"What"s the time?" I asked presently of Hall, as I saw him take out his watch.
"Five," said he.
It was an hour after the time we had expected to be back at Parkhurst, and we were not yet clear of Shargle. The same thought evidently crossed the minds of the other three, for they all glanced in the direction of Raven Cliff, now scarcely visible through the heavy rain.
"I wish we were safe home," muttered Hutton, the most dispirited of our crew. "What fools we were to come!"
We said nothing, but pulled away doggedly at the oars.
Now it really seemed as if we were making some progress out of that wretched current, for the white cottage on the cliff appeared farther astern than it had done since we began to row, and we were beginning to congratulate ourselves on our success, when Hall, who had for some time been anxiously watching the sh.o.r.e, cried out--
"For goodness" sake pull hard, you fellows! we are drifting in fast.
Here, Charlie, take the helm, and keep her the way she is, while I get down the sail. It"s no use now. Mind your heads, but don"t stop rowing," he shouted to us, as he let down the sail suddenly, and lowered the mast. "Keep her head out, Charlie, whatever you do. Let go that rope beside you. That"s right. Now take hold of that end of the mast and slip it under the seat."
So saying he managed to get down the mast and stow it away without impeding either the rowing or the steering, and immediately the advantage of the step was manifest in the steadier motion of the boat, although we groaned inwardly at the thought of having now all the distance to row. At least I groaned inwardly. Hutton was hardly as reserved.
"I tell you what," he said to me, stopping rowing, "I don"t know what you and the other fellows intend to do, but I can"t row any more. I"ve been at it an hour together."
"What are we to do, then?" inquired I.
"Why shouldn"t Hall take a turn? He"s been doing nothing."
"He"s been steering," replied I, "and he"s the only fellow who knows how, and Charlie"s not strong enough to row."
"Well, all I can say is, I don"t mean to row any longer."
All this had been said in an undertone to me, but now Hall cried out--
"What are you shopping for, Hutton? Pull away, man, or we shall never get out of this."
"Pull away yourself!" said Hutton sulkily. "I"ve had enough of it. You brought us here, you"d better take us back!"
Hall"s face at that moment was a study. I fancy if this had been a ship and he the skipper, he would not have hesitated an instant how to deal with this unexpected contingency. But now he did hesitate. It was bitter enough punishment to him to be there exposed to all the dangers of a sudden storm, with the safety, and perhaps the life, not only of himself, but of us whom he had induced to accompany him, on his hands; but to have one of those comrades turn against him in the moment of peril was more than he had looked for.
"I"ll take an oar," said Charlie, before there was time to say anything.
"No," said Hall, starting up; "take the helm, Charlie. And you," added he, to Hutton, "give me your oar and get up into the bows."
The voice in which this was spoken, and the look of scorn which accompanied it, fairly cowed Hutton, who got up like a lamb and crawled into the bows, leaving Hall and me to row.
"Keep her straight to the waves, whatever you do! it"s all up if she gets broadside on!" said the former to Charlie.
And so for another half-hour we laboured in silence; then almost suddenly the daylight faded, and darkness fell over the bay.
I rowed on doggedly in a half-dream. Stories of shipwrecks and castaways crowded in on my mind; I found myself wondering how and when this struggle would end. Then my mind flew back to Parkhurst, and I tried to imagine what they must think there of our absence. Had they missed us yet? Should I ever be back in the familiar house, or--but I dared not think of that. Then I tried to pray, and the sins of my boyhood came up before my mind as I did so in terrible array, so that I vowed, if but my life might be spared, I would begin a new and better life from that time forward. Then, by a strange impulse, my eyes rested on Charlie, as he sat there quietly holding the tiller in his hands and gazing out ahead into the darkness. What was it that filled me with foreboding and terror as I looked at the boy? The scene of the morning recurred to my mind, and my halfhearted effort to prevent him from accompanying us. Selfish wretch that I had been! what would I not now give to have been resolute then? If anything were to happen to Charlie, how could I ever forgive myself?
"I think we"ve made some way," he cried out cheerily. "Not much," said Hall gloomily; "that light there is just under Shargle Head."
"Had we better keep on as we are?" I asked. "I don"t see what else is to be done. If we let her go before the wind, we shall get right on to the rocks."
"You"ve a lot to answer for," growled Hutton from where he lay, half- stupid with terror, in the bows.
Hall said nothing, but dashed his oar vehemently into the water and continued rowing.
"I wonder if that light is anywhere near Parkhurst?" presently asked Archer. "Do you see?"
We looked, and saw it; and then almost instantly it vanished. At the same time we lost sight of the lights on Shargle Head, and the rain came down in torrents. "A mist!" exclaimed Hall, in tones of horror. Well indeed might he and we feel despair at this last extinguisher of our hopes. With no landmark to steer by, with wind and sea dead in our teeth, with the waves breaking in over our sides, and one useless mutineer in our midst, we felt that our fate was fairly sealed. Even Hall for a moment showed signs of alarm, and we heard him mutter to himself, "G.o.d help us now!" Next moment a huge wave came broadside on to us and emptied itself into our boat, half filling us with water. In the sudden shock my oar was dashed from my hand and carried away overboard!
"Never mind," said Hall hurriedly, "it would have been no use; put her round, Charlie, quick--here, give me the tiller!"
In a moment the boat swung round to the wind (not, however, before she had shipped another sea), and then we felt we were simply flying towards the fatal rocks.
"Bale out, all of you!" shouted Hall; and we obeyed, including even Hutton, who seemed at last, in very desperation, to be awakening to a sense of his duty.
The next few minutes seemed like an age. As we knelt in our half- flooded boat scooping up the water there in our hats, or whatever would serve for the purpose, we could hear ahead of us the angry roar of breakers, and knew every moment was bringing us nearer to our doom.
By one impulse we abandoned our useless occupation. What was the use of baling out a boat that must inevitably in a few minutes be dashed to pieces on the rocks? Hutton crawled back into the bows, and Charlie and I sat where we were on the seat and waited.
I could not fail, even in such a situation, to notice and admire Hall"s self-possession and coolness. Desperate as our case was, he kept a steady hand on the helm, and strained his eyes into the mist ahead, never abating for a moment either his vigilance or his courage. But every now and then I could see his eyes turn for a moment to Charlie, and his face twitch as they did so, with a look of pain which I was at no loss to understand.
"How far are we from the rocks?" asked Charlie.
"I can"t say; a quarter of an hour, perhaps."
"Whereabouts are we?" I asked.
"When the lights went out we were opposite Raven Cliff," replied Hall.
We were silent for another minute; then Hall took out his watch.
"Eight o"clock," said he.
"They"ll be at prayers at Parkhurst," said Charlie; and in the silence that followed, need I say that we too joined as we had never done before in the evening prayers of our schoolfellows?
"Charlie, old boy," said Hall, presently, "come and sit beside me, will you?"
Poor Hall! had it been only _his_ own life that was at stake, he would never have flinched a muscle; but as he put his arm round the boy whom he had led into danger he groaned pitiably.
"I wonder if Neil"s out looking for us," Hutton said from the bows.
"Not much use," said Hall. "If only this mist would lift!"
But it did not lift. For another five minutes we tore through the waves, which as we neared the sh.o.r.e became wilder and rougher. Our boat, half full of water, staggered at every shock, and more than once we believed her last plunge had been taken.
On either side of us, for the little distance we could see through the mist, there was nothing but white foam and surging billows; behind us rushed the towering waves, overtaking us one by one, tossing us aloft and dashing us down, till every board of our boat creaked and groaned.
Above us the rain poured in torrents, dashing on to our bare heads, and blinding us whenever we turned our faces back.
Then Hall cried out, "Listen! those must be breakers behind us!"