The wrecked rowboat had floated some distance away and with one accord the four boys swam rapidly towards it in the hope that Tommy might be found clinging to the debris.
Meanwhile on the deck of the battleship there was great excitement. A life-boat was being quickly lowered from its davits and active sailors were piling into it. The starboard life-lines of the quarter-deck were lined with men in white uniforms and dungarees, for many of the engine room force had been attracted to the deck to witness the episode though they were not allowed there on ordinary occasions in that attire, and also there was a sprinkling of marines in khaki. Shouts, signals and directions were coming from all sides, while two of the motor boat"s crew were already in the water swimming back towards the boys to lend them aid if necessary.
On reaching the wreck, d.i.c.k, who was first to arrive, half pulled himself out on the upturned bottom in order to search to better advantage. Discovering with sinking heart that Tommy was not there, without a moment"s hesitation he disappeared beneath the boat searching with wide open eyes for his little friend, nor was he alone in his quest, for each of the boys in turn dove under the boat on arrival.
Staying as long under water as he possibly could d.i.c.k came to the surface to free his lungs of the foul air with which they were now filled. Again his anxious eyes swept the roughened water in eager survey and then with a loud cry of gladness he was going hand over hand in the famous Australian crawl, but this time away from the boat and towards the ship.
In that momentary glance he saw an arm and hand emerge from the waves, the clenched fist still holding fast to a piece of tiller rope. It had shown but an instant above the surface and then disappeared. Could he reach the spot in time? Could he? He would--he must, and with head and face down his arms flew like flails beating the water past him as he surged forward.
On board the flagship, Sergeant Michael Dorlan, of the Marines, had been an eye-witness of the whole occurrence. For some time previous he had been watching the boys in the boat. The manner in which they handled their oars showed him they were no novices. He noted also that there were five occupants in the unlucky craft when she was struck. Calmly he counted the heads appearing in the water beneath.
"One," counted Dorlan aloud to himself as d.i.c.k"s drenched head almost instantaneously bobbed up, "two, three," he continued in rapid succession, "four----," and then he waited, holding his breath, while his honest Irish heart beat faster beneath his woolen shirt.
"They kin all shwim," he muttered aloud as the four lads struck out vigorously in the water, "but, bedad, the fifth kid ain"t up yet."
During all this time Dorlan was unlacing his shoes with rapidly moving fingers. His coat he unconsciously took off and threw to the deck and then he climbed to the top rail of the life-lines, steadying himself by holding to an awning stanchion. Never once did his sharp, gray-blue eyes leave the surface of the water. As d.i.c.k cried out and dashed through the waves towards the spot where he momentarily glimpsed the tightly clenched hand of Tom Turner, a brown streak appeared to shoot from the rail of the dreadnaught and with hardly a splash was lost and swallowed up in the sea.
Sergeant Michael Dorlan had also seen that for which he was looking and like a flash he had gone to the rescue. From the height of over twenty feet his body shot like a meteor in the direction of the drowning boy.
To the officers and crew on board the flagship it seemed an eternity before a commotion below them and a spurning and churning of the water announced his reappearance. And Dorlan did not come to the surface alone, for it was seen that he was supporting the form of the boy he had gone to rescue.
A great cheer filled the air as the crew of the ship spontaneously gave vent to their relief, and a few seconds later the unconscious lad was hurried up the gangway by willing hands, followed una.s.sisted by his four drenched and solicitous comrades.
CHAPTER III
UNCLE SAM"S UNINVITED GUESTS
"Right down to the sick bay[#] with him," ordered an officer as Tommy was carried over the side in the strong arms of Sergeant Dorlan, who, on climbing up the gangway, had tenderly taken the boy from the sailor holding him. "Hurry along, Sergeant, the surgeon is already there waiting."
[#] Sick bay--The ship"s hospital.
After giving these directions the officer turned to the four dripping lads and said:
"Are you boys injured in any way?"
"No," they replied as if with one breath.
"You look as though you had been struck in the eye pretty badly," said the officer, giving d.i.c.k"s bruised cheek a close scrutiny, and for a moment the boy blushed as if caught in a misdemeanor.
"I was. .h.i.t in the eye yesterday," he finally managed to stammer; "it wasn"t caused by anything that happened to-day," and then to change the subject if possible, he inquired:
"May we have permission to go down where they have taken Tommy Turner?
We are all mighty anxious about him."
"Don"t you all want to get on some dry clothes first?" inquired the officer.
The boys preferred, however, to hear first the news as to their friend"s condition; consequently they were taken below, where already the ship"s surgeon and his a.s.sistants were working hard to restore life to the still unconscious Tommy.
Sitting on a mess bench which some men had placed for them, each boy wrapped in blankets furnished by other thoughtful members of the crew, they waited silently and with palpitating hearts while a long half hour slowly ticked away. Though many sailors were continually pa.s.sing to and fro they were all careful not to disturb the four shipwrecked boys who sat there with eyes fastened in anxious hopefulness on the door to the "sick bay," as the hospital is called on shipboard.
After what seemed an eternity, the door opened and Sergeant Dorlan came out quietly, closing it behind him. Immediately the watchers jumped to their feet.
"Is he all right?" whispered d.i.c.k, plucking at Dorlan"s wet sleeve. "Is he----"
"Lord love ye, me lads, he"s as fit as a fiddle and will live to laugh at ye in yer old age," replied Dorlan, cheerfully, and it was with a mutual sigh of relief they heard the announcement. A messenger approaching at this moment, called to the boys:
"The Officer of the Deck says, seeing your friend"s all right, that you are to follow me to the Junior Officers" Quarters, where you can get a bath and your clothes will be dried out for you."
"We"d like to see our friend first, if we might," suggested d.i.c.k.
"The little lad"s asleep and old "Saw Bones" wouldn"t let ye in to disturb him for love nor money. Go ahead and get policed up," suggested the sergeant, turning aft towards the marines" compartment as he spoke.
"We do not know your name, Sergeant," spoke up Gordon, placing a detaining hand on the marine"s arm, "but we all want to thank you for saving Tommy Turner"s life. It was just too fine for words, and I for one should like to shake hands with you."
"It"s all in the day"s wurruk, me lad," said Dorlan, confused by this frank praise, "but it"s happy I am to shake the hands of such plucky lads as ye are yersel"s, so put her there," and he extended a brown h.o.r.n.y hand which they all grasped simultaneously.
"When ye git all fixed up and dhried out, come on back here and it"s proud I"ll be to show ye about the old tub," with which remark he left them at liberty to follow the Officer of the Deck"s messenger to the Junior Officers" Quarters.
Divesting themselves of their soaked garments on arrival there they were supplied with soap, towels and bath robes and were soon enjoying the bath. With spirits no longer depressed for fear of danger to their friend, the four lads were now beginning thoroughly to enjoy their novel experience.
"Which fellow said he wished he could visit a man-of-war?" questioned Donald from the confines of a little enclosure where the sound of splashing water announced he was already under the shower.
"It was the Sphinx," laughingly answered Gordon from his own particular cubby hole.
"I didn"t want to come on board in quite the manner I did, though,"
called out Robert, "and furthermore, don"t call me Sphinx in the future.
If I"d had the sense of that old hunk of stone, I could have foreseen the danger and been able to avoid it."
"Hurry up, you fellows, and don"t talk so much. Let me have a whack at one of those showers," called d.i.c.k, who had been forced to wait, there being not enough bathing places to allow all to indulge at the same time. "I want to hurry out of this and take a look around this ship before I go ash.o.r.e."
"Speaking of leaving," remarked Gordon as he emerged for a rub down, "how do you suppose we are going to leave?"
"To tell the truth, I hadn"t thought of that," d.i.c.k replied, "and how about your boat? It"s all smashed up."
"She was about ready for the junk pile, anyway," said Gordon, "and I was going to give her to the boat club before I left for Annapolis next week."
"I wonder what Uncle Sam does when he smashes up your boats like that?"
questioned Donald.
"In this case," d.i.c.k vouchsafed, "I rather guess "Uncle Sam" will say it is altogether our own fault. Poor Tommy was so rattled that he pulled on the wrong rope and steered us right in front of the motor boat even after they had veered off to avoid hitting us."
"Well, if they permit us to take a look around the ship, I am willing to call it square," Gordon remarked philosophically.
A little later the boys were escorted to a vacant stateroom or cabin where they found their underwear already dry and waiting to be donned.