"Huh, it"s odd how things take some people. I once knew a chap, skipper of the _Flower of the Ocean_, who could drink a hogshead of beer an" be as sober as a judge except in one leg, an" that was a wooden one."
She laughed. It was impossible to be vexed with him.
"You have met some very remarkable shipmasters, if all you say be true," she cried.
"Sailors are queer folk, believe me. That same brig, _Flower of the Ocean_, an" a pretty flower she was, too--all tar an" coal-dust, with a perfume that would poison a rat--put into Grimsby one day, an" the crowd went ash.o.r.e. They kicked up a shindy with some bar-loungers, an"
the fur flew. When the police came, old Peg-leg, the skipper, you know, was the only man left in the place, havin" unshipped his crutch for the fight. "What have you bin a-doin" of here--throwin" grapes about?" asked the peeler, gazin" at the floor, suspicious-like.
"Grapes," said Dot-an"-carry-one, "them ain"t grapes. Them"s eyeb.a.l.l.s!" Another time--"
"Mr. Boyle!" shrieked Elsie, and fled.
"Huh!" he grunted. "Off before the wind when she hears a Sunday-school yarn like that. Wonder what she "d say if I told her about the plum-duff with beetles for Sultanas. Girls are brought up nowadays like orchids. They shouldn"t be let loose in this wicked world."
As Elsie pa.s.sed along the promenade deck she saw Courtenay, Tollemache, and Walker deep in consultation. They were arranging a percussion fuse of fulminating mercury. While she was watching them, Walker dropped a broken furnace bar on top of a small package placed on an iron block.
Instantly there was a sharp report, and Joey, who was an interested observer, jumped several feet. The men laughed, and she heard Courtenay say:
"That is the right proportion of fulminate. Now, Tollemache, I"ll help you to fix them. We do not know the moment those reptiles may choose to attack."
So the captain did not leave the Alaculof menace altogether out of count. Something rose in her throat, some wave of emotion which threatened her splendid serenity. She ran rather than walked to her cabin, flung herself on the bed, and sobbed piteously. It had to come, this tempest of tears. When desperate odds demanded unflinching courage, she faced them dry-eyed, with steadfast heart. But to-day, in the bright sunshine and apparent security of the ship, sinister death-shadows tortured her into rebellion. She did not stop to ask herself why she wept; being a woman, she yielded to the gust, and when it had ended, with the suddenness of a summer shower, she smiled through the vanishing tears. Her first concern was that none should be aware of her weakness.
"How stupid of me," she murmured. "What would the men think if they knew I broke down in this fashion."
She looked in a mirror. In the clear light without, any one could see she had been crying, and there was so much work to be done that she did not wish to remain in her stateroom until all tokens of the storm had pa.s.sed. She searched for a powder-puff, and was at a loss to discover its whereabouts until she recollected that the doctor had borrowed it for the use of a man slightly scalded when his own supply of antiseptic powder was exhausted. So she went into Isobel"s room, entering it for the first time since the _Kansas_ struck on the shoal. The two cabins communicated, as Mr. Baring had gone to the expense of having a door broken through the part.i.tion for the girls" use during the voyage. If Elsie had not already given way to tears she must have faltered now at the sight of her friend"s belongings strewed in confusion over the floor, chairs, dressing-table, and bed. Isobel possessed a gold-mounted dressing-case the size of an ordinary portmanteau. It held an a.s.sortment of pretty, and mostly useless, knick-knacks, and they had all been tumbled out in a frantic hurry. At first Elsie flinched from further scrutiny, but common sense told her that this despondent mood must be fought. She dropped to her knees, found a mother-o"-pearl _poudrier_, and picked up other scattered articles and replaced them in the dressing-case. To accomplish this it was necessary to rearrange various trays and drawers. Portraits of girl friends, including her own, and of men unknown to her, letters, memoranda, and other doc.u.ments, were thrown about in disorder. All these she put back in their receptacles, wondering the while what motive had led Isobel to make such a frenzied search for some special object that she cared not a jot what became of the remaining articles.
Yet, who could account for the frenzy of that terrible hour when the captain announced the ship"s danger? Even Courtenay himself, she remembered, had emptied a locker in a rapid hunt for the dog"s coat; but he had laughingly explained his haste later when some chance reference was made to his soaked garments.
Anything was explicable in the light of panic. She gathered up a skirt and some blouses, locked the dressing-case, put the key in her purse, and quitted the room with a heavy heart, for the handling of her friend"s treasures had brought sad memories.
Pa.s.sing into the deck corridor, she heard the captain"s voice, apparently at a considerable distance. Two hundred yards away from the ship, Courtenay and Tollemache were anchoring a flat framework, built of spare hatches and secured by wooden cross-pieces. On it stood the first of the infernal machines. The raft floated level with the water, so its only conspicuous fitting was a small spar and a block, to which a line and an iron bar were attached. The men looked strange in her eyes at that distance. In the marvellously clear light she could see their features distinctly, and, when Courtenay shouted to a sailor to haul in the slack of the line, she caught a trumpet-like ring that recalled the scene in the saloon when he held back the mob of stewards.
His athletic figure, silhouetted against the shimmering green of the water, was instinct with graceful strength. He looked a born leader of men, and, as though to mark his quickness of observation, no sooner had Elsie glanced over the side of the ship than he waved a hand to her.
She sighed. A bitter thought peeped up in her that he was perhaps a trifle careless in showing her these little attentions. She wished he would speak to her of that other girl who awaited him in England. A pleasant state of confidence would be established then; these secret twitches of sentiment were irritating.
Some women, in her place, would pay no heed to that aspect of their enforced relations; not so Elsie, whose virginal breast was unduly fluttered by the discovery that a young man is the most natural thing in the world for a young woman to think about.
She walked aft to obtain a nearer view of the operations. The sailors had already shut in a large portion of the promenade deck with canvas, and she noticed that loopholes were provided, every ten feet or so, to permit the effective use of the defenders" firearms. Thus, at each step, she was reminded of the precarious hold she had on life, and she was positively frightened when some mad impulse surged through her whole being, bidding her imperiously to abandon her ultra-conscientious loyalty to a woman she had never seen. Why struggle against circ.u.mstance? If death were so near, what did she gain by prudery?
For an instant she stood aghast at the revelation which had come to her. She was in love with Courtenay. She was ready to die by his side, fearless and joyous, if only he would put his arms around her and tell her that she was dear to him. Ah, the fierce delight of that first silent surrender! Her heart beat as it had never pulsed before, even under the stress of the storm or the sudden terror of the night attack. Her eyes shone, and her breath came laboriously between parted lips. Golden dreams coursed through her brain. She was thrilled with an unutterable longing.
Then her swimming eyes rested on a group of men standing on the p.o.o.p.
Among them was Christobal, interested, like the rest, in the floating of the mine. And forthwith Elsie fell from the clouds, and was brought back, shuddering, to cold reason again. She was sick at heart; she hated herself for her self-abas.e.m.e.nt. She must gird her with sackcloth and mourn; and the fight must be fought now, without parley or hesitation, unless the sweetness were to go forth from life for ever, and all things should turn to ashes in her mouth.
So, marshaling the best qualities of her womanhood, she quelled the turmoil in her breast, forced herself to join the men on the after deck, and said, when the smiling Spaniard turned to receive her:
"Why am I denied the mild excitement of mine-laying, Dr. Christobal?
Is it that you dread the effect on my nerves of these murderous preparations?"
"No," he answered, making room for her at the railing by his side. "I had missed you, of course, but I thought you were resting."
"Resting, indeed! I have been quite busy. Where do they mean to put the second contrivance?"
"About there," he said, indicating a point on the surface of the bay eastward of the canoe. His right arm was extended, and he placed his left hand on her shoulder. Courtenay, hailing Walker, saw the two leaning over the rails in that att.i.tude. Perhaps one of the two hoped that Courtenay would see them. Elsie, as part of her punishment, did not shrink away, though the touch of Christobal"s hand made her flesh creep. But Joey, whose mind was singularly free from complexities, leaped up at her. He wanted Elsie to tell him what Courtenay was doing out there, so far away from the ship. She stooped and picked him up.
Christobal had no excuse for a second caress.
"Bark, Joey," she whispered, "bark and call your master. If anything happens to him, you and I shall never see England again. And I am longing for home to-day."
CHAPTER XIII
THE FIGHT
Christmas Day arrived, and maintained its kindly repute by finding affairs on board the _Kansas_ changed for the better. Mr. Boyle was so far recovered that he could walk; he even took command of two watches in the twenty-four hours, but was forbidden to exert himself, lest the wound in his back should reopen. Several injured sailors and firemen were convalescent; the two most serious cases were out of danger; Frascuelo, hardy as a weed, dared the risk of using his damaged leg, and survived, though his progress along the deck was painful.
Nevertheless, on Christmas morning he presented himself before the captain, and asked leave to abandon his present quarters. He felt lonely in the forecastle, and wished to berth with the other Chileans in the neighborhood of the saloon. Although his luck was bad in some respects, the coal-trimmer was endowed with the nine lives of a cat, for there could be no manner of doubt that he dragged himself aft just in time to avoid being killed.
Yet, never was day less ominous in appearance. The breezy, sunlit morning brought no hint of coming tragedy. The fine weather which had prevailed since the _Kansas_ drifted into the estuary seemed to become more settled as the month wore. Suarez said it was unprecedented. Not only had he not witnessed in five years three consecutive days without rain, snow, or hail, but the Indians had a proverb: "Who so-ever sees fire-in-the-sky (the sun) for seven days shall see the leaf red a hundred times." In effect, centenarians were needed to bear testimony to a week"s fine weather; whereas no man--most certainly no woman--among the Alaculofs ever succeeded in reaching the threescore years and ten regarded by the psalmist as the span of life.
But the miner from Argentina never wavered in his belief that the Indians would soon muster every adult for an a.s.sault on the ship. The elements might waver, but not the hate of the savage. From the rising of the sun to the going down thereof Suarez was ever on the alert. He ate his meals with his eyes fixed on the low point of land which hid Otter Creek. He saw thin columns of smoke rising when no other eye on board could discern them. Once he made out the forms of a number of women searching for sh.e.l.lfish on some distant rocks at low water, and on Christmas morning he reported the presence of three canoes among the trees near Otter Creek, when Courtenay could scarce be sure of their character after scrutinizing them through his gla.s.ses.
Every other person on the ship held the opinion that the Alaculofs would attack by night, if they were not afraid to attempt the enterprise at all. So Suarez slept soundly, while his companions were on the _qui vive_ for a call to repel boarders. Were it not for the strain induced by the silent menace of their savage neighbors, the small company suffered no ill from their prolonged stay in this peaceful anchorage. There was work in plenty for all hands. Walker was re-enforced by a trio of firemen, whose technical knowledge, slight as it was, proved useful when he began to fit and connect the disabled machinery. For the rest, the promenade deck was walled with strong canvas, while Courtenay and Tollemache gave undivided attention to the fashioning of several other floating bombs which could be exploded from the ship. They also provided flexible steam-pipes in places where a rush might be made if the Indians once secured a footing on the deck, fore or aft. Steam was kept up constantly in the donkey-boiler, not alone for the electric light and the daily working of the pumps--as the _Kansas_ had not blundered over the shoal without straining some of her plates--but for use against the naked bodies of their possible a.s.sailants.
When day followed day without any sign of hostility, not a man on board, save Suarez and Tollemache, paid much real heed to the sh.o.r.eward peril. Walker, with his hammers and cold chisels, his screw-jacks and wrenches, was the center of interest. And Walker"s swarthy visage wore a permanent grin, which presaged well for the fulfilment of his promise. Elsie devoted herself to the hospital. She was thus brought more in contact with Christobal than with any of the others. Nor did he make this close acquaintance irksome to her. Always suave and charming in manner, he exerted himself to be entertaining. Though she knew full well that if the _Kansas_ reached the open sea again he would ask her to marry him, he was evidently content to deny himself the privileges of courtship until a proper time and season.
She was far too wise to appear to avoid Courtenay. Indeed, she was studiously agreeable to him when they met. She adopted the safe role of good-fellowship, flattering herself that her own folly would shrink to nothingness under the hourly castigation thus inflicted. During this period, Mr. Boyle"s changeable characteristics puzzled and amused her. As he grew stronger, and took part in the active life of the ship, so did his sudden excess of talkativeness disappear. Once she happened to overhear his remarks to a couple of Chileans who were told to swab off the decks. Obviously, they had scamped their work, and Boyle expostulated. Then she grasped the essential element in Boyle"s composition. He was capable only of a single idea. When he was chief officer he ceased to be an ordinary man; the corollary was, of course, that he ceased to use ordinary language.
She was in her cabin, and dared not come out while the tornado raged.
She did not know that Tollemache was listening, too, until she heard him ask:
"Did you ever meet any fellow who could swear harder than you, Boyle?"
"Yes, once," was the curt answer.
"He must have been a rotter. What did he say?"
"Huh! just the regulation patter, but he used a megaphone, so I gave him best. . . ."
But, so far as Elsie was concerned, Boyle"s fund of reminiscence had dried up.
After the midday meal on Christmas day--a sumptuous repast, for the due preparation of which Elsie had come to the Chilean cook"s a.s.sistance in the matter of the plum-pudding--Suarez suddenly reported that a new column of smoke was rising from Guanaco Hill, a crag dominating the eastern side of the bay. The hill owed its name, he explained, to a large cave, in which a legendary herd of llama was said to have its abode. Probably there had never been any llama on the island, but the Indians were frightened of the cave, with its galloping ghosts, and would not enter it. He was unable to attribute any special significance to the signal on that particular place. During the five years with the Alaculof tribe he had never seen a fire lit there before. That, in itself, was a fact sinister and alarming.
Suarez had sufficient tact not to make this statement publicly. He told Christobal, and the doctor pa.s.sed on the information to the captain. Both men went to the p.o.o.p with their gla.s.ses, and carefully examined the coast line.
Courtenay was the first to break an oppressive silence, and his low pitched voice announced stirring tidings.
"Do you see those canoes yonder?" he said.
"There were three under the trees before Suarez discovered the smoke on Guanaco. Now I fancy I can make out nearly a dozen. Though they are not launched, they have been put there for some purpose. Would you mind going forrard and asking Mr. Boyle to summon all hands on deck?
He knows exactly what to do. Remember that I regard you and Miss Maxwell as non-combatants, and expect you both to remain in the saloon.