm. Our scanty provisions were served out, and then Nettleship, as he had done the day before, set us to spinning yarns and singing; but even those who had the best voices could scarcely bring out a note, and several appeared but little inclined to talk. Larry, however, kept his fiddle going, and Tom and I talked, and tried to draw out the men to tell something about themselves. At last my throat felt like a dust-bin, and I suspect the rest were very much in the same condition. There we were, floating out in the Atlantic, hundreds of miles away from help, as far as we could tell, and the calm might continue after the gale for a week or more. At last Nettleship ordered the men to get out the oars.
"We may pull into a breeze, lads, perhaps," he said. "At all events, we shall get so much nearer land."
Tom and I each took an oar to encourage the rest, half of us pulling at a time. We had been at the oars for some five or six hours, when towards evening, Nettleship, who had been standing up shading his eyes, said--
"Lads, there"s a sail in sight; she has a light breeze, and is standing to the northward. We shall, I hope, get up to her; but mark you, she may be English, but she may be French, and in that case we shall be made prisoners."
"That won"t be much odds," said one of the men; "better be made prisoners than die of hunger and thirst out here."
That was true enough, but I didn"t like the thoughts of the alternative.
When Nettleship, however, said that he was determined to try and come up with the stranger, the men bent to their oars. Tom and I, at the time, were now pulling, and I was surprised to see the strength the men still possessed.
Gradually the stranger"s topgallant-sails, and then the heads of her topsails, rose above the horizon.
"She"s a large ship, no doubt about that," said Nettleship. "Cheer up, lads! my belief is she"s English, but we shall be better able to judge when we see her courses."
We were now steering west-and-by-north, so as to cut her off. After going some distance, Nettleship called to Tom Pim to stand up in the stern-sheets, and take a look at the stranger.
"What do you think of the cut of her canvas, Tom?" he asked. "Is that English or French?"
"I should say English," answered Tom, "but we must get nearer to be certain."
"Have you made up your minds to a French prison, lads, if we"re mistaken?" again said Nettleship.
"Better a French prison with food and water, than out here starving to death," answered the men. "And we"ll ask you, Mr Nettleship, for a drink of water apiece. We"ll get aboard her before dark, and our throats are terribly dry."
"I warn you, lads, that a breeze may spring up, and that even now we may miss her; and what shall we do if we have no water left?" said Nettleship.
Still the men cried out for water. I could judge how my companions felt by my own sensations. Nettleship reluctantly served out a double allowance, leaving scarcely a quarter of a bottleful,--the other had before been exhausted. The sun was sinking low, and we had not yet seen the hull of the ship. Nettleship looked more anxious than before. The men strained every nerve, for they believed that their lives depended on their getting up to the ship before dark.
Some of them now called out for food, and declared that they could pull no longer without it; others asked for the remainder of the water.
Accordingly, while one half rested, Nettleship served out a portion of our remaining stock of provisions. The other half then took a meal.
This, however, only made us all more thirsty, and again the cry rose of--
"Water! water! We must have it, or we shall have to give in!"
Nettleship seemed to think that it would be useless to resist their entreaties, and with a look of desperation he divided the remainder of the water, leaving not a drop at the bottom of the last bottle.
Rapidly the sun sank towards the horizon. In a short time it would be dark, and we should have no chance of being seen from the ship. The men cried out for the remainder of the liquor, saying that they could pull all the better if they could get it. This, also, to my surprise, Nettleship served out to them,--the bottle-neck full to each of us, for we all shared alike,--and again they pulled as l.u.s.tily as before for a short time; but we all felt our thirst increased. Few of them spoke; but Larry every now and then gave a shout, or made some comic remark to encourage his companions. Nettleship also did his best to keep up our spirits.
Darkness, however, was fast approaching; the wind appeared to be freshening, and, should a strong breeze fill the stranger"s sails, all hope of getting alongside her before she pa.s.sed us would be lost. Not a word was now uttered; but every now and then the men turned their heads to ascertain what progress we were making.
Nettleship now steered the boat rather more to the northward.
Presently a light streamed out towards us across the water. Again our hopes of getting on board increased. The wind once more dropped.
"We shall reach her, lads!" cried Nettleship at length, in a confident tone.
The men cheered, though their voices sounded husky, the ring of a British seaman"s voice sadly wanting. They pulled bravely on, however.
The light rose higher above the surface. It was now almost ahead. Then another streamed forth from a port. Presently Nettleship"s voice rang out clear and loud--
"Ship ahoy! What ship is it?"
"His Britannic Majesty"s ship _Hector_. What boat is that?" came over the water.
Nettleship replied.
Presently the order sounded out from aboard the ship--
"Raise tacks and sheets! clew up mainsail and foresail! Let fly topgallant-sheets!"
The wind having fallen, the ship soon lost her way, and we pulled up alongside. A light gleamed through the entrance port, and ready hands, coming down, quickly a.s.sisted us up on deck, while the boat was secured, for none of us had much strength left to help ourselves.
Nettleship, Tom, and I were at once conducted to the upper deck, where we found the gallant commander of the _Hector_, Captain Bouchier, to whom Nettleship at once gave a brief account of what had happened.
"We have reason to be thankful that we escaped the gale, Drury," said the captain, turning to an officer in a captain"s uniform standing near him. "We should to a certainty have shared the fate of many others."
Captain Bouchier made this remark, I found, in consequence of the unseaworthy condition of his ship. To enable her to perform the voyage, before she sailed from Jamaica she had had twenty-two of her guns taken out of her, and her masts replaced by others of smaller dimensions. Her crew amounted in all to scarcely three hundred men, many of whom were invalids, and others French and American prisoners, who had volunteered to a.s.sist in working the ship.