At night, when darkness reigned, the misery of such a scene would be augmented.
Several sh.e.l.ls were fired by the cruiser, each one coming nearer to the mark, until at last an explosion just forward of the foretopmast shivered a double throat block, and down came the foresail, the leech trailing in the sea as it fell.
Another piece of the sh.e.l.l tore off a sailor"s arm, and still another disabled one of the boats.
Orders from the captain came thick and fast; men flew hither and thither to repair the damage; while the wounded man lay writhing and neglected for some time. The Adams all at once slowly yawed, being within easy range, as the Wanderer lay helpless with her nose in the wind"s eye.
"Look out!" shouted Rucker. "She"s making ready to give us a broadside."
"Lively there, men!" roared Gary, nearly frantic. "Do you want to spend a year or so in a Yankee jail?"
A redoubled roar from the cruiser followed, and a small tempest of iron hurtled around them.
One shot pa.s.sed through the after hold, terrifying anew the negroes, who yelled fearfully. A rent or two in the sails was all the damage beside, that was inflicted.
Ralph, who was a.s.sisting to reeve a new block at the foretop, saw that the fog was almost at hand. But before it came a change of wind; preceding which, as the southeaster died, there were a few moments of calm.
The lull reached the Wanderer first, and the cruiser, swinging to her course, forged so far ahead that, before the schooner could again hoist her foresail, the Adams rounded to, less than half a mile away and presented a frowning row of shotted guns to the slaver"s stern. It was a fair raking position.
Rucker threw down his speaking trumpet in despair, though Gary"s eyes were fixed keenly upon the advancing fog. A signal for the slaver to lie to was followed by a peremptory shot athwart the schooner"s bow.
At the same time a boat was lowered away, filled with armed men, and started towards the Wanderer.
"Heave to, men!" ordered the captain. "But be ready to hoist the fo"s"l when I give the word. Down with your helm--down, man!" This to the man at the wheel. "We mustn"t give those fellows any cause to suspect us--now."
While the boat approached, it was at times lost in the hollows of the seas, but always rose again nearer than before. Meanwhile the Wanderer lay to, with her mainsail flattened and her topsails aback.
Apparently she was merely awaiting the arrival of the cruiser"s boat to surrender herself. Many on board thought so now, and, in certain quarters, bitter were the grumblings over their "hard luck." All this time Gary, standing at the compa.s.s, alternately watched the cruiser and the approach of the fog, while the schooner, deprived of headway, rolled in seeming helplessness in the trough of the sea.
"Lad," said Ben to Ralph as the two slid down the ratlines when their task aloft was done, "I almost wish we were back among those b.l.o.o.d.y n.i.g.g.e.rs ash.o.r.e. "Twould be better than standin" trial for bein" caught on a blackguard of a slaver--bad luck to her."
"We must make the best of it," began Ralph, when Gary"s voice interrupted him.
"Hoist away there, men!" cried the captain, brandishing his arms furiously. "Up with that fo"s"l! Up with it, I say! Ease away on those tops"ls. Lively now! Haul away on that jib. Flatten "em, boys!"
The men worked like demons, for on the instant they apprehended the daring nature of Gary"s maneuver. Rucker, seizing the trumpet, echoed the captain"s orders in stentorian tones.
It was not until the schooner fell off broadside that these actions were noticeable to those on the warship. But she could not now fire without endangering her own boat, which was scarcely fifty yards from the slaver.
So nicely had Gary calculated, that the breeze bearing the fog struck the Wanderer"s sails just as she was trimmed to fall off. The cruiser, stricken by the brief calm which had previously palsied the schooner"s movements, lay helpless in a double sense, being unable to either move or fire.
"Make ready to go about," said the captain to the first mate, who bellowed the order through his trumpet.
They were nearly abreast of the cruiser"s boat, which, seeing at once what was up, fired an ineffectual volley of small arms as the Wanderer gracefully swept by, hardly a pistol shot off.
"About ship!" said Gary quietly.
"Hard a lee!" sang out the mate, and as the schooner rushed up into the wind, Gary, walking to the stern, kissed his hand satirically to the officers in the boat.
"I"ve a notion to sink you," he muttered. "One solid shot would do the business; but perhaps "twill be best for us to get away, doing as little damage as possible. It might be safer in case of subsequent trouble with the authorities."
Close hauled upon her other tack, the schooner was heading diagonally towards the fog which was just at hand, like a dense, advancing wall.
As they drew away from the boat the cruiser began to fire one gun after another. Each discharge sent apprehensive thrills through the slaver"s crew. Finally a whole broadside of the warship"s upper battery came shrieking over the water.
CHAPTER XXII.
Trouble of Another Kind.
"That was a close call," exclaimed Rucker, as a shot cut away one of the jib stays, carrying down the flying jib.
Even as he spoke the film of the fog enveloped them, and though the sloop of war continued to fire, her shots did no further damage, for the Wanderer almost immediately lost sight of her pursuer.
Gary then had the course altered to disconcert the aim of the corvette, which soon after ceased firing.
The breeze that bore the fog with it, was a light one, and as the mist was liable to rise at any time the captain made the most of his opportunity by carrying all the sail he could spread. He dared not return to the coast, bad as he needed water; for the alarm once given, other cruisers would be on the watch there. So he determined to make for the Cape Verdes, and risk the chance of being able to water in those islands. Should no prying war ships happen along he antic.i.p.ated little difficulty.
The day wore away slowly. It was about an hour by sun in the afternoon before the fog began to lift. A sailor was at each mast head watching for the Adams, as the course of the corvette was entirely unknown.
"Sail ho!" sang out one of these lookouts as the mist, rolling eastward, began to show a clear horizon towards the north.
In a minute both captain and mate were aloft. There was the Adams about four miles away, and somewhat astern to the lee quarter. Almost at the same time the Wanderer was observed from the cruiser, as the latter began to pile up her canvas with a rapidity that evinced a sudden cause therefor. As the mate returned to the deck Gary called:
"Ease away, Mr. Rucker. We"ve got just the wind that suits us, and I think we have the advantage this time."
With the light breeze that continued, and with the sheets free, the Wanderer was at her best. By the time the sun went down it could be seen that the war ship was losing ground.
When night closed in she was fully five miles astern. With a heavier wind the advantage would have been on her side, but as it was, when morning dawned the Adams was not in sight.
After that came several days of light, baffling winds, alternating with calms. The sun, as they drew nearer the equator, became more and more unbearable.
In the close hold the heat and stench were frightful. The constant cries for water rendered the crew nervous and the captain irritable.
He now punished the men severely for the slightest infraction of duty.
"If we don"t reach the Verdes," said Duff to Ralph one day, as the lad was sweeping the cabin, "there will be an outbreak of some kind. Come to the gangway and listen."
The second mate, who still remained below--his place being taken by Bludson after a fashion--now led Ralph to the grated door where stood the loaded howitzer. The sentry was not there; another sign of the crew"s demoralization. He had slipped into one of the store rooms, now left unlocked, to tap a water b.u.t.t unseen, for all hands were on short water rations.
When Duff and the boy halted, they could hear a sort of rasping sound from underneath like the boring or cutting of wood.
"What is that?" asked Ralph.
"Mischief," said the mate sententiously. "Those wretches in the hold are up to some trickery. These stupid sentries are too dull or careless to investigate. They are crazy for water in there, and it is my opinion they have got hold of something and are trying to cut a way out--G.o.d knows where!--perhaps through the bottom of the vessel."
"Suppose you tell the captain."