"I did," interrupted William. "Both the voices I heard were out this way."
The boy pointed to leeward.
"To leuart, you think they wur?"
"I"m sure they came from that quarter."
"That be curious, hows"ever," said the sailor. "If"t be them on the big raft they must a pa.s.sed us, or else the wind must a veered round, for we"ve been to leuart o" them ever since partin" wi" "em. Could the wind a gone round I wonder? Like enough. It be queer,--and it"s blowing from the west in this part o" the Atlantic! "Tan"t possible to say what point it be in, hows"ever,--not without a compa.s.s. There bean"t even the glimmer o" a star in the sky; and if there wur we couldn"t make much o" it; since the north star bean"t seen down in these lat.i.tudes. Thee be sure the sound come from leuart?"
"O, I am quite sure of it, Ben; the voices came up the wind."
"Then we"d best go the same way and gie "em as wide a berth as possible.
Look alive, lad! Let"s down wi" them flitches o" the shark-meat: for it"s them that"s driftin" us along. We"ll take a spell at the oars, and afore daylight we may get out o" hearin" o" the voices, and out of sight o" them as has been utterin" o" them."
Both rose simultaneously to their feet, and commenced taking down the slices of half-dried shark-flesh, and placing them upon the sail-cloth,--with the intention, as the sailor had counselled it, to unship the oars that had been doing duty as masts, and make use of them in their proper manner.
While engaged in this operation both remained silent,--at intervals stopping in their work to listen.
They had got so far as to clear away the suspended flitches, and were about unfastening the cords where they were looped around the upright oars, when another cord, attached to one of the latter, caught their attention. It was the piece of rope which closed the mouth of their tarpauling water-bag, and held the latter in such a position as to keep the "cask" from leaking.
Fortunately they were doing things in a deliberate manner. If they had been acting otherwise, and had rashly "unstepped" the mast to which that piece of rope was attached, their stock of fresh water would have been rapidly diminished,--perhaps altogether spilled into the salt sea, before they should have become aware of the disaster. As it was, they perceived the danger in good time; and, instead of taking down the oar, at once desisted from their intention.
It now became a question as to whether they should proceed any further in the design of rowing the raft to windward. With a single oar they could make but little way; and the other was already occupied in doing a duty from which it could not possibly be spared.
It is true there were still left the fragments of the hand spike that had been ground between the teeth of the surviving shark, and afterwards picked up as they drifted past it. This might serve instead of the oar to support the mouth of the water-bag; and as soon as this idea occurred to them they set about carrying it into execution.
It took but a few minutes of time to subst.i.tute one stick for the other; and then, both oars being free, they seated themselves on opposite sides of the raft, and commenced propelling it against the wind,--in a direction contrary to that in which the mysterious voices had been heard.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.
SHIP AHOY!
They had not made over a dozen strokes of their oars,--which they handled cautiously and in silence, all the while listening intently,-- when their ears were again saluted by sounds similar to those first heard by little William, and which he had conjectured to be the voice of a young girl. As before, the utterance was very low,--murmured, as if repeating a series of words,--in fact, as if the speaker was engaged in a quiet conversation.
"Shiver my timbers!" exclaimed the sailor, as soon as the voice again ceased to be heard. "If that bean"t the palaver o" a little girl, my name wur never Ben Brace on a ship"s book. A smalley wee thing she seem to be; not bigger than a marlinspike. It sound like as if she wur talkin" to some un. What the Ole Scratch can it mean, Will"m?"
"I don"t know. Could it be a mermaid?"
"Could it? In course it could."
"But are there mermaids, Ben?"
"Maremaids! Be theer maremaids? That what you say? Who denies there ain"t? n.o.body but disbelevin land-lubbers as never seed nothin"
curious, "ceptin" two-headed calves and four-legged chickens. In coorse there be maremaids. I"ve seed some myself; but I"ve sailed with a shipmate as has been to a part o" the Indyan Ocean, where there be whole schools o" "em, wi" long hair hangin" about their ears an" over their shoulders, just like reg"lar schools o" young girls goin" out for a walk in the outskirts o" Portsmouth or Gravesend. Hush! theer be her voice again!"
As the sailor ceased speaking, a tiny treble, such as might proceed from the tongue of a child,--a girl of some eight or ten years old,--came trembling over the waves, in tones that betokened a conversation.
A moment or two elapsed; and then, as if in reply to the words spoken by the child, was heard another voice,--evidently that of a man!
"If the one be a maremaid," whispered Ben to his companion, "the other must be a mareman. Shiver my timbers, if it ain"t a curious confab!
Moonrakers and skysc.r.a.pers! what can it mean?"
"I don"t know," mechanically answered the boy.
"Anyhow," continued the sailor, apparently relieved by the reflection, "_It ain"t the big raft_. There"s no voice like that little "un among its crew o" ruffins; and that man, whosomever he be, don"t speak like Le Gros. I only thought so at first, bein" half asleep.
"If it be a school o" maremaids," pursued he, "theer an"t no danger, even wi" theer men along wi" "em. Leastwise, I never heerd say there wur from maremaids more"n any other weemen; an" not so much, I dare ay.
Sartin it bean"t the Frenchman, nor any o" that scoundrel crew. Lord o"
mercy! It might be a ship as is pa.s.sing near us!"
As this thought occurred to the speaker, he raised himself into an erect att.i.tude, as if to get a better view.
"I"ll hail, Will"m," he muttered; "I"ll hail "em. Keep your ears open, lad; and listen for the answer. _Ship ahoy_!"
The hail was sent in the direction whence the mysterious sounds appeared to have proceeded. There came no response; and the sailor, after listening attentively for a second or two, repeated the "Ship ahoy!"
this time in a louder key.
Quick as an echo the words came back, though it could not be an echo.
There are no echoes upon the ocean; besides, the voice that repeated the well-known phrase was quite different from that of him who had first p.r.o.nounced it. Though different both in tone and accent, it was evidently a human voice; and, as evidently, that of a man. A rude, rough voice it was; but it is superfluous to say that, to the ears of Ben Brace and his youthful companion, it sounded sweeter than any music to which they had ever listened. The words "Ship ahoy!" were soon succeeded by others, proceeding from the same lips.
"Gorramity!" spoke the strange voice, "who de debbil call dar? Dat some"dy in de boat? Dat you, Capten? Am it you, Ma.s.sa Grow?"
"A negro," muttered Ben to his companion. "It"s s...o...b..ll, the cook. It can"t be anybody but him. In the name o" Neptune how has the darkey got there? What"s he aboard o"? He warn"t on the great raft wi" the rest.
I thought he"d gone off in the captain"s gig. If that wur so, then it"s the boat that is near us."
"No," replied William, "I"m sure I saw s...o...b..ll by the caboose after the gig had rowed away. As he wasn"t with them on the big raft, I supposed he"d been drowned, or burned up in the ship. Surely, it"s his voice?
There it is again!"
"Ship ahoy-hoy-hoy!" once more came the words pealing over the water in a loud prolonged drawl. "Ship ahoy, some"dy call out dar? What ship am dat? Am it a ship at all? Or am it some o" de wreck Pandoray?"
"Castaways," responded Ben. "Castaways of the bark _Pandora_, Who calls? s...o...b..ll! Be it you?"
"Dat same chile,--who am you? Am it you, ma.s.sa Capten,--in de gig?"
"No."
"Ma.s.sa Grow, den, on de big raff?"
"Neither," responded the sailor. "It"s Ben,--Ben Brace."
"Golly! you say so, Ma.s.sa Brace! How you be dar, unless you on de big raff?"
"I"m on a raft of my own. Have you one, s...o...b..ll?"
"Ya, ma.s.sa Ben, ya! I make um out o" de wreck an de water-cask."