CHAPTER FORTY NINE.
It needed no conjuror to explain that report. Every one knew what it meant. It was caused by the exploding of the strong iron-bound cask-- burst open by the gas engendered by the fire within. Of course the spirit was now spilled over the floor of the store-room and everywhere on fire; so that every combustible article within reach--and of these there were many--would soon catch the flame. There were dry barrels of biscuits, and quant.i.ties of bacon, hams, with lard, oil, and b.u.t.ter. It was remembered that there was a barrel of pitch, too, close to where the brandy-cask had been kept. All these would catch freely and burn rapidly and readily--especially the barrel of pitch, the head of which was open. It was thought there was no gunpowder for, although there had been a large quant.i.ty of coa.r.s.e blasting-powder aboard, it was part of the original freight, and had all been delivered to King Dingo Bingo in exchange for the slaves. So at least was it supposed at the time, and this hypothesis served a useful purpose--since it enabled the crew to act with more coolness than they would otherwise have done. There is no situation more calculated to destroy presence of mind than to be aboard a ship on fire, and to know that somewhere among the flames there is a barrel of powder.
Of course the crew of the _Pandora_ did not stand idle or inactive.
They ran in every direction in search of means to extinguish the fire.
Buckets were collected from all parts of the deck, and water was procured from pumps and over the sides. This was heaved down the hatchway of the store-room--bucketful after bucketful--but apparently without any good purpose. Still the flames raged and the water did not reach them; at all events, it failed to extinguish them.
Of course no one dared venture below. The smoke and fire forbade it-- any attempt to go down would have been a rash sacrifice of life, and no one thought of making it.
For nearly ten minutes the men continued to draw water, and dash it in bucketsful down the hatchway; but all to no purpose. The fire gained strength. The smoke grew thicker and hotter, from the pitch and other combustible substances that had now evidently caught the flames. It poured up in vast volumes till the cabin became filled. It was no longer possible to approach the hatchway, no longer possible even to enter the cabin. One or two who ventured in were half-stifled before they had gone six feet inside, and came reeling back like men who were drunk!
The buckets were thrown aside. They could no longer be of service--as no one could get near the hatchway to pa.s.s water down it, and it was of no use throwing it elsewhere.
But the hour of despair had not yet arrived. Sailors are men who rarely yield to despair; at all events not while the slightest chance remains to beget hope; and, bad as may have been their moral character, the crew of the _Pandora_ were not cowards. Linked with a thousand crimes they had the one virtue of courage--though brute courage it may have been.
Not yet did they despair. Other resources were now thought of. A piece of hose was attached to the spout of the pump, and carried to the door of the cabin; and by means of this water was still poured in.
But this contrivance proved unavailing. The mouth of the hose could not be got into the hatch, as it was impossible any longer to enter the cabin, and the water was spilled on the floor. It so chanced that the stern of the vessel sat high. The casks that had been emptied were all in the after-hold, while the full ones containing the sea-water were stowed forward. Hence the barque was higher abaft than at the bows.
For this reason the water thrown upon the cabin floor by means of the hose-pipe, instead of remaining there, came running back towards the gangways as fast as it was poured in.
This produced a new consternation; for the men had conceived hopes that, after deluging the cabin from the pumps, the water would run through the open hatch and then extinguish the fire below.
As soon as it was perceived that this purpose could not be accomplished, then, indeed, did symptoms of despair make their appearance upon the faces of the crew; and they began to turn their eyes upon one another with glances of interrogation and looks that proclaimed the knowledge that their plan had proved a failure. No one had the courage to say so, and the pumping went on--though it was evident, from the slowness of the motion and the want of energy exhibited, that the men who were working the handle were exerting themselves, only with a sort of mechanical effort that would soon yield to despondency and despair.
And so it yielded. Without any one saying a word, all seemed tacitly to have arrived at the same conclusion--that their efforts were idle; and all at once the pumping was suspended, the handle was dropped, the hose-pipe lay flattened along the deck, and the water ceased to flow!
By this time the whole after-part of the vessel was shrouded in smoke that had been oozing out from the door and windows of the cabin, and which, in consequence of the stillness of the night, was not carried away. Slowly it ascended into the air, and so straight upwards that the edge of the cloud had not yet approached the main-deck--although the whole of the mizen-mast was enveloped by the thick smoke and invisible to its very peak. Most of the quarter-deck covered, and the cabin was now completely hidden from view by the vapoury volume that cl.u.s.tered above and around it. As yet there was no flames to be seen, but the hissing, crackling sound coming up from below, at intervals fell upon the ear, and told that the fierce element was still raging there, and would soon exhibit itself in all its red and terrific splendour.
No one waited to watch its progress. No longer did any one think of attempting to extinguish, or even to check the fierce destroyer. All hopes of saving the vessel were given up; the _Pandora_ must be abandoned; and now was heard that heart-thrilling summons to the sailor--that last despairing cry--
"To the boats! to the boats!"
CHAPTER FIFTY.
There were three boats belonging to the barque _Pandora_. They were the "long-boat," the "pinnace," and the "captain"s gig." These would have been enough to have carried the whole crew--indeed the long-boat herself would have contained all hands, or nearly.
Thirty was reckoned her full complement, though, in a case of distress, forty persons might have found room in her, and she would have floated with that number, though not in a rough sea. She had been a good boat in her time, but was now old and worn, and there was a rotten plank or two among her timbers. She was not the boat originally made for the _Pandora_. This had been lost in a gale; and the one now aboard was an old weather and water-worn veteran, hurriedly obtained for the voyage.
The pinnace would have carried some fifteen men, had she been fit to go into the water, which she was not. She had met with an accident while in the river, and had not yet been repaired. She was not slung at that moment, but lying in the scuppers along the main-deck, where the carpenter had for days past been repairing her. The repairs, however, were not completed, and the boat could not go to sea. The long-boat and gig then must take the whole crew; and it was agreed that twenty eight should get into the former, while the remaining twelve could be stowed in the gig.
Of course this agreement was made by a kind of rambling general consent--for there was no deliberation about anything, the whole crew being now half-mad with haste and excitement.
A large number of the men had rushed at once towards the long-boat, and there I followed them. They soon swarmed up to the bulwarks, and set to work to poise the davits outward, and get the rigging in order for lowering the boats. I did not see Brace among them; and, fancying he might have gone with a party towards the gig, I started aft to find him--as it was my intention to go in whatever boat carried him. The gig was suspended at the stern, just under the taffrail; and to reach this point I had to pa.s.s through the smoke that enveloped the cabin. But although the atmosphere seemed perfectly stagnant, the cloud of smoke leant a little towards the larboard side, and on the opposite, or starboard side, the way was partially clear. I had observed one or more persons glide through towards the stern, and I followed them.
On arriving upon the p.o.o.p, I saw that there were five or six persons there, engaged in launching the gig. They were working with all their might, and apparently hurried by some extreme apprehension of terror.
Three of them I recognised as the captain, mate, and carpenter, and the others were men noted as their allies and firm friends. They had already lowered the boat nearly to the water; and just as I looked over the taffrail I heard the plash, as her keel dipped into the sea. I saw that there were some articles--the compa.s.s, with charts, and a few other things like boxes or barrels--already lying in the boat; but as yet none of the men had got into her.
On glancing at those who were around, I perceived that my friend was not among them; and I was turning to go back towards the main-deck, when all at once the six men who had lowered the gig--I now saw there were but six--pa.s.sed suddenly over the taffrail, and gliding down the davit-tackle, dropped into the boat.
Surely, thought I, they are not going to row off without their full complement of twelve? That was the understanding, and it was further agreed that all hands should help in lowering the long-boat before the gig should be launched; the latter, being small and light, could be got into the water in a few seconds of time, and half-a-dozen men would be enough; whereas, launching the great long-boat, getting her over the bulwarks, and then lowering her safely into the sea, was a work that required both time and the help of all hands.
That all were to a.s.sist in it had been specially arranged, in the hurried consultation which had been held after the cry had arisen, "To the boats!"
No doubt that those now engaged about the long-boat supposed that all hands were there; for in a crowd of forty men the absence of five or six is not readily noticed, and, as it was no longer daylight, the faces of none could be easily distinguished. The mate and captain would not have been missed more than any others. Their authority existed no longer, and their silly behaviour in belabouring the cook, when they should have been using the time to better advantage by endeavouring to stifle the fire, had led to the belief that both were "half-seas over," and, therefore, no attention had been afterwards paid to any orders from either of them.
It was they and the four men with them I had observed pa.s.sing abaft as I was looking for Ben, and I thought at the time that they were skulking, as if they did not wish to be seen!
As I stood upon the p.o.o.p, this conjecture was confirmed. The six were evidently about to steal the gig away, without waiting for the others she was to have carried.
I was irresolute how to act. I could not myself prevent them.
Remonstrance from me would have been laughed at, and I had not the strength to stay them. To call out would have been of no use. The sound of the fire roaring and crackling below, the hoa.r.s.e shouting of the men themselves, the yells and vociferations of the slaves forward, produced a medley of noises amidst which my cries would not have been heard, or, at all events, their object would not have been understood.
Another thing--it was too late to create any noise about it; for before I could make up my mind to do one thing or the other--either to cry out or run back--the gig was resting on the water, the six runaways had dropped into her, and the next moment had cut the davit-tackle and set the boat free!
They appeared to act with extreme haste--as if they apprehended being hindered from getting off, or were afraid that more would come up and leap in along with them so as to overload the boat.
I could not comprehend why they were in such a desperate hurry. There could be no danger of the gig being overloaded--as it was agreed she should only take twelve--and I knew that most of the crew would far prefer to go by the long-boat; moreover, there was as yet no danger from the fire, for, although smoke was oozing out by the binnacle, it would be a good while before this part could be ablaze. There was no one by the wheel. The perfect calm that had continued since near morning rendered a steersman superfluous, and the wheel stood idle and neglected. The compa.s.s was gone. It was it I had observed in the bottom of the boat.
I could not comprehend then why the captain and his five a.s.sociates were in such a way to be off, and thus desert the rest of their comrades in misfortune. There was some mystery in it.
There was a mystery, which in another moment was cleared up, and by the dastardly skipper himself, I was still standing by the taffrail, when the davit-tackle was cut, and saw the gig-oars shoved out and ready to pull away. The skipper himself grasped an oar. At that moment he looked up and noticed me. He half rose from his seat, and in drunken accents hiccuped out--
"Ahoy, there!--you boy, Bill!--tell "em t" look sharp--hiccup--in getting out long b"t--sharp, d"y" hear.--L"em be quick about it-- quick,--hiccup--for by--hiccup--there"s a barrel of pow--hiccup--powder aboard!"
CHAPTER FIFTY ONE.
The astounding intelligence, conveyed by the final sentence of this staggering speech, deprived me for the moment of the power of motion.
"A barrel of powder aboard!" These were his very words, and I had no reason to doubt that they were true. On the contrary, his behaviour, and that of those who were with him, went far to prove their truth. On no other supposition could I account for their haste to be gone; but the hypothesis of the powder at once explained it. Beyond a doubt the speech was true. There was a barrel of powder aboard! Both he and the mate were aware of it.
The dastards had made a sort of compromise with their consciences in now declaring it. They had preserved silence about it until they were themselves safe. If they had divulged the secret sooner, the whole crew might have followed them into the gig--dreading to stay any longer on board--and, therefore, they might not have got off so snugly. Now, however, that they were themselves beyond danger, there could be no harm in letting the others know it, as it might quicken their efforts at escape. Of course they did not desire to see their old a.s.sociates blown into the air--if it could be helped without any risk to themselves--but they had taken good care to remove the risk, before offering any hint about the probable catastrophe.
The skipper, as soon as he had given utterance to the appalling speech, sank back upon his seat; and, pulling along with the rest, the gig moved rapidly away.
I say that the astounding intelligence deprived me of the power of motion, and equally so of speech. It occurred to me to ask for an explanation--an additional averment as confirmation of its truth; but, before I could recover myself, it was too late--the boat was almost beyond hail. It would be no use shouting after. They would not hear, or, if they did, would not heed me; and what mattered it, for I could not doubt but what the man had said was meant as serious truth. Though not sober, he would hardly have jested then, and in such a fashion. The time and the circ.u.mstances were too solemn for jest--even for him, unfeeling fiend that he was.
No; he had spoken but the truth--the simple truth. Beyond all hope of a doubt there was a barrel of powder on board the _Pandora_!
Where was it? In the store-room, now filled with fire? where else was it likely to be? on the half-deck, or in the hold? No--not probable-- none of us had ever seen it there. There had been no powder observed in any part of the vessel to which the common sailors had access; none since the cargo was delivered to King Dingo. It must then be in the store-room, or in the captain"s own state-room? in either case contiguous to the flames--in either case close to where I was standing!
The thought roused my senses from the state of stupefaction into which they had fallen. The idea of self-preservation gave me new energies; and I lost no time in hastening away from the spot. It was a mere instinct to place myself as far from the danger as I could. I sprang from the p.o.o.p and ran forward upon the main-deck.
I was now at a loss as to how I should act. My first impulse had been to rush forward among the men and proclaim the intelligence communicated by the captain. I was on the point of doing so, when some good angel seemed to whisper "prudence."
I was always considered a boy of "quick-parts," and the life I had been lately leading had wonderfully sharpened my intellect. Just then it occurred to me, if I divulged the terrible secret it could do no good, but on the contrary, might beget great mischief. I saw that the sailors were exerting all their strength to get out the boat, and were making what haste they could. No power on earth could have caused them to go faster. The dread of the flames, now beginning to flow through the cabin-windows, was stimulus enough. Any additional dread would only paralyse them. I determined, therefore, to keep the fearful knowledge within my own breast. I thought of imparting it only to Ben, and for him I now went in search.