"I was in the engine-room on Friday night, just before the middle watch, when Bell whustled down the tube: "She"s done it"; an" up I came.
"The Grotkau was just a fair distance south, an" one by one she ran up the three red lights in a vertical line--the sign of a steamer not under control.
""Yon"s a tow for us," said Bell, lickin" his chops. "She"ll be worth more than the Breslau. We"ll go down to her, McPhee!"
""Bide a while," I said. "The seas fair throng wi" ships here."
""Reason why," said Bell. "It"s a fortune gaun beggin". What d" ye think, man?"
""Gie her till daylight. She knows we"re here. If Bannister needs help he"ll loose a rocket."
""Wha told ye Bannister"s need? We"ll ha" some rag-an"-bone tramp snappin" her up under oor nose," said he; an" he put the wheel over. We were goin" slow.
""Bannister wad like better to go home on a liner an" eat in the saloon. Mind ye what they said o" Holdock & Steiner"s food that night at Radley"s? Keep her awa", man--keep her awa". A tow"s a tow, but a derelict"s big salvage."
""E-eh! "said Bell. "Yon"s an inshot o" yours, Mac. I love ye like a brother. We"ll bide whaur we are till daylight"; an" he kept her awa".
"Syne up went a rocket forward, an" twa on the bridge, an" a blue light aft. Syne a tar-barrel forward again.
""She"s sinkin"," said Bell. "It"s all gaun, an" I"ll get no more than a pair o" night-gla.s.ses for pickin" up young Bannister--the fool!"
"" Fair an" soft again," I said. "She"s signallin" to the south of us.
Bannister knows as well as I that one rocket would bring the Breslau.
He"ll no be wastin" fireworks for nothin". Hear her ca"!"
"The Grotkau whustled an" whustled for five minutes, an" then there were more fireworks--a regular exhibeetion.
""That"s no for men in the regular trade," says Bell. "Ye"re right, Mac. That"s for a cuddy full o" pa.s.sengers." He blinked through the night-gla.s.ses when it lay a bit thick to southward.
""What d" ye make of it?" I said.
""Liner," he says. "Yon"s her rocket. Ou, ay; they"ve waukened the gold-strapped skipper, an"--noo they"ve waukened the pa.s.sengers. They"re turnin" on the electrics, cabin by cabin. Yon"s anither rocket! They"re comin" up to help the perishin" in deep watters."
""Gie me the gla.s.s," I said. But Bell danced on the bridge, clean dement.i.t. "Mails-mails-mails!" said he. "Under contract wi" the Government for the due conveyance o" the mails; an" as such, Mac, yell note, she may rescue life at sea, but she canna tow!--she canna tow!
Yon"s her night-signal. She"ll be up in half an hour!"
""Gowk!" I said, "an" we blazin" here wi" all oor lights. Oh, Bell, ye"re a fool!"
"He tumbled off the bridge forward, an" I tumbled aft, an" before ye could wink our lights were oot, the engine-room hatch was covered, an"
we lay pitch-dark, watchin" the lights o" the liner come up that the Grotkau"d been signallin" to. Twenty knot an hour she came, every cabin lighted, an" her boats swung awa". It was grandly done, an" in the inside of an hour. She stopped like Mrs. Holdock"s machine; down went the gangway, down went the boats, an" in ten minutes we heard the pa.s.sengers cheerin", an" awa" she fled.
""They"ll tell o" this all the days they live," said Bell. "A rescue at sea by night, as pretty as a play. Young Bannister an" Calder will be drinkin" in the saloon, an" six months hence the Board o" Trade "ll gie the skipper a pair o" binoculars. It"s vara philanthropic all round."
"We"ll lay by till day--ye may think we waited for it wi" sore eyes an"
there sat the Grotkau, her nose a bit c.o.c.ked, just leerin" at us. She looked paifectly ridiculous.
""She"ll be fillin" aft," says Bell; "for why is she down by the stern?
The tail-shaft"s punched a hole in her, an"--we "ve no boats. There"s three hunder thousand pound sterlin", at a conservative estimate, droonin" before our eyes. What"s to do?" An" his bearin"s got hot again in a minute: he was an incontinent man.
""Run her as near as ye daur," I said. "Gie me a jacket an" a lifeline, an" I"ll swum for it." There was a bit lump of a sea, an" it was cold in the wind--vara cold; but they"d gone overside like pa.s.sengers, young Bannister an" Calder an" a", leaving the gangway down on the lee-side.
It would ha" been a flyin" in the face o" manifest Providence to overlook the invitation. We were within fifty yards o" her while Kinloch was garmin" me all over wi" oil behind the galley; an" as we ran past I went outboard for the salvage o" three hunder thousand pound. Man, it was perishin" cold, but I"d done my job judgmatically, an" came sc.r.a.pin"
all along her side slap on to the lower gratin" o" the gangway. No one more astonished than me, I a.s.sure ye. Before I"d caught my breath I"d skinned both my knees on the gratin", an" was climbin" up before she rolled again. I made my line fast to the rail, an" squattered aft to young Bannister"s cabin, whaaur I dried me wi" everything in his bunk, an" put on every conceivable sort o" rig I found till the blood was circulatin". Three pair drawers, I mind I found--to begin upon--an"
I needed them all. It was the coldest cold I remember in all my experience.
"Syne I went aft to the engine-room. The Grotkau sat on her own tail, as they say. She was vara shortshafted, an" her gear was all aft. There was four or five foot o" water in the engine-room slummockin" to and fro, black an" greasy; maybe there was six foot. The stoke-hold doors were screwed home, an" the stoke-hold was tight enough, but for a minute the mess in the engine-room deceived me. Only for a minute, though, an" that was because I was not, in a manner o" speakin", as calm as ordinar". I looked again to mak" sure. "T was just black wi" bilge: dead watter that must ha" come in fortuitously, ye ken."
"McPhee, I"m only a pa.s.senger," I said, "but you don"t persuade me that six foot o" water can come into an engine-room fortuitously."
"Who"s tryin" to persuade one way or the other?" McPhee retorted. "I"m statin" the facts o" the case--the simple, natural facts. Six or seven foot o" dead watter in the engine-room is a vara depressin" sight if ye think there"s like to be more comin"; but I did not consider that such was likely, and so, yell note, I was not depressed."
"That"s all very well, but I want to know about the water," I said.
"I"ve told ye. There was six feet or more there, wi" Calder"s cap floatin" on top."
"Where did it come from?"
"Weel, in the confusion o" things after the propeller had dropped off an" the engines were racin" an" a", it"s vara possible that Calder might ha" lost it off his head an" no troubled himself to pick it up again. I remember seem" that cap on him at Southampton."
"I don"t want to know about the cap. I"m asking where the water came from and what it was doing there, and why you were so certain that it wasn"t a leak, McPhee?"
"For good reason-for good an" sufficient reason."
"Give it to me, then."
"Weel, it"s a reason that does not properly concern myself only. To be preceese, I"m of opinion that it was due, the watter, in part to an error o" judgment in another man. We can a" mak" mistakes."
"Oh, I beg your pardon?"
"I got me to the rail again, an", "What"s wrang?" said Bell, hailin".
""She"ll do," I said. "Send"s o"er a hawser, an" a man to steer. I"ll pull him in by the life-line."
"I could see heads bobbin" back an" forth, an" a whuff or two o" strong words. Then Bell said: "They"ll not trust themselves--one of "em--in this waiter--except Kinloch, an" I"ll no spare him."
""The more salvage to me, then," I said. "I"ll make shift solo."
"Says one dock-rat, at this: "D" ye think she"s safe?"
""I"ll guarantee ye nothing," I said, "except maybe a hammerin" for keepin" me this long."
"Then he sings out: "There"s no more than one lifebelt, an" they canna find it, or I"d come."
""Throw him over, the Jezebel," I said, for I was oot o" patience; an"
they took haud o" that volunteer before he knew what was in store, and hove him over, in the bight of my life-line. So I e"en hauled him upon the sag of it, hand over fist--a vara welcome recruit when I"d tilted the salt watter oot of him: for, by the way, he could na swim.
"Syne they bent a twa-inch rope to the life-line, an" a hawser to that, an" I led the rope o"er the drum of a hand-winch forward, an" we sweated the hawser inboard an" made it fast to the Grotkau"s bitts.
"Bell brought the Kite so close I feared she"d roll in an" do the Grotkau"s plates a mischief. He hove anither life-line to me, an" went astern, an" we had all the weary winch work to do again wi" a second hawser. For all that, Bell was right: we"d along tow before us, an"
though Providence had helped us that far, there was no sense in leavin"