He paused, and captain and mate looked despair at each other.
"But I will tell you what you can do. The breeze will freshen tonight around midnight--see those tails of clouds and that thickness to windward, beyond the point there? That"s where she"ll come from, out of the southeast, hard. It is three hundred miles to Mangareva. Square away for it. There is a beautiful bed for your ship there."
The mate shook his head.
"Come in to the cabin, and we"ll look at the chart," said the captain.
McCoy found a stifling, poisonous atmosphere in the pent cabin. Stray waftures of invisible gases bit his eyes and made them sting. The deck was hotter, almost unbearably hot to his bare feet. The sweat poured out of his body. He looked almost with apprehension about him. This malignant, internal heat was astounding. It was a marvel that the cabin did not burst into flames. He had a feeling as if of being in a huge bake oven where the heat might at any moment increase tremendously and shrivel him up like a blade of gra.s.s.
As he lifted one foot and rubbed the hot sole against the leg of his trousers, the mate laughed in a savage, snarling fashion.
"The anteroom of h.e.l.l," he said. "h.e.l.l herself is right down there under your feet."
"It"s hot!" McCoy cried involuntarily, mopping his face with a bandana handkerchief.
"Here"s Mangareva," the captain said, bending over the table and pointing to a black speck in the midst of the white blankness of the chart. "And here, in between, is another island. Why not run for that?"
McCoy did not look at the chart.
"That"s Crescent Island," he answered. "It is uninhabited, and it is only two or three feet above water. Lagoon, but no entrance. No, Mangareva is the nearest place for your purpose."
"Mangareva it is, then," said Captain Davenport, interrupting the mate"s growling objection. "Call the crew aft, Mr. Konig."
The sailors obeyed, shuffling wearily along the deck and painfully endeavoring to make haste. Exhaustion was evident in every movement. The cook came out of his galley to hear, and the cabin boy hung about near him.
When Captain Davenport had explained the situation and announced his intention of running for Mangareva, an uproar broke out. Against a background of throaty rumbling arose inarticulate cries of rage, with here and there a distinct curse, or word, or phrase. A shrill c.o.c.kney voice soared and dominated for a moment, crying: "Gawd! After bein" in ell for fifteen days--an" now e wants us to sail this floatin" ell to sea again?"
The captain could not control them, but McCoy"s gentle presence seemed to rebuke and calm them, and the muttering and cursing died away, until the full crew, save here and there an anxious face directed at the captain, yearned dumbly toward the green clad peaks and beetling coast of Pitcairn.
Soft as a spring zephyr was the voice of McCoy:
"Captain, I thought I heard some of them say they were starving."
"Ay," was the answer, "and so we are. I"ve had a sea biscuit and a spoonful of salmon in the last two days. We"re on whack. You see, when we discovered the fire, we battened down immediately to suffocate the fire. And then we found how little food there was in the pantry. But it was too late. We didn"t dare break out the lazarette. Hungry? I"m just as hungry as they are."
He spoke to the men again, and again the throat rumbling and cursing arose, their faces convulsed and animal-like with rage. The second and third mates had joined the captain, standing behind him at the break of the p.o.o.p. Their faces were set and expressionless; they seemed bored, more than anything else, by this mutiny of the crew. Captain Davenport glanced questioningly at his first mate, and that person merely shrugged his shoulders in token of his helplessness.
"You see," the captain said to McCoy, "you can"t compel sailors to leave the safe land and go to sea on a burning vessel. She has been their floating coffin for over two weeks now. They are worked out, and starved out, and they"ve got enough of her. We"ll beat up for Pitcairn."
But the wind was light, the Pyrenees" bottom was foul, and she could not beat up against the strong westerly current. At the end of two hours she had lost three miles. The sailors worked eagerly, as if by main strength they could compel the PYRENEES against the adverse elements. But steadily, port tack and starboard tack, she sagged off to the westward.
The captain paced restlessly up and down, pausing occasionally to survey the vagrant smoke wisps and to trace them back to the portions of the deck from which they sprang. The carpenter was engaged constantly in attempting to locate such places, and, when he succeeded, in calking them tighter and tighter.
"Well, what do you think?" the captain finally asked McCoy, who was watching the carpenter with all a child"s interest and curiosity in his eyes.
McCoy looked sh.o.r.eward, where the land was disappearing in the thickening haze.
"I think it would be better to square away for Mangareva. With that breeze that is coming, you"ll be there tomorrow evening."
"But what if the fire breaks out? It is liable to do it any moment."
"Have your boats ready in the falls. The same breeze will carry your boats to Mangareva if the ship burns out from under."
Captain Davenport debated for a moment, and then McCoy heard the question he had not wanted to hear, but which he knew was surely coming.
"I have no chart of Mangareva. On the general chart it is only a fly speck. I would not know where to look for the entrance into the lagoon.
Will you come along and pilot her in for me?"
McCoy"s serenity was unbroken.
"Yes, Captain," he said, with the same quiet unconcern with which he would have accepted an invitation to dinner; "I"ll go with you to Mangareva."
Again the crew was called aft, and the captain spoke to them from the break of the p.o.o.p.
"We"ve tried to work her up, but you see how we"ve lost ground. She"s setting off in a two-knot current. This gentleman is the Honorable McCoy, Chief Magistrate and Governor of Pitcairn Island. He will come along with us to Mangareva. So you see the situation is not so dangerous. He would not make such an offer if he thought he was going to lose his life. Besides, whatever risk there is, if he of his own free will come on board and take it, we can do no less. What do you say for Mangareva?"
This time there was no uproar. McCoy"s presence, the surety and calm that seemed to radiate from him, had had its effect. They conferred with one another in low voices. There was little urging. They were virtually unanimous, and they shoved the c.o.c.kney out as their spokesman. That worthy was overwhelmed with consciousness of the heroism of himself and his mates, and with flashing eyes he cried:
"By Gawd! If "e will, we will!"
The crew mumbled its a.s.sent and started forward.
"One moment, Captain," McCoy said, as the other was turning to give orders to the mate. "I must go ash.o.r.e first."
Mr. Konig was thunderstruck, staring at McCoy as if he were a madman.
"Go ash.o.r.e!" the captain cried. "What for? It will take you three hours to get there in your canoe."
McCoy measured the distance of the land away, and nodded.
"Yes, it is six now. I won"t get ash.o.r.e till nine. The people cannot be a.s.sembled earlier than ten. As the breeze freshens up tonight, you can begin to work up against it, and pick me up at daylight tomorrow morning."
"In the name of reason and common sense," the captain burst forth, "what do you want to a.s.semble the people for? Don"t you realize that my ship is burning beneath me?"
McCoy was as placid as a summer sea, and the other"s anger produced not the slightest ripple upon it.
"Yes, Captain," he cooed in his dove-like voice. "I do realize that your ship is burning. That is why I am going with you to Mangareva. But I must get permission to go with you. It is our custom. It is an important matter when the governor leaves the island. The people"s interests are at stake, and so they have the right to vote their permission or refusal. But they will give it, I know that."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite sure."
"Then if you know they will give it, why bother with getting it? Think of the delay--a whole night."
"It is our custom," was the imperturbable reply. "Also, I am the governor, and I must make arrangements for the conduct of the island during my absence."
"But it is only a twenty-four hour run to Mangareva," the captain objected. "Suppose it took you six times that long to return to windward; that would bring you back by the end of a week."
McCoy smiled his large, benevolent smile.