"Boat ahoy!" came from the schooner. "Look alive or we"ll leave you."
"Leave----" the rest of Duff"s exclamation was lost as he threw his whole effort into a last spurt.
The shadow of the lofty sails was towering over the yawl when the Wanderer began to glide ahead. Another gun from the cruiser, and the ball drove between boat and schooner, missing the first by but a few yards.
"Boat there! Make ready for a rope!"
A sailor sprang upon the taffrail and the next instant a slim line uncoiled itself over the water. Duff, springing up, caught the end on his oar blade, and by a dexterous twist brought it within reach.
As he rose from making it fast, the yawl was spinning through the water in the schooner"s wake, as the latter, heeling to the wind, responded like a thing of life to the wishes of those on board.
Hand over hand the mate drew the heavily laden boat under the Wanderer"s lee, made fast the davits as they were lowered, and a moment or two later the three tired boatmen found themselves safely on deck.
When the ample supply of meat and vegetables was hoisted over the bulwarks, the few who had time to look were loud in their expressions of approval. Captain Gary hardly vouchsafed them more than a glance.
To Duff, however, he briefly said:
"We had warning in the night that the Adams" (a sailing vessel in the old United States navy) "was making up the coast, and we had to pull out. We"re short of water. Your grub comes in handy, though."
"I suppose then we might have been left, had we been a little later, or the wind had sprung up sooner."
The captain shrugged his shoulders, then glowered at Ralph, who was relating his adventures to several men about the cook"s galley.
"When John Bull or Uncle Sam are as close as that fellow yonder, a slaver has to look out for himself. Now, Mr. Duff, you are a gunner, I understand. I want you to make ready our stern chaser. If they keep on firing we must try to cripple their sailing powers if we can. It"s lucky she didn"t happen to be a steamer."
But Duff, already somewhat piqued by Gary"s apparent indifference as to whether the yawl was picked up or not, drew himself up stiffly.
"When I shipped with you, Captain Gary," he replied, "there was nothing said about my serving as a gunner. I must respectfully decline to fire on an American ship. I am too much of an American myself."
Without waiting for the burst of anger which he knew would follow this mutinous(?) delivery, the second mate wheeled and made his way to the galley, where he ordered Neb to serve him breakfast in the cabin.
Gary gave vent to a subdued oath or two, then bottled his wrath for a more auspicious occasion.
Meanwhile the Wanderer, when once fully under way, began to evince her remarkable sailing qualities, especially in light winds. She steadily drew away from the cruiser, whose people, having obtained the range, were sending shot after shot, with a view of crippling the schooner"s sailing powers.
One round shot tore a great hole through the mainsail, as it went shrieking by. Gary himself, aided by Rucker, got ready one of the two guns wherewith the Wanderer was equipped and soon returned their fire, though no effect was manifest.
The cruiser must have been informed of the character of the slaver, or she would not have attempted to cripple her so persistently. Duff, after eating, returned to the quarter-deck, where he watched with folded arms the rather unskillful efforts to handle the long twelve pounder pointed sternwards from the Wanderer"s waist. At each discharge a chorus of cries from the hold reminded him of their living cargo, deepening still more his disgust at the nature of the venture into which he had been inveigled.
The breeze began to freshen and whip somewhat to the southwest. Duff went forward to where Gary and Rucker were trying to sight the loaded gun.
"Shall I have the sheets trimmed, Captain Gary," he asked.
Gary surveyed the mate from head to foot with cool insolence. Then he stamped his foot.
"You shall either go before the mast as a common sailor, or you can remain a prisoner in your stateroom during my pleasure. If I gave you your deserts, I"d have you clapped in irons."
"As a sailor you would probably put me in irons for again refusing to fire, should you order me to; so I will go to the cabin. Take notice, however, Captain Gary, I protest against your treatment. To fire on an American man-of-war under these circ.u.mstances is piracy, and I submit that no captain has a right to issue such orders to true American seamen."
Gary"s fury was such that he laid hold of one of the cutla.s.ses in the rack at the foot of the mainmast, but the screech of a shot and the crash of a splintered topsail boom, diverted his attention.
Duff, laying aside his own weapon, descended to the cabin.
"Up with you!" shouted the captain. "Lay out along the fo"s"l gaff there. Lively now!"
CHAPTER XX.
Ralph Stumbles on a Discovery.
Three nimble sailors were soon stretched along the slanting gaff of the great foresail, a perilous and quivering berth, with nothing for the hands to grasp but the shivering leech and shivered boom of the topsail. The crippled boom was soon lashed with pieces of spun yarn, and the damage thus temporarily repaired.
Ralph, after a comfortable meal in the galley for himself and Ben, was attracted to the grating over the main hatch by the strange noises that issued thence. Shading his eyes from the light, he peered below, and through the semi-darkness saw a sight that made him heartsick and disgusted. More than ever he wished that he had never gone on this luckless cruise.
The main hold was a place, perhaps sixty feet long by less than twenty-five wide. Into this "black hole," where the upright s.p.a.ce between decks was less than seven feet, were crowded one hundred and seventy naked creatures, like hogs in a stock car.
They could not lie down unless a portion stood up to make room, neither could all remain seated except by drawing up their limbs in cramping and painful postures. The odors already arising from this pit of torture were such that the lad had to turn his face away for fresh air.
"It"s awful!" he gasped to himself. "It"s simply awful. I never had very much liking for n.i.g.g.e.rs--as n.i.g.g.e.rs, but such as this is enough to bring G.o.d"s punishment on every one of us that have helped to bring it about. Jeemineddy! I wouldn"t care much if that ship did overhaul us.
Want water, do you?"
This last remark was brought out by Ralph"s noticing several of the negroes make signs to him as of drinking from their hands. Ralph walked straight to Captain Gary and saluted.
"May I give those people below some water, sir?" he asked. "They seem to want some."
"No!" shouted Gary, not sorry to vent his spleen on so inviting an object as Ralph. "We"ll all be wanting water if that fellow there drives us from the coast without another chance to fill the b.u.t.ts. Get forward there and don"t let me hear from you till you"re spoken to.
D"ye understand?"
Ralph retreated, and Gary, after another unsuccessful trial at the cruiser"s masts, gave orders to cease firing.
The wind was now a stiff breeze, and the Adams was holding her own.
With the rising of the sea it was probable that the larger vessel would gain on the smaller one.
The cruiser also stopped firing, as the increased rolling of the ship rendered a long range shot too ineffective.
For an hour or more the relative positions of the two vessels remained comparatively unchanged. If there was any advantage it was on the side of the cruiser, though the Wanderer behaved beautifully.
But the wind steadily rose, and by the time eight bells was struck, and Neb announced dinner, the Adams was perceptibly gaining.
"Send that boy aft," ordered Gary, and when Ralph appeared the captain said sneeringly: "You seem to think so much of those black brutes below, I guess you can help deal out their rations. Go to Long Tom."
That worthy was buckling a brace of revolvers about his person, and had in his hand a sharp rawhide. Two sailors bore a great basket of corn bread and ship"s hard bread. To Ralph was given a smaller one, containing meat minutely divided into about two ounce slices.
""Ere we go," remarked the boatswain, heading for the lower gangway door.
At this place an armed sentinel stood day and night. As the four entered, a howl arose not unlike that of caged wild beasts. But it was more for water than for food.
"Eat first; drink afterwards," said Bludson, striking lightly right and left to restrain their eagerness. "That"s the law aboard here. Mind, Ralph; one bit of meat apiece--no more."