The understanding was tacit that all would spend the night on deck.
Dusk at length blotted out the shadows of their guardian destroyers, and a great and desolating loneliness settled down upon the ship. One by one the pa.s.sengers grew dumb; still they clung together, but seemingly their tongues would no more function.
With nightfall, the rain ceased, the breeze freshened a trifle, the pall of cloud lifted and broke, giving glimpses of remote, impersonal stars. Later a gibbous moon leered through the flying wrack, checkering the sea with a restless pattern of black and silver. In this ghastly setting the _a.s.syrian_, showing no lights, a shape of flying darkness pursuing a course secret to all save her navigators, strained ever onward, panting, groaning, quivering from stem to stern ... like an enchanted thing doomed to perpetual labours, striving vainly to break bonds invisible that transfixed her to one spot forever-more, in the midst of that bleak purgatory of shadow and moonshine and dread....
Sensitive to the eerie influence of the hour, Lanyard interrupted the tour of the decks which he had steadily pursued for the better part of the evening, and rested at the forward rail, looking down over the main deck, its bleached planking dotted with dark shapes of fixed machinery. In the bows the formless, uncouth bulk of the gun squatted in its tarpaulin. Its crew tramped heavily to and fro, shivering in heavy jackets, hands in pockets, shoulders hunched up to ears. Farther aft an iron door clanged heavily behind a sailor emerging from an alleyway; he approached the ship"s bell, with practised hand sounded two double strokes, then turned and sang out in the weird minor traditional in his calling:
"_Four bells--and a-a-all"s well_!"
Even as the wind made free with the melancholy echoes of that a.s.surance, the spell upon the ship was exorcised.
Overhead, from the foremast crow"s-nest, a voice screamed, hoa.r.s.ely urgent:
"_Torpedo! "Ware submarine to port_!"
Many things happened simultaneously, or in a span of seconds strangely scant. The gunners sprang to station, whipping away the tarpaulin, while their lieutenant focussed binoculars upon the confused distances of the night. Obedient to his instructions, the long, gleaming tube of steel pivoted smoothly to port.
From the bridge a signal rocket soared, hissing. The whistle loosed stentorian squalls of indignation and distress--one long and four short.
Commands were shouted; the engine-room telegraph wrangled madly. The momentum of the _a.s.syrian_ was checked startlingly; her bows sheered smartly off to port.
A rumour of frightened voices and pounding feet came from the leeward boat-deck, where the main body of the pa.s.sengers was congregated, hidden from Lanyard by the shoulder of the foreward deck-house. A number of men ran forward, paused by the rail, stared, and scurried back, yelling in alarm. At this the din swelled to uproar.
Scanning closely the surface of the sea, Lanyard himself descried a silvery arrow of spray lancing the swells, making with deadly speed toward the port bow of the _a.s.syrian_. But now both screws were churning full speed astern; the vessel lost headway altogether. Then her engines stopped. For a breathless instant she rested inert, like something paralyzed with fright, bows-on to the torpedo, the telegraph ringing frantically. Then the starboard screw began to turn full ahead, the port remaining idle. The bows swung off still more sharply to port. The torpedo shot in under them, vanished for a breathless moment, reappeared a boat"s-length to starboard, plunged harmlessly on its unhindered way down the side of the vessel, and disappeared astern.
Amidships terrified pa.s.sengers milled like sheep, hampering the work of the boat-crews at the davits. Ship"s officers raged among them, endeavouring to restore order. Half a mile or so dead ahead a tiny tongue of flame spat viciously in the murk. A projectile shrieked overhead, and dropped into the sea astern. Another followed and fell short.
The U-boat was sh.e.l.ling the _a.s.syrian_.
The forward gun barked violent expostulation, if without visible effect; the submarine lobbing two more sh.e.l.ls at the steamship with an indifference to its own peril astonishing in one of its craven breed, trained to strike and run before counterstroke may be delivered. Its extraordinary temerity, indeed, argued ignorance of the convoying destroyers.
Coincident with the second shot, however, these unleashed searchlights slashed the dark through and through with their great, white, fanlike blades, till first one then the other picked up and steadied relentlessly upon a toy-boat shape that swam the swells about midway between the _a.s.syrian_ and the destroyer off the port bows.
Simultaneously the quickfirers of the latter went into action, jetting orange flame. In the searchlights" glare, spurts of white water danced all round the submarine. A mutter of gunfire rolled over to the _a.s.syrian_, abruptly silenced by an imperative deep voice of heavier metal--which spoke but once.
With the lurid unreality of clap-trap theatrical illusion the U-boat vomited a great, spreading sheet of flame....
Someone at the rail, near Lanyard"s shoulder, uttered a hushed cry of horror.
He paid no heed, his interest wholly focussed upon that distant patch of shining water. As his dazzled vision cleared he saw that the submarine had disappeared.
Unconsciously, in French, he commented: "So that is finished!"
Likewise in French, but in a woman"s voice of uncommon quality, deep and bell-sweet, came the protest from the pa.s.senger at his side: "But, monsieur, what are we doing? We turn away from them--those poor things drowning there!"
That was quite true: under forced draught the _a.s.syrian_ was heading away on a new course.
"They drown out there in that black water--and we leave them to that!"
Lanyard turned. "The destroyers will take care of them," he said--"if any survived that explosion with strength enough to swim."
He spoke from the surface of his thoughts and with a calm that veiled profound surprise. The woman by his side was neither the American widow nor her English daughter, but wholly a stranger to the ship"s company he knew.
The training of the Lone Wolf had been wasted if one swift glance had failed to comprehend every essential detail: that tall, straight, slender figure cloaked in the folds of a garment whose hood framed a face of singular pallor and sweetness in the moonlight, its shadowed eyes wide with emotion, its lips a little parted....
With a shiver she lifted her hands to her eyes as if to darken the visions of her imagination.
"They die out there," she said, in murmurs barely audible.... "We turn our backs on them.... You think that right?"
"We play the game by the rules the enemy himself laid down," Lanyard returned. "They would have sunk us without one qualm of pity--would, in all probability, have sh.e.l.led our boats had any succeeded in getting off. They have done as much before, and will again. It is out of reason to insist that the captain risk his ship in the hope of picking up one or two drowning a.s.sa.s.sins."
"Risk his ship? How? They are helpless--"
"As a rule, U-boats hunt in pairs; always, when specially charged to sink one certain vessel. It was so with the _Lusitania_, with the _Arabic_ as well; I don"t doubt it was so in this instance--that we should have heard from a second submarine had not the destroyers opened fire when they did."
The woman stared. "You think that--?"
"That the Boche had specific instructions to waylay and sink the _a.s.syrian_? I begin to think that--yes."
This declaration affected the woman curiously; she shrank away a little, as from a blow, her eyes winced, her pale lips quivered. When she spoke, it was, strangely enough, in English so naturally enunciated that Lanyard could not doubt that this was her mother tongue.
"Then you think it is because...."
Of a sudden she wilted, clinging to the rail and trembling wildly.
Lanyard shot a glance aft. The disorder among the pa.s.sengers was measurably less, though excitement still ran so high that he felt sure they were as yet unnoticed. On impulse he stepped nearer.
"Pardon, mademoiselle," he said quietly; "you are excusably unstrung.
But all danger is past; and there is still time to regain your stateroom un.o.bserved. If you will permit me to escort you...."
He watched her narrowly, but she showed no surprise at this suggestion of intimacy with her affairs. After a brief moment she pulled herself together and dropped a hand upon the arm he offered. In another minute he was helping her over the raised watersill of the door.
Like all the ship the landing and main companionway were dark; but below, on the promenade deck, the second doorway aft on the starboard side stood ajar, affording a glimpse of a dimly lighted stateroom.
With neither hesitation nor surprise--for he was already satisfied in this matter--Lanyard conducted the woman to this door and stopped.
Her hand fell from his arm. She faltered on the threshold of Stateroom 27, eyeing him dubiously.
"Thank you, monsieur...?"
There was just enough accent of enquiry to warrant his giving her the name: "d.u.c.h.emin, mademoiselle."
"Monsieur d.u.c.h.emin.... Please to tell me how you knew this was my stateroom?"
"I occupy Stateroom 29. There was no one in 27 till after the tender came out last night. Furthermore, your face was strange, and I have come to know all others on board during our week"s delay in port."
The light was at her back; he could distinguish little of her shadowed features, but fancied her a bit discountenanced.
In a subdued voice she said, "Thank you," once more, a hand resting significantly on the door-k.n.o.b. But still he lingered.