CHAPTER XIX.
Left Behind.
No reply was necessary, for in another instant both the mate and the sailor comprehended the cause of Ralph"s surprise and alarm.
The Wanderer was nowhere to be seen.
The entire surface of the small, landlocked bay was as deserted and seemingly untouched by man"s presence, as if human eyes had never beheld its solitude. A glimpse of the inlet and the breakers far out on the bar beyond was visible between two islets.
They could hear the monotonous thunder of the surf and discern a gla.s.sy ocean farther out, for the morning was calm, promising also to be intensely hot.
The surprise of each was so supreme that for an instant nothing was said. Finally the mate, with an expression of deep perplexity on his countenance, said:
"I cannot understand it at all. Let us row to the landing. Perhaps we may gain some clue to the mystery."
So they pulled across to the part of the harbor where the schooner had been anch.o.r.ed when Duff, heading the boat for the sh.o.r.e, plunged them into the leafy recesses that overhung the water. Having once penetrated this outer curtain, Ralph saw they were close to a rude landing made of logs sunk endways into the oozy bottom, and floored with large canes similar to bamboo.
A sort of corduroy road led into the swamp, and disappeared amid the trees. Upon a post near by was an old marlin spike with something white fluttering beneath. This attracted the mate"s eye.
"Here we are," said he, detaching the bit of paper. "Perhaps this will give us a little light."
And he read as follows:
"3 bells sekund dog watch. gOt to git out. Uncle Sam on the Lookoute.
cap ses yu must shift fer yure selves."
"That looks as if a fo"c"stle fist had written it," remarked Duff ruminatively. "I have felt for some time that Gary wouldn"t object to being rid of a few of us."
""E"s a bloomin" fool," quoth Ben, evidently feeling that this exigency had removed all restraint of speech as regarded the captain. "Wot will "e do short handed with a hundred or more black devils aboard in case trouble comes? Barrin" I were out o" here though, I wouldn"t care if I never touched a halyard of the Wanderer again."
"You see," said Duff, "we three were known to disapprove of the whole business. He needed me to get over here, for I know the coast. But he can get along without me going back."
"What does that mean about Uncle Sam," asked Ralph.
"That is to make us think some Yankee cruiser is in the neighborhood, and that they left for safety"s sake. I half believe that is a blind.
But come. We must be stirring, and see if they are really gone, and also if we can cross the bar in a calm, loaded as we are. I know we can"t, should a breeze spring up."
Presently they were aboard again, pulling for the inlet. As they pa.s.sed between a number of mangrove islets Ralph, looking down, could see an occasional shark or sawfish leisurely prodding about ten or fifteen feet below the surface.
But as they neared the bar the water grew clouded, though a dark dorsal appendage thrusting itself here and there above the wave indicated the terrible result that would probably follow should the boat capsize.
When they rounded the last intervening point and the open ocean was disclosed, the first object that met their eyes was the Wanderer with all sails set, about two miles in the offing. She lay motionless, for the calm was complete.
"Well," remarked Duff, "we"re all right if we pa.s.s the bar. There would be no trouble about that with a lighter load. We can try it as we are, for our supplies will be needed; but if necessary--over they go."
They were already nearing the first line of breakers, when the mate detected a second sail to the left and much nearer the sh.o.r.e.
This stranger was a full rigged ship hardly a mile away and to the southward, while the Wanderer was almost due west from the inlet.
"She"s a sailing corvette, or I"m much mistaken," said the mate, "but--mind yourselves, men! Pull with a will."
The first line of breakers was pa.s.sed without trouble. The second was rougher, and the men strained at the oars to give the yawl as much headway as possible.
The last wave came "quartering" and threw a hatful of water into Ralph"s face, whereat Mr. Duff laughed cheerily.
"One ducking!" he cried. "But now comes the tug of war. Jump her, boys! Jump her, I say!"
The third and last line was longer, larger, and in every way more formidable, owing to the sudden deepening of the water. Both Ben and Ralph were rather exhausted from their previous exertions, and Duff yelled himself hoa.r.s.e in his repeated entreaties to:
"Give way! G-g-give wa-a-a-y I tell you! Don"t you see--we"re gone?
Keep her nose up! K-e-e-p it u-u-u-p-p! Sharks and sawfish, men! are you going to let her broach? Now then! All together, a-n-d--over she--good heavens!"
A barrel or two of brine hurled over the starboard quarter choked off the mate"s adjurations. But it was the last of the angry combers and the next minute the three were wiping the salt water from their faces while the yawl was riding easily on the gla.s.sy swell just beyond the bar.
"Now head her for the schooner, boys," said Duff, bailing with one hand as he steered with the other. "If we hadn"t had the ebb with us, we"d have had to lighten her. Now--give me your oar, Ralph. You steer.
We"ve no time to lose, for if a breeze starts before we reach the side, I fear they"re not so fond of our company but what they might give us the slip yet."
"Couldn"t we ship on that other vessel?" asked Ralph, by no means reluctant to change his berth to a ship less liable to the law"s penalties.
"We probably could," replied Duff dryly. "We probably might also have to spend several months in jail somewhere as slavers, or for aiding and abetting in the traffic. I think we"d better overhaul the schooner and wait for better times."
The sun was now high in the heavens, and the growing heat already almost unbearable. They stripped to their shirt and trousers while the sweat rolled in streams from the faces of the oarsmen.
While nearing the Wanderer rapidly they noticed a faint, dark line approaching up from the southeast along the line of the coast.
"A wind, by thunder!" exclaimed Duff, renewing his efforts at the oar.
"Look! the corvette already feels it. Give way, Ben? Gary is none too good to leave us yet if the wind reaches him before we do."
Ralph, now rested, sprang forward.
"Take the tiller, Ben," said he. "I"m good for a sharp pull."
But the old sailor, whose muscles were like whipcord, shook his head and fairly made the yawl spring beneath his redoubled strokes.
For the next three or four minutes Duff kept his eye upon the advancing line, behind which a sea of steely ripples danced in the sunlight.
The cruiser, slowly heeling to leeward, veered her bow round to her course, and Duff could see the dash of water about her cut.w.a.ter as she forged ahead. Still the Wanderer lay motionless, like a beautiful picture, every sail that would draw set to catch the first whiff of the breeze that was bringing the corvette slowly within range.
Less than three miles separated the vessels, while the yawl, scarcely four hundred yards from the schooner, was lessening the distance rapidly. But the breeze traveled faster.
Ralph could see Gary in the rigging watching the cruiser through a gla.s.s. No attention seemed to be paid to the boat.
Three hundred yards--then two hundred--one hundred; and as the distance lessened their spirits rose. They were, however, half a cable length away, when a sullen boom was heard, and a solid shot came skipping along the surface of the sea to the left of the schooner.
"That is an order to "stay where you are"," remarked Duff. "Ah! here comes our wind," he added, as a cool, refreshing whiff fanned their brows. "Any other time and I would welcome it; but--come down on her, Ben!"
Ralph, fancying that he saw the Wanderer"s sails beginning to fill, sprang forward, seized an extra oar and pulled with all his might. The tired muscles were strained in a final effort, and the moist veins bulged about their temples.