"Oh, I"m not afraid to tell you," Captain Dettmar bl.u.s.tered on. "There are no witnesses. Besides, I am a free man now. I am pardoned, and by G.o.d they can never put me back in that hole again. I broke McSweeny"s jaw with the first blow. He was lying on his back asleep. He said, "My G.o.d, Jim! My G.o.d!" It was funny to see his broken jaw wabble as he said it. Then I smashed him... I say, do you want the rest of the details?"
"Is that all you have to say?" was the answer.
"Isn"t it enough?" Captain Dettmar retorted.
"It is enough."
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Put you ash.o.r.e at Attu-Attu."
"And in the meantime?"
"In the meantime..." Duncan paused. An increase of weight in the wind rippled his hair. The stars overhead vanished, and the Samoset swung four points off her course in the careless steersman"s hands. "In the meantime throw your halyards down on deck and look to your wheel. I"ll call the men."
The next moment the squall burst upon them. Captain Dettmar, springing aft, lifted the coiled mainsail halyards from their pins and threw them, ready to run, on the deck. The three islanders swarmed from the tiny forecastle, two of them leaping to the halyards and holding by a single turn, while the third fastened down the engineroom, companion and swung the ventilators around. Below, Lee Goom and Toyama were lowering skylight covers and s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up deadeyes. Duncan pulled shut the cover of the companion scuttle, and held on, waiting, the first drops of rain pelting his face, while the Samoset leaped violently ahead, at the same time heeling first to starboard then to port as the gusty pressures caught her winged-out sails.
All waited. But there was no need to lower away on the run. The power went out of the wind, and the tropic rain poured a deluge over everything. Then it was, the danger past, and as the Kanakas began to coil the halyards back on the pins, that Boyd Duncan went below.
"All right," he called in cheerily to his wife. "Only a puff."
"And Captain Dettmar?" she queried.
"Has been drinking, that is all. I shall get rid of him at Attu-Attu."
But before Duncan climbed into his bunk, he strapped around himself, against the skin and under his pajama coat, a heavy automatic pistol.
He fell asleep almost immediately, for his was the gift of perfect relaxation. He did things tensely, in the way savages do, but the instant the need pa.s.sed he relaxed, mind and body. So it was that he slept, while the rain still poured on deck and the yacht plunged and rolled in the brief, sharp sea caused by the squall.
He awoke with a feeling of suffocation and heaviness. The electric fans had stopped, and the air was thick and stifling. Mentally cursing all Lorenzos and storage batteries, he heard his wife moving in the adjoining stateroom and pa.s.s out into the main cabin. Evidently heading for the fresher air on deck, he thought, and decided it was a good example to imitate. Putting on his slippers and tucking a pillow and a blanket under his arm, he followed her. As he was about to emerge from the companionway, the ship"s clock in the cabin began to strike and he stopped to listen. Four bells sounded. It was two in the morning. From without came the creaking of the gaff-jaw against the mast. The Samoset rolled and righted on a sea, and in the light breeze her canvas gave forth a hollow thrum.
He was just putting his foot out on the damp deck when he heard his wife scream. It was a startled frightened scream that ended in a splash overside. He leaped out and ran aft. In the dim starlight he could make out her head and shoulders disappearing astern in the lazy wake.
"What was it?" Captain Dettmar, who was at the wheel, asked.
"Mrs. Duncan," was Duncan"s reply, as he tore the life-buoy from its hook and flung it aft. "Jibe over to starboard and come up on the wind!"
he commanded.
And then Boyd Duncan made a mistake. He dived overboard.
When he came up, he glimpsed the blue-light on the buoy, which had ignited automatically when it struck the water. He swam for it, and found Minnie had reached it first.
"h.e.l.lo," he said. "Just trying to keep cool?"
"Oh, Boyd!" was her answer, and one wet hand reached out and touched his.
The blue light, through deterioration or damage, flickered out. As they lifted on the smooth crest of a wave, Duncan turned to look where the Samoset made a vague blur in the darkness. No lights showed, but there was noise of confusion. He could hear Captain Dettmar"s shouting above the cries of the others.
"I must say he"s taking his time," Duncan grumbled. "Why doesn"t he jibe? There she goes now."
They could hear the rattle of the boom tackle blocks as the sail was eased across.
"That was the mainsail," he muttered. "Jibed to port when I told him starboard."
Again they lifted on a wave, and again and again, ere they could make out the distant green of the Samoset"s starboard light. But instead of remaining stationary, in token that the yacht was coming toward them, it began moving across their field of vision. Duncan swore.
"What"s the lubber holding over there for!" he demanded. "He"s got his compa.s.s. He knows our bearing."
But the green light, which was all they could see, and which they could see only when they were on top of a wave, moved steadily away from them, withal it was working up to windward, and grew dim and dimmer. Duncan called out loudly and repeatedly, and each time, in the intervals, they could hear, very faintly, the voice of Captain Dettmar shouting orders.
"How can he hear me with such a racket?" Duncan complained.
"He"s doing it so the crew won"t hear you," was Minnie"s answer.
There was something in the quiet way she said it that caught her husband"s attention.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that he is not trying to pick us up," she went on in the same composed voice. "He threw me overboard."
"You are not making a mistake?"
"How could I? I was at the main rigging, looking to see if any more rain threatened. He must have left the wheel and crept behind me. I was holding on to a stay with one hand. He gripped my hand free from behind and threw me over. It"s too bad you didn"t know, or else you would have staid aboard."
Duncan groaned, but said nothing for several minutes. The green light changed the direction of its course.
"She"s gone about," he announced. "You are right. He"s deliberately working around us and to windward. Up wind they can never hear me. But here goes."
He called at minute intervals for a long time. The green light disappeared, being replaced by the red, showing that the yacht had gone about again.
"Minnie," he said finally, "it pains me to tell you, but you married a fool. Only a fool would have gone overboard as I did."
"What chance have we of being picked up... by some other vessel, I mean?" she asked.
"About one in ten thousand, or ten thousand million. Not a steamer route nor trade route crosses this stretch of ocean. And there aren"t any whalers knocking about the South Seas. There might be a stray trading schooner running across from Tutuw.a.n.ga. But I happen to know that island is visited only once a year. A chance in a million is ours."
"And we"ll play that chance," she rejoined stoutly.
"You ARE a joy!" His hand lifted hers to his lips. "And Aunt Elizabeth always wondered what I saw in you. Of course we"ll play that chance. And we"ll win it, too. To happen otherwise would be unthinkable. Here goes."
He slipped the heavy pistol from his belt and let it sink into the sea.
The belt, however, he retained.
"Now you get inside the buoy and get some sleep. Duck under."
She ducked obediently, and came up inside the floating circle. He fastened the straps for her, then, with the pistol belt, buckled himself across one shoulder to the outside of the buoy.
"We"re good for all day to-morrow," he said. "Thank G.o.d the water"s warm. It won"t be a hardship for the first twenty-hour hours, anyway.
And if we"re not picked up by nightfall, we"ve just got to hang on for another day, that"s all."