A few hours carried them into the German Ocean. Here Quin thought he would try again for a little information.
"Sure it"s nor"-east we"re steerin", captain," he remarked in a casual way.
"No, it"s not," growled the skipper, very much through his nose; "she"s headin" west."
"It"s to _somewhere_ that coorse will take us in the ind, no doubt, if we carry on?" suggested Quin, interrogatively.
"Ay; oot to sea," replied the skipper.
Quin was obliged to give it up for the time being.
For some time they were nearly becalmed; then, as the land dropped astern and the shades of night deepened, the wind fell altogether, and, when the stars came out, a profound calm prevailed over the gently undulating sea. The exuberant spirits of our three friends were subdued by the sweet influences around, and, as the hour for rest drew near, the conversation, which at first became fitful, dropped at last to silence.
This was broken at length by Jackman saying, to the surprise of his companions, "What d"you say to reading a chapter before turning in? I"m fond of striking what"s called a key-note. If we begin this pleasure-trip with an acknowledgment of our dependence on G.o.d, we shall probably have a really pleasant time of it. What say you?"
Both Mabberly and Barret gladly agreed to their friend"s proposal--for both had been trained in G.o.d-fearing families--though neither would have had the courage to make the proposal himself. The crew were invited to join, and thus family worship was established on board the _Fairy_ from the first day.
Only one point is worthy of note in connection with this--although no one noted it particularly at the time, namely, that the portion of Scripture undesignedly selected contained that oft-quoted verse, "Ye know not what a day may bring forth."
The truth of this was very soon thrust home upon them by stern experience.
CHAPTER TWO.
THE VOYAGE AUSPICIOUSLY BEGUN AND PROMPTLY ENDED.
A voyage up the east coast of Great Britain and through the Pentland Firth does not usually take a long time. When the vessel is a swift little schooner-yacht, and the breeze is stiff as well as fair, the voyage is naturally a brief one.
Everything favoured the little _Fairy_. Sun, moon, and stars cheered her, and winds were propitious, so that our voyagers soon found themselves skimming over the billows of the western sea.
It was one part of Mabberly"s plan that he and his friends should do duty as part of the crew. He was himself accustomed to the handling of yachts, and Barret he knew had been familiar with the management of boats from childhood.
"You can steer, of course?" he had asked Giles Jackman almost as soon as they were fairly at sea.
"Well, ye-es, oh yes. No doubt I could steer if I were to try."
"Have you never tried?" asked his friend in surprise.
"Oh yes, I have tried--once. It was on an occasion when a number of us had gone on a picnic. We had to proceed part of the way to our destination by river in a small boat, which was managed by a regular old sea-dog--I forget his name, for we generally hailed him by the t.i.tle of Old Salt. Some of the impatient members of the party suggested a little preliminary lunch. There are always people ready to back up impatient suggestions! It was agreed to, and Old Salt was ordered to open the provision basket, which had been stowed away in the bows of the boat.
`Would you steer, sir?" said Old Salt to me, as he rose to go forward.
`Certainly, with pleasure," said I, for, as you know, it"s an old weakness of mine to be obliging! Well, in a few minutes they were all eating away as if they"d had no breakfast, while we went merrily down the river, with the current and a light breeze in our favour.
"Suddenly Old Salt shouted something that was smothered in its pa.s.sage through a bite of sandwich. I looked up, and saw a native canoe coming straight towards us. `Port!" roared Old Salt, in an explosion that cleared away half the sandwich. `No, thankee; I prefer sherry," said I.
But I stopped there, for I saw intuitively from the yell with which he interrupted me that something was wrong. `_Hard_ a-port!" he cried, jumping up and scattering his rations. I shoved the tiller hard to the side that suggested itself, and hoped for the best. The worst followed, for we struck the native canoe amidships, as it was steering wildly out of our way, and capsized it! There were only two men in it, and they could swim like ducks; but the river was full of alligators, and two sharp-set ones were on the scent instantly. It is my opinion that those two natives would, then and there, have been devoured, if we had not run in between and made such a splashing and hullaballoo with boat-hook, oars, and voices, that the monsters were scared away. I have never steered since that day."
"I don"t wonder; and, with my consent, you shall not steer now," said Mabberly, laughing. "Why, Giles, I was under the impression that you understood everything, and could do almost anything!"
"Quite a mistake, Bob, founded in error or superst.i.tion. You have confused the will with the deed. I am indeed willing to try anything, but my capacity for action is limited, like my knowledge. In regard to the higher mathematics, for instance, I know nothing. Copper-mining I do not understand. I may say the same with reference to Tartar mythology, and as regards the management of infants under two years I am densely ignorant."
"But do you really know nothing at all about boats and ships, Giles?"
asked Barret, who, being a good listener, did not always shine as a speaker.
"How can you ask such a question? Of course I know a great deal about them. They float, they sail and row, they steer--"
"Rather badly sometimes, according to your own showing!" remarked Barret.
Having cleared the Pentland Firth, Mabberly consulted the skipper one morning as to the prospects of the weather. "Going to fall calm, I fear," he said, as McPherson came aft with his hands in his pilot-coat pockets.
"Ay, sir, that iss true, what-e-ver."
To p.r.o.nounce the last word correctly, the central "e" must be run into a long-drawn, not an interjectional, sound.
"More-o-ver," continued the skipper, in his drawling nasal tone, "it"s goin" to be thick."
Being a weather-wise man, the skipper proved to be right. It did come thick; then it cleared, and, as we have said, things became favourable until they got further out to sea. Then a fancy took possession of Mabberly--namely, to have a "spin out into the Atlantic and see how it looked!" It mattered not to Jackman or Barret what they did or where they went; the first being exuberantly joyous, the other quietly happy.
So they had their run out to sea; but twenty-four hours of it sufficed-- it became monotonous.
"I think we"d better go back now," suggested Mabberly.
"Agreed," said his companions.
"Iss it goin" back you"ll be?" asked the skipper.
"Yes. Don"t you think we may as well turn now?" said Mabberly, who made it a point always, if possible, to carry the approbation of the skipper with him.
"I think it wa.s.s petter if we had niver come oot."
"Why so, Captain?"
"Because it"s comin" on to plow. Putt her roond, Shames."
James McGregor, to whom the order was given, and who was the _other_ man of the crew, obeyed. The yacht, which had latterly been beating against a headwind, now ran gaily before it towards the Scottish coast, but when night closed in no outlying islands were visible.
"We wull hev to keep a sharp look-oot, Shames," remarked the skipper, as he stopped in his monotonous perambulation of the deck to glance at the compa.s.s.
"Oo, ay," responded McGregor, with the air of a man who knew that as well as his superior.
"What do you fear?" asked Mabberly, coming on deck at the moment to take a look at the night before turning in.
"I fear naething, sir," replied McPherson, gravely.
"I mean, what danger threatens us?"
"None that I ken o"; but we"re makin" the land, an" it behooves us to ca" canny."
It may be well to remark here that the skipper, having voyaged much on all parts of the Scottish coast, had adopted and mixed up with his own peculiar English several phrases and words in use among the lowland Scots.
Next morning, when Mabberly again visited the deck, he found the skipper standing on the same spot where he had left him, apparently in the same att.i.tude, and with the same grave, sleepless expression on his cast-iron features. The boy, Robin Tips, was at the helm, looking very sleepy.