Only the c.o.xswain stays to listen, or hear what he has to say. The others hurry on aft, making direct for the cabin, which, being between decks, is approached by a stairway.
Reaching this, they rush down, and stand before the door, which they find shut. Only closed, not locked. It yields to the turning of the handle; and, opening, gives them admission.
They enter hastily, one after the other, without ceremony or announcement. Once inside, they as quickly come to a stop, both looking aghast. The spectacle in the caboose was nought to what is now before their eyes. That was but startling; this is appalling.
It is the main-cabin they have entered; not a large one, for the polacca has not been constructed to carry pa.s.sengers. Still is it snug, and roomy enough for a table six feet by four. Such a one stands in the centre, its legs fixed in the floor, with four chairs around it, similarly stanchioned.
On the table there are decanters and dishes, alongside gla.s.ses and plates. It is a dessert service, and on the dishes are fruits, cakes, and sweetmeats, with fragments of the same on the plates. The decanters contain wines of different sorts; and there are indications of wine having been poured out into the gla.s.ses--some of them still containing it. There are four sets, corresponding to the four chairs; and, to all appearance, this number of guests have been seated at the table. But two of the chairs are empty, as if those who occupied them had retired to an inner state-room. It is the side-seats that are vacant, and a fan lying on one, with a scarf over the back of that opposite, proclaim their last occupants to have been ladies.
Two guests are still at the table; one at its head, the other at the foot, facing each other. And such guests! Both are men, though, unlike him in the caboose, they are white men. But, like him, they also appear in the extreme of emaciation: jaws with the skin drawn tightly over them, cheekbones prominent, chin protruding, eyes sunken in their sockets!
Not dead neither; for their eyes, glancing and glaring, still show life.
But there is little other evidence of it. Sitting stiff in the chairs, rigidly erect, they made no attempt to stir, no motion of either body or limbs. It would seem as if from both all strength had departed, their famished figures showing them in the last stages of starvation. And this in front of a table furnished with choice wines, fruits, and other comestibles--in short, loaded with delicacies!
What can it mean?
Not this question, but a cry comes from the lips of the two officers, simultaneously from both, as they stand regarding the strange tableau.
Only for an instant do they thus stand. Then the lieutenant, rushing up the stair, and on to the side, shouts out--
"Back to the ship, and bring the doctor! Row with all your might, men.
Away!"
The boat"s people, obedient, pull off with alacrity. They are but too glad to get away from the suspected spot. As they strain at their oars, with faces now turned towards the barque, and eyes wonderingly bent upon her, they see nought to give them a clue to the conduct of their officers, or in any way elucidate the series of mysteries, prolonged to a chain and still continuing. One imbued with a belief in the supernatural, shakes his head, saying--
"Shipmates! we may never see that lieutenant again; nor the young reefer, nor the old c.o.x--never!"
CHAPTER SIX.
"A PHANTOM SHIP--SURE!"
During all this while those on board the man-of-war have been regarding the barque--at the same time watching with interest every movement of the boat.
Only they who have gla.s.ses can see what is pa.s.sing with any distinctness. For the day is not a bright one, a haze over the sea hindering observation. It has arisen since the fall of the wind, perhaps caused by the calm; and, though but a mere film, at such far distance interferes with the view through their telescopes. Those using them can just tell that the cutter has closed in upon the strange vessel, and is lying along under the foremast shrouds, while some of her crew appear to have swarmed up the chains. This cannot be told for certain. The haze around the barque is more dense than elsewhere, as if steam were pa.s.sing off from her sides, and through it objects show confusedly.
While the frigate"s people are straining their eyes to make out the movement of their boat, an officer, of sharper sight than the rest, cries out--
"See! the cutter coming back!"
All perceived this, and with some surprise. It is not ten minutes since the boat grappled on to the barque. Why returning from her so soon?
While they are conjecturing as to the cause, the same officer again observes something that has escaped the others. There are but _eight_ oars, instead of ten--the regulation strength of the cutter--and ten men where before there were thirteen. Three of the boat"s crew must have remained behind.
This causes neither alarm, nor uneasiness, to the frigate"s officers.
They take it that the three have gone aboard the barque, and for some reason, whatever it be, elected to stay there. They know the third lieutenant to be not only a brave man, but one of quick decision, and prompt also to act. He has boarded the distressed vessel, discovered the cause of distress, and sends the cutter back to bring whatever may be needed for her. Thus reasons the quarterdeck.
It is different on the fore, where apprehensions are rife about their missing shipmates--fears that some misfortune has befallen them. True, no shots have been heard nor flashes seen. Still they could have been killed without firearms. Savages might use other, and less noisy, weapons.
The tale of the skin-clad crew gives colour to this supposition. But then the "cutters" went armed--in addition to their cutla.s.ses, being provided with pikes and boarding-pistols. Had they been attacked, they would not have retreated without discharging these last--less likely leaving three of their number behind. Besides no signs of strife or struggle have been observed upon the barque.
All the more mystery; and pondering upon it, the frigate"s crew are strengthened in their superst.i.tious faith. Meanwhile, the cutter is making way across the stretch of calm sea that separates the two ships, and although with reduced strength of rowers, cleaves the water quickly.
The movements of the men indicate excitement. They pull as if rowing in a regatta! Soon they are near enough to be individually recognised, when it is seen that neither of the two officers is in the boat! Nor the c.o.xswain--one of the oarsmen having taken his place at the tiller.
As the boat draws nearer, and the faces of the two men seated in the stern-sheets can be distinguished, there is observed upon them an expression which none can interpret. No one tries. All stand silently waiting till the cutter comes alongside, and sweeping past the bows, brings up on the frigate"s starboard beam, under the main-chains.
The officers move forward along the gangway, and stand looking over the bulwarks; while the men come crowding aft, as far as permitted.
The curiosity of all receives a check--an abrupt disappointment. There is no news from the barque, save the meagre sc.r.a.p contained in the lieutenant"s order: "Back to the ship, and bring the doctor."
Beyond this the cutter"s crew only knew that they have seen the hairy men. Seen and heard them, though without understanding a word of what these said. Two had sprung upon the shrouds, and shouted at the cutter"s people, as if scolding them off!
The tale spreads through the frigate, fore and aft, quick as a train of powder ignited. It is everywhere talked of, and commented on. On the quarter, it is deemed strange enough; while forward, it further intensifies the belief in something supernatural.
The tars give credulous ear to one who cries out: "That"s a phantom ship--sure!"
Their other comrade repeats what he said in the boat, and in the self-same words:
"Shipmates, we may never see that lieutenant again, nor the young reefer, nor the old c.o.x--never!"
The boding speech appears like a prophecy, on the instant realised.
Scarce has it pa.s.sed the sailor"s lips, when a cry rings through the frigate that startles all on board, thrilling them more intensely than ever.
While the men have been commenting upon the message brought back from the barque, and the officers are taking steps to hasten its execution-- the doctor getting out his instruments, with such medicines as the occasion seems to call for--the strange vessel has been for a time unthought of.
The cry now raised recalls her, causing all to rush towards the frigate"s side, and once more bend their eyes on the barque.
No, not _on_ her; only in the direction where she was last seen. For, to their intense astonishment, _the polacca has disappeared_!
CHAPTER SEVEN.
A BLACK SQUALL.
The surprise caused by the disappearance of the strange vessel is but short-lived; explained by that very natural phenomenon--a fog. Not the haze already spoken of; but a dense bank of dark vapour that, drifting over the surface of the sea, has suddenly enveloped the barque within its floating folds.
It threatens to do the same with the frigate--as every sailor in her can perceive. But though their wondering is at an end, a sense of undefined fear still holds possession of them. Nor is this due to the fast approaching fog. That could not frighten men who have dared every danger of the deep, and oft groped their way through icy seas shrouded in darkness almost amorphous.
Their fears spring from the old fancy, that the other phenomena are not natural. The fog of itself may be; but what brings it on, just then, at a crisis, when they were speculating about the character of the chased vessel, some doubting her honesty, others sceptical of her reality, not a few boldly p.r.o.nouncing her as a phantom? If an accident of nature, certainly a remarkable one.
The reader may smile at credulity of this kind; but not he who has mixed among the men of the forecastle, whatever the nationality of the ship, and whether merchantmen or man-of-war. Not all the training of naval schools, nor the boasted enlightenment of this our age, has fully eradicated from the mind of the canvas-clad mariner a belief in something more than he has seen, or can see--something _outside_ nature.
To suppose him emanc.i.p.ated from this would be to hold him of higher intelligence than his fellow-men, who stay ash.o.r.e ploughing the soil, as he does the sea. To thousands of these he can point, saying: "Behold the believers in supernatural existences--in spirit-rappings--ay, in very ghosts; this not only in days gone by, but now--now more than ever within memory of man!" Then let not landsmen scoff at such fancies, not a whit more absurd than their own credence in spiritualism.
Aside from this sort of feeling in the warship, there is a real and far more serious cause for apprehension, in which all have a share--officers as men. A fog is before their eyes, apparently drifting towards them.
It has curtained the other vessel, spreading over her like a pall, and will surely do the same with their own. They perceive, also, that it is not a fog of the ordinary kind, but one that portends storm, sudden and violent. For they are threatened by the _black squall_ of the Pacific.
Enough in its name to cause uneasiness about the safety of their ship; though not of her are they thinking. She is a strong vessel, and can stand the sea"s buffetings. Their anxiety is more for their shipmates, whose peril all comprehend. They know the danger of the two vessels getting separated in a fog. If they should, what will be the fate of those who have gone aboard the barque? The strange craft had been signalling distress. Is it scarcity of provisions, or want of water?
In either case she will be worse off than ever. It cannot be shortness of hands to work her sails, with these all set! Sickness then? Some scourge afflicting her crew--cholera, or yellow fever? Something of the kind seems probable, by the lieutenant sending back for the doctor--and the doctor only.