"What"s that?" he growled. "Go farther away! Desert them as is wanting our help! Wall, if I ain"t jiggered! We calls ourselves white men, and----"
"Stop!" commanded the skipper sternly. "Get down on that seat and pull, Macdougal. You"re a fool, I"m thinking. Jest remember that I"m your skipper still, and taking orders from no one. I"m working in the interest of all."
"Aye, aye, sir. Macdougal, get to at it!" growled the mate, scowling at the sailor, and clenching a pair of brawny fists. Not that this officer was really angry with Macdougal. In his heart of hearts he rather admired the man; but discipline was discipline, and the skipper had many a time proved his own courage and discretion. Still, even his persuasion did not make of the sailor a willing man; for the moment Macdougal was obedient, though mutiny and smouldering anger flashed from his eyes.
Meanwhile the sinking vessel had displayed another series of erratic movements. That sickening roll from side to side had been replaced by a gentle pitching fore and aft, and as the seconds fled swiftly by, the pitching had become slowly and almost imperceptibly greater. Then, suddenly, the vessel tossed her bows into the air till her watermarks were visible to those swimming in the ocean. But it was only for a little while. The bows came down again with a heave, which sent her forecastle beneath the surface, till she looked as though she were in the act of plunging to the bottom. Up she came again, displacing a huge ma.s.s of water, and raising a wave which spread quickly across the sea till it reached the boat hovering at a distance and rocked it. She canted heavily to port, showing the whole of her length of deck, and with such a violent movement that the pa.s.senger aboard was flung clear of the rail right out into the water. Then souse went her bows once more, raising the stern like a pinnacle into the gloom which surrounded everything.
"Yo grip him and get away back, quick as yo can," bellowed Tom, his mouth almost submerged, his powerful arms bearing him swiftly to help in the rescue. "I"s close behind yo, Ma.s.sa Jim."
But he might have shouted to a log of wood for all the use his words were. Jim heard not a syllable of his warning, for his eyes and all his attention were fixed upon the injured man who had been thrown from the vessel. He reached him in the course of a few seconds, and turning him upon his back supported his head.
"I"m fine," he heard the man say faintly. "This arm of mine don"t give me no more than a dog"s chance of swimming. You clear off, young chap.
You"ve the right stuff in you, there ain"t a doubt; but I"m fine. Don"t you get worrying."
The last words were almost cut off by water lapping into his mouth. The huge wave raised by the sudden lifting of the vessel caught them both, and for a moment the two were hidden from sight by a ma.s.s of surging green foam. Jim kicked frantically, bearing himself and the man to the surface. Something struck hard against his chest, and, gripping at it with the one hand he had free, he swiftly realized that fortune had been good to him, for it was a buoy, cast loose by the injured pa.s.senger himself but a little while before, and now swept to hand at a most opportune moment. He looped his arm over it, and, slipping the other deeper down, hugged the man closer, drawing his head well up on to his own shoulder.
It was as well that he had made this hasty preparation, for, of a sudden, the ship beside which they floated soused her bows deep again, and slid farther beneath the surface. She seemed to hesitate, to make one other effort. There came a loud explosion, accompanied by the sound of splintering and rending wood. Air gushed from a mighty aperture which had made its appearance at the point where but a little while before the Spanish pa.s.sengers had been fighting so frantically; then she plunged to her bed in the ocean. Swift as a dart she shot beneath the surface, leaving in her wake a swirling whirlpool, a twisting vortex into which everything--splinters of wood, spars, and human beings--were sucked with alarming swiftness, and with such force that none could resist it. So it happened that Jim and the pa.s.senger once more disappeared from the ken of those who were watching so eagerly.
How frantically Jim kicked; how desperately he clung to the buoy and to the man at whose rescue he aimed. The swirling water bearing them both down beneath the surface of the Caribbean in the wake of the vessel almost tore them apart in the course of that desperate struggle.
At one moment the pull on the buoy was so intense that he felt as if his arm would be dragged from its socket. An instant later a recoil of the waters swept it back against his face with such violence that his jaw was all but broken.
"Done for," he thought. "I can"t stand much more of this. My lungs are bursting, my head feels as if it will explode."
The sound of seething, gushing water deafened him at first, but when he had been a little while immersed the thunderous notes, so distressing a moment ago, seemed to become lessened in intensity. The buzzing was now, if anything, rather pleasant, while his mind, acutely active but a second before, became blissfully content, as if absorbed in paying attention to that curious singing in his ears. But if he himself were unconscious of other things, nature still urged him to struggle on for existence. Jim had no idea of the frantic kicks he gave, of the grim force with which he clung to the man and to the buoy. Then something revived his senses and caused his wandering wits to take notice of his surroundings. A breeze blew in his face, while someone shouted in his ear. He opened his eyes, and in the gloom that pervaded everything made out the grinning features of Tom.
"Yo"s dere, den; yo"s safe," he heard the negro exclaim. "By lummy, but dat extra near squeak, so I tell yo! Let go ob de man. Me take him for de moment. Yo puffed, blowin" like an engine."
Jim was exhausted; his breath was coming in quick, painful gasps. He could not spare any for an answer, and, indeed, had so little strength left in him that he did not even resent Tom"s movement to take the injured pa.s.senger from his care. Instead, he clung to the buoy, fighting for air, wondering vaguely exactly what had happened.
"Yo hang dere quiet and easy," said Tom, one hand on the buoy and his muscular arm about the half-drowned man. "Yo puffin" like a grampus now, but in a little bit yo be better, not make such a noise, have plenty strength again. Den take de man and swim back with him. Tom only come to look on and see dat all well."
It was like the gallant fellow to make light of his own adventure, to stand aside now that he was sure that Jim was safe, so as not to rob him of the honour which would follow. Tom was indeed a very honest negro, a man with a wide, big heart, which held a large corner for Jim and his sister. He grinned in Jim"s face, then suddenly turned and looked over his shoulder.
"By de poker, but here someone else!" he muttered. "Who dar? We"s safe and sound. Yo hab no cause to worry."
"And I ain"t worryin"," came a well-known voice through the darkness. "I comed along here jest to see what"s happenin". Is Ma.s.sa Jim right and well?"
A growl burst from Tom"s lips as he recognized the voice, and at once he turned a pair of blazing eyes upon the culprit who had dared to follow him.
"Dat yo, Sam?" he demanded. "Den what fo yo dare to leave de missie? Yo get back right now, or by de poker, me knock you into twenty c.o.c.ked hat!
What fo yo jump overboard and risk gettin" drowned?"
The question brought a gurgle from the jolly little Sam. He laughed outright beneath the nose of the irate Tom, and, reaching the buoy, clung to it for a moment or so before he deigned to reply.
"Yo"s one great big donkey, yo am, Tom," he roared, shaking with laughter. "Yo tinks yo de only man allowed to jump into de water; but dat not so. De young ma.s.sa place yo in charge of de missie, and yo no right to leave. Me knows dat; me comes along right out here to haul yo back. Yo one great big blackguard."
To the astonishment of Tom and Jim the little fellow burst into violent sobs, though his words had conveyed anything but an idea of sorrow. Sam shook from the top of his woolly head to his shoeless toes, and set the buoy rocking. Big tears coursed down his cheeks, though the water dripping from his hair almost cloaked them, and when he tried to speak again he gulped at the words and failed to express them. It was, in fact, a strange if comical procedure, and for the moment Jim"s muddled condition did not help him to arrive at the meaning. But he grasped the truth a moment later, for Tom helped him.
"Yo--yo one little rascal, yo!" he heard the huge fellow exclaim, though there was no anger in his voice, no resentment for the words which Sam had hurled at him. Rather there was a strange trembling which denoted friendly feeling, accompanied by a sudden gripping of hands between the two darkies which seemed to say that they were perfectly agreed. Then Jim gathered the full meaning of Sam"s tears, of Tom"s magnanimous action. It was joy for his, Jim"s, safety that had set Sam howling, and the tears coursing down his cheeks. It was that same feeling which induced Tom to overlook the high-flown language of his small brother and grip his hand so warmly.
"You"re just two great grown-up babies," he laughed across at them. "You seem to imagine that no one can do anything without you, that I"m like a piece of china, liable to break on the smallest occasion. See here, Tom and Sam, shake hands. Guess you"re both of you white right away through from head to toe. I owe you both a heap for coming out after me; but mind what I"ve said--I ain"t a piece of china. Guess I"m old enough and ugly enough to look after myself."
Tom grinned back at his young master and hung to the buoy for a while, still clinging to the hand he had offered. Then he dropped it, moved to the farther side, as if to place himself in a position of safety, and presently made his reply.
"Sah," he said, "p"raps you old enough, as yo say, p"raps no. Ugly "nough: yes, I tink so. Yo"s ugly "nough to do one ob de stupidest tings as ever I seed. What fo yo jump into de sea like dat and swim toward a ship dat was sinking? S"pose she drag yo down? S"pose yo neber come up agin. Who den take care of missie?"
Even behind his fun there was a deal of truth. Who indeed would be left to care for the sister? But Jim had come up again, and, feeling better, he promptly made his presence felt.
"Jest swim back quick," he commanded Sam, "and tell "em we"re all right.
Tell "em to come along. We"ll hang to the buoy. Now, Tom, set to splashing with your legs. There"ll be sharks about here, and they"re extra fond of darkies."
Tom paled for a moment under his dark skin and looked the reverse of comfortable. Then he laughed uproariously, shouted to Sam to hurry his departure, and promptly did as Jim had ordered. For it was as well to be cautious: both knew that sharks abounded in that corner of the Caribbean Sea, and some of the brutes might very well be in the vicinity. They kicked continuously, therefore, till the boat came up with a rush, and they and the injured man were lifted aboard.
"Young man, you can jest give me a grip of yer hand," cried the skipper of the foundered vessel when all were safely in the boat, stretching across to the triumphant Jim. "I guessed when you came up alongside us on the ship, telling me that you had fixed matters for your sister, and were ready to help us out with the trouble those Spaniards were giving, that you had got stuff behind you--the right sort of stuff, too. Then you tackled the hounds in proper style, so that I knew I had a man with me; a man, siree, not jest a boy. But this last thing"s better than all.
Guess this gentleman owes you a life. Guess he"ll be for ever in your debt. Young man, I"m pleased to have met you."
It was a glowing tribute to our hero"s courage, and he went crimson from the top of his dripping head to his stockinged toes as he listened to the words. Not that anyone could tell, for the gloom shrouded everything. However, Sadie, sitting beside him, clinging to his arm as if loath to part again with her protector, guessed his pleasure, while her own courageous little heart felt as if it would burst with pride.
"I"m glad you did it, Jim," she whispered, "though I was terrified. And Tom and Sam were really brave; they are so devoted. Can you believe, I had the greatest difficulty to keep Ching with me? He hates swimming, as you know, but he was very nearly following."
"Brave, honest fellows!" answered Jim with a gulp, for such devotion touched him. "They are, indeed, true friends to us."
However, he had no time for further conversation; for now that the captain had given his decision on events so recent, the mate and crew of the boat were determined to make their own voices heard.
"A right proper thing to have done: wish you was my own son," declared the former. "Shake, young man. It"s a treat to meet one who"s a true American."
"One of the very right sort," growled Macdougal, still trembling with excitement. "See here, young feller, I"ve nigh lost a job through you. I was for kicking up a rumpus direct against the old man"s orders. Chief, I"m main sorry for them words and looks; but there"s a time when a man has to kick. I thought you was funking."
"Funking!" exploded the mate, though the captain sat rigidly in his place, making no response. "Him funking! The man you and I have sailed with these past three years and never known to fail us. You guessed that the chief who led us against those Spaniards was funking! Gee! I"ve a mind to smash your head in with this oar."
There was real anger in the voice. The mate was furious, and his huge doubled fists showed that he was ready for anything; but the skipper quickly quietened him.
"Belay there, Mr. Jarvis," he said in his ordinary tones. "Macdougal"s a fool, as I"ve already told him; and if he never knew it before he does now. I"m not afraid of anyone"s criticisms. There"s a motto I"m always a believer in. It runs: "By their works shalt thou know them". Guess I"ve never done a thing to allow any man to think I was funking. Macdougal was too excited to be responsible for his thoughts; it"s just the man"s bluntness which has made him tell us so honestly. But take the lesson to heart, Macdougal; keep a clear, steady head always and it"ll carry you through heaps of difficulties. Watch the men you work with, and get to know all about them: moments of excitement aren"t the times for coming to conclusions. Now let"s get on to other matters. How"s that gentleman?"
"Fine," came in shaky tones from the bows of the boat in which the rescued pa.s.senger had been laid. "Guess I know everything. I"ve been lying here these last few minutes wondering whether I was alive or dead, and what had been happening. Is that the skipper?"
"It is, sir."
"Then allow me to say that you"ve as fine a crew as ever I set eyes on.
It wasn"t their fault that I was left aboard the ship. The collision knocked me silly, and guess I lay away there on the decks out of sight; but I never reckoned you"d have men aboard ready to take such risks to rescue a pa.s.senger. That young chap who swam out for me wellnigh went down with the vessel. I held my breath as we went under till I thought I should bust. And all the time I could feel him holding tighter to me and kicking. Gee, he"s a full-blooded lad! He"s got pluck if you like. And those coloured men come close after him. When I"m feeling better, guess I"d like to take a grip of their hands."
It was evident that he considered Jim to be one of the crew, and his gallant action undertaken in the course of duty; but the captain undeceived him.
"That young chap"s a pa.s.senger like yourself, sir," he said. "And the darkies are ditto. I allow that you have every reason to want to thank them; you owe them your life. But let us see to the other vessel; this affair has taken her wellnigh out of my head."
The oars were dipped in the water, and the boat was slowly rowed in the direction of the twinkling lights which showed the position of the other steamer. She had sheered off to some distance, but as the boat approached her it became clear that her condition was not so desperate as had been imagined.
"She"s listing badly to port and is down at the head. You can tell that easily," declared the experienced captain. "We"ll row right alongside and I"ll go aboard. You come too, Mr. Jarvis, and we"ll take that young man there."