The rocket swept up in a wide curve and burst into crimson lights. After this there was darkness for a time until an indistinct black object appeared against the brightening sky. Then the launch sank back into the trough, where the gloom was only broken by the glimmer of the phosph.o.r.escence that spangled the water. When she swung up on the top of the next swell the steamer was plainer and Kit blew the whistle as he changed their course.
When the moon rose slowly out of the sea he stopped the clanking engine and the launch reeled up and down, some fifty yards off the steamer. The _Rio Negro _carried no lights, but the phosph.o.r.escence shone upon her wet plates as she rolled them out of the water. Her side rose high and black, and then sank until her rail was nearly level with the spangled foam.
Indistinct figures scrambled about her deck, and when Kit sheered the launch in, her ladder went down with a rattle. A half-breed on board the launch caught it with his boat hook, and Adam stood at the bow, waiting for a chance to jump upon the narrow platform that lurched up above him and then plunged into the sea. Kit felt anxious. He did not think Adam was equal to the effort and dreaded the consequences of the shock if he missed and fell.
"Stand by!" he shouted to the seaman on the ladder when the _Rio Negro_ steadied after a violent roll; and then touched Adam. "Now; before she goes back!"
Adam, jumping awkwardly, seized the seaman"s hand, and Kit, leaning out, pushed him on to the platform as it began to sink. Then he jumped and coming down in a foot or two of water helped Adam to the deck. Mayne met them at the gangway and took them to his room, where Adam sat down and gasped. When Mayne poured out some liquor he clutched the gla.s.s with a shaking hand. After he drained it he was silent for a moment or two; and then asked in a strained voice: "Have you brought the goods?"
"Got them all. We hadn"t a nice trip. Don"t know how Finlay kept her going and I thought I"d lost her on Tortillas reef; but we can talk about that afterwards."
Adam made a sign of satisfaction and leaned back feebly. "It"s some relief to know the goods are here."
"Finlay can drive her seven knots and has plenty steam," Mayne said to Kit. "I"m bothered about the water; there won"t be too much."
Kit asked the vessel"s draught and looked thoughtful when he heard what it was.
"I can"t guarantee my soundings, but imagine she won"t float across and an ugly sea is running on the bar."
"She"ll certainly hit the bottom and the chances are she hits it hard,"
Mayne remarked when Kit told him the depth he had got. "I expect, too, the mist will drift off from the mangroves with the land-breeze and hide our marks." He paused and glanced at Adam, who leaned back in a corner with his eyes half shut.
"But I reckon we have got to take her in?"
"Yes," said Adam dully. "Leave me alone; you can fix things with Kit."
Mayne beckoned Kit and they went to the bridge. The moon had risen and threw a belt of silver light across the sea, but it was a half moon and would not help them much. Ahead, in the distance, gray haze obscured the water, and the dull roar that came out of the mist had become distinct.
Mayne rang his telegraph to reduce the speed.
"So far as I can reckon, it won"t be high-water for most two hours, and on this coast you can"t calculate just how much the tide will rise.
There"s going to be trouble if we find it shoaler than we expect and I had plenty trouble coming along. Finlay could hardly drive her four knots in last night"s breeze and the current put us on Tortillas reef. She stopped there twenty minutes, jambed down on her bilge while the sea came on board."
Kit noted two boats that had obviously been damaged while the steamer hammered on the reef, and the white crust of salt on the funnel; but Mayne resumed: "Say, the old man looks shaky; never seen him like that.
You want to get him home."
"He won"t go. However, he"s rather worse tonight. I think he was anxious about your turning up in time to catch the tide. The journey tried him and now a reaction has begun."
"Well, I allow there"s not much use in arguing if he means to stay; but he needn"t have bothered about my getting across. When the orders came, I knew I had to bring her or pile her up. What Askew says goes."
They were silent for a time while the _Rio Negro_, with engines throbbing slowly, crept towards the coast. The land breeze brought off a steamy heat and a sour smell. The long undulations were wrinkled by small waves, and a thin low haze that obscured the moon spread across the water. Kit, looking up now and then, could see the mastheads swing across the sky.
There was, however, nothing to be seen ahead but a gray line that moved back as the steamer went on.
"It"s sure a blamed bad night for our job," Mayne remarked as he gazed towards the hidden land. "I"m glad I told your dagos to burn a flare when they hit the channel."
Kit said nothing. The launch had vanished, and there was no guiding light in the mist. The turmoil of the surf had got louder and rang through the dark like the roar of a heavy train. Presently Mayne ordered a sounding to be taken and looked at Kit when the leadsman called the depth.
"A foot less than we reckoned, and there won"t be much rise. I don"t like it, Mr. Askew, and if my employer was not your uncle, I"d heave the old boat round."
Kit nodded sympathetically. He felt he hated the smothering haze that rolled in front and hid the dangers, but they must go on and trust to luck. He knew Adam"s plans and no arguments would shake his resolve. Half an hour later a twinkle broke out some distance ahead and Mayne rang his telegraph.
"I"m thankful for that, anyhow," he remarked. "We"ll let her go, but I have my doubts about what will happen next."
The throb of engines quickened, the gurgle of water got louder at the bows, and the _Rio Negro_, lurching sharply, went sh.o.r.ewards with tide and swell. The twinkle vanished and reappeared, to starboard now, and chains rattled as the quartermaster pulled round the wheel. Then the light faded and they were left without a guide in the puzzling haze. Ten minutes afterwards there was a heavy shock, and a rush of foam swept the rail as the steamer listed down. She lifted and struck again with a jar that tried Kit"s nerve. A hoa.r.s.e shout came from the forecastle and men ran about the slanted deck as a frothing sea rolled on board. Mayne, clutching his telegraph, beckoned Kit.
"Bring Mr. Askew up. He"s got to tell me what I am to do."
Kit met Adam clumsily climbing the ladder and when he helped him to the bridge Mayne remarked: "She"s on the tongue shoal. Don"t know if I can back her off and steam out to deep water, but, if you consent, I want to try."
"I won"t consent," said Adam. "We"re going in! What"s that light to starboard?"
"The launch; she"s in the channel. I doubt if there"s water enough for us, if we can get there."
"Then, shove her across the sand or let her go to bits."
Mayne rang the telegraph and touched his cap. "Very well! She"s your ship, and we have some sound boats left."
For the next ten minutes Kit clung to the bridge. He wanted to help Adam into the pilot-house, but the old man waved him off. Clouds of spray swept the vessel and made it hard to see her rail where the white combers leaped. Now and then one broke on board and poured in a foaming torrent across the slanted deck; she trembled horribly as she struck the sand. It looked as if she were driving sideways across the shoal, but the flare on the launch had gone out and Kit doubted if Mayne knew where he was.
Sometimes the tall, black forecastle swung in a quarter-circle; sometimes the stern went round. For the most part, however, she lay with her side to the rollers and it was plain that the struggle could not last long. If they did not get off in a few minutes, rivets would smash and b.u.t.ts open, and one must take one"s chances in the boats. Two were damaged, but others might be launched, and Kit was relieved to note that two or three deck-hands moved about as if engaged in clearing the davit-tackles. He sympathized with the men, although he did not think Mayne had given them orders.
In the meantime, Adam clung to the rails, swaying when the bridge slanted, but looking unmoved, and Kit knew that so long as the _Rio Negro"s_ engines turned he would go on. It was not for nothing men called him the Buccaneer, and now that he was staking his life and fortune on a hazardous chance there was something daunting about his grim resolve.
A sea rolled up astern and buried the p.o.o.p. Kit felt the steamer lift and turn, as if on a pivot at the middle of her length. The after-deck was full of water, but the bows were high and going round, and he was conscious of a curious shiver that ran through the straining hull as she shook herself free from the sand. She crawled forward, stopped, and moved again with a staggering lurch. The next sea swept her on, but she did not strike, and after a few moments Kit knew she had crossed the top of the shoal.
Her whistle shrieked above the turmoil of the sea, a light blinked in the spray, and she lurched on before the tumbling combers. By and by the water got smooth and an indistinct dark ma.s.s grew out of the mist.
Mayne, who was pacing up and down his bridge, stopped near Kit with a reckless laugh.
"This is the kind of navigation they break skippers for! If those are the mangroves on False Point, I may take her in; if they"re not, we"ll make a hole in the forest."
Kit looked about, but could not see the launch. The dark ma.s.s was a thick belt of trees, but he did not know, and did not think Mayne knew, where they were, and the easy motion indicated that the tide was carrying the steamer on. Much to his relief, the indistinct wall of forest seemed to bend back, away from the sea. It looked as if they were entering the lagoon; and then he heard the telegraph and the rattle of rudder chains.
The screw shook the vessel as it spun hard-astern, and the bows began to swing. It was, however, too late; the forecastle would not clear the mangroves, and Kit knew the water was deep among their roots. Shouting to Adam, he seized the rails and waited for the shock. It came, for there was a crash, and a noise of branches breaking. The steamer rolled, recoiled, and forged on into the forest.
Some minutes later, Mayne stopped his engines and there was a curious quietness as he came up to Adam.
"We are fast in the mud, sir. Although she"ll take a list when the tide falls, we may be able to work cargo. I"ll lay out an anchor in the morning and try to heave her off, but I calculate it will be full moon before she floats."
CHAPTER VII
THE MANGROVE SWAMP
Early next morning, Kit went on deck. Although it was hot, everything dripped with damp, and sour-smelling mist drifted past the ship. Her masts and funnels slanted and Kit could hardly keep his footing on the inclined deck. When he looked over the rail, the rows of wet plates ran up like a wall above broken mangrove roots and pools of slime. Smashed trunks and branches were piled against the bows and dingy foliage overhung the vessel"s lower side.
Kit walked aft. The screw was uncovered, and shallow, muddy water, dotted by floating sc.u.m, surrounded the stern, which projected into the lagoon.
In one place, however, a mud-bank touched the bilge, and three or four men, standing on planks, cautiously tried its firmness. They were wet and splashed, and one who ventured a few yards from the plank sank to his waist. The others pulled him out and then they climbed a rope ladder. Kit thought the experiment proved that nothing useful could be done until the tide flowed round the ship.