"Oh!" replied the lad, catching at the idea of the sailor. "You mean--"
"I mean, boy, that there"s a vessel big enough to hold gallons,--a dozen o" "em."
"You think it would hold water?"
"I"m sure o"t, lad. For what else be it made waterproof? I helped tar it myself not a week ago. It"ll hold like a rum-cask, I warrant,--ay, an" it"ll be the very thing to catch it too. We can keep it spread out a bit wi" a hollow place in the middle, an" if it do rain, there then,-- my boy, we"ll ha" a pool big enough to swim ye in. Hurrah! it"s sure to rain. See yonder. It be comin" nearer every minute. Let"s be ready for it. Down wi" the mainsail. Let go the sheets,--an" instead o"
spreadin" our canvas to the wind, as the song says, we"ll stretch it out to the rain. Come, Will"m, let"s look alive!"
William had by this time also risen to his feet; and both now busied themselves in unlashing the cords that had kept the hatch-covering spread between the two oars.
This occupied only a few seconds of time; and the tarpauling soon lay detached between the extemporised masts, that were still permitted to remain as they had been "stepped."
At first the sailor had thought of holding the piece of tarred canvas in their hands; but having plenty of time to reflect, a better plan suggested itself. So long as it should be thus held, they would have no chance of using their hands for any other purpose; and would be in a dilemma as to how they should dispose of the water after having "captured it."
It did not require much ingenuity to alter their programme for the better. By means of the flying-jib that lay along the raft, they were enabled to construct a ridge of an irregular circular shape; and then placing the tarpauling upon the top, and spreading it out so that its edges lapped over this ridge, they formed a deep concavity or "tank" in the middle, which was capable of holding many gallons of water.
It only remained to examine the canvas, and make sure there were no rents or holes by which the water might escape. This was done with all the minuteness and care that the circ.u.mstances called for; and when the sailor at length became satisfied that the tarpauling was waterproof, he took the hand of his youthful _protege_ in his own, and both kneeling upon the raft, with their faces turned towards the west watched the approach of those dark, lowering clouds, as if they had been bright-winged angels sent from the far sky to deliver them from destruction.
CHAPTER NINE.
A PLEASANT SHOWER-BATH.
They had not much longer to wait. The storm came striding across the ocean; and, to the intense gratification of both man and boy, the rain was soon falling upon them, as if a water-spout had burst over their heads.
A single minute sufficed to collect over a quart within the hollow of the spread tarpauling; and before that minute had transpired, both might have been seen lying prostrate upon their faces with their heads together, near the centre of the concavity, and their lips close to the canvas, sucking up the delicious drops, almost as fast as they fell.
For a long time they continued in this position, indulging in that cool beverage sent them from the sky,--which to both appeared the sweetest they had ever tasted in their lives. So engrossed were they in its enjoyment, that neither spoke a word until several minutes had elapsed, and both had drunk to a surfeit.
They were by this time wet to the skin; for the tropic rain, falling in a deluge of thick heavy drops, soon saturated their garments through and through. But this, instead of being an inconvenience, was rather agreeable than otherwise, cooling their skins so long parched by the torrid rays of the sun.
"Little Will"m," said Ben, after swallowing about a gallon of the rain-water, "didn"t I say that He "as sent us meat, in such good time too, could also gi" us som"at to drink? Look there! water enow to last us for days, lad!"
""Tis wonderful!" exclaimed the boy. "I am sure, Ben, that Providence has done this. Indeed, it must be true what I was often told in the Sunday school,--that G.o.d is everywhere. Here He is present with us in the midst of this great ocean. O, dear Ben, let"s hope He will not forsake us now. I almost feel sure, after what has happened to us, that the hand of G.o.d will yet deliver us from our danger."
"I almost feel so myself," rejoined the sailor, his countenance resuming its wonted expression of cheerfulness. "After what"s happened, one could not think otherwise; but let us remember, lad, that He is up aloft, an" has done so much for us, expecting us to do what we can for ourselves. He puts the work within our reach, an" then leaves us to do it. Now here"s this fine supply o" water. If we was to let that go to loss, it would be our own fault, not his, an" we"d deserve to die o"
thirst for it."
"What is to be done, Ben? How are we to keep it?"
"That"s just what I"m thinkin" about. In a very short while the rain will be over. I know the sort o" it. It be only one o" these heavy showers as falls near the line, and won"t last more than half an hour,-- if that. Then the sun "ll be out as hot as ever, an" will lick up the water most as fast as it fell,--that is, if we let it lie there. Yes, in another half o" an hour that tarpolin would be as dry as the down upon a b.o.o.by"s back."
"O dear! what shall we do to prevent evaporating?"
"Jest give me a minute to consider," rejoined the sailor, scratching his head, and putting on an air of profound reflection; "maybe afore the rain quits comin" down, I"ll think o" some way to keep it from evaporating; that"s what you call the dryin" o" it up."
Ben remained for some minutes silent, in the thoughtful att.i.tude he had a.s.sumed,--while William, who was equally interested in the result of his cogitations, watched his countenance with an eager anxiety.
Soon a joyful expression revealed itself to the glance of the boy, telling him that his companion had hit upon some promising scheme.
"I think I ha" got it, Will"m," said he; "I think I"ve found a way to stow the water even without a cask."
"You have!" joyfully exclaimed William. "How, Ben?"
"Well, you see, boy, the tarpolin holds water as tight as if "twere a gla.s.s bottle. I tarred it myself,--that did I, an" as I never did my work lubber-like, I done that job well. Lucky I did, warn"t it, William?"
"It was."
"That be a lesson for you, lad. Schemin" work bean"t the thing, you see. It comes back to cuss one; while work as be well did be often like a blessin" arterward,--just as this tarpolin be now. But see! as I told you, the rain would soon be over. There be the sun again, hot an" fiery as ever. There ain"t no time to waste. Take a big drink, afore I put the stopper into the bottle."
William, without exactly comprehending what his companion meant by the last words, obeyed the injunction; and stretching forward over the rim of the improvised tank, once more placed his lips to the water, and drank copiously. Ben did the same for himself, pa.s.sing several pints of the fluid into his capacious stomach.
Then rising to his feet with a satisfied air, and directing his _protege_ to do the same, he set about the stowage of the water.
William was first instructed as to the intended plan, so that he might be able to render prompt and efficient aid; for it would require both of them, and with all their hands, to carry it out.
The sailor"s scheme was sufficiently ingenious. It consisted in taking up first the corners of the tarpauling, then the edges all around, and bringing them together in the centre. This had to be done with great care, so as not to jumble the volatile fluid contained within the canvas, and spill it over the selvage. Some did escape, but only a very little; and they at length succeeded in getting the tarpauling formed into a sort of bag, puckered around the mouth.
While Ben with both arms held the gathers firm and fast, William pa.s.sed a loop of strong cord, that had already been made into a noose for the purpose, around the neck of the bag, close under Ben"s wrists, and then drawing the other end round one of the upright oars, he pulled upon the cord with all his might.
It soon tightened sufficiently to give Ben the free use of his hands; when with a fresh loop taken around the crumpled canvas, and after a turn or two to render it more secure, the cord was made fast.
The tarpauling now rested upon the raft, a distended ma.s.s, like the stomach of some huge animal coated with tar. It was necessary, however, lest the water should leak out through the creases, to keep the top where it was tied, uppermost; and this was effected by taking a turn or two of the rope round the uppermost end of one of the oars, that had served for masts, and there making a knot. By this means the great water-sack was held in such a position that, although the contents might "bilge" about at their pleasure, not a drop could escape out either at the neck or elsewhere.
Altogether they had secured a quant.i.ty of water, not less than a dozen gallons, which Ben had succeeded in stowing to his satisfaction.
CHAPTER TEN.
THE PILOT-FISH.
This opportune deliverance from the most fearful of deaths had inspired the sailor with a hope that they might still, by some further interference of Providence, escape from their perilous position.
Relying on this hope, he resolved to leave no means untried that might promise to lead to its realisation. They were now furnished with a stock of water which, if carefully h.o.a.rded, would last them for weeks.
If they could only obtain a proportionate supply of food, there would still be a chance of their sustaining life until some ship might make its appearance,--for, of course, they thought not of any other means of deliverance.
To think of food was to think of fishing for it. In the vast reservoir of the ocean under and around them there was no lack of nourishing food, if they could only grasp it; but the sailor well knew that the shy, slippery denizens of the deep are not to be captured at will, and that, with all the poor schemes they might be enabled to contrive, their efforts to capture even a single fish might be exerted in vain.
Still they could try; and with that feeling of hopeful confidence which usually precedes such trials, they set about making preparations.
The first thing was to make hooks and lines. There chanced to be some pins in their clothing; and with these Ben soon constructed a tolerable set of hooks. A line was obtained by untwisting a piece of rope, and respinning it to the proper thickness; and then a float was found by cutting a piece of wood to the proper dimensions. And for a sinker there was the leaden bullet with which little William had of late so vainly endeavoured to allay the pangs of thirst. The bones and fins of the flying-fish--the only part of it not eaten--would serve for bait.
They did not promise to make a very attractive one; for there was not a morsel of flesh left upon them; but Ben knew that there are many kinds of fish inhabiting the great ocean that will seize at any sort of bait,--even a piece of rag,--without considering whether it be good for them or not.
They had seen fish several times near the raft, during that very day; but suffering as they were from thirst more than hunger, and despairing of relief to the more painful appet.i.te, they had made no attempt to capture them. Now, however, they were determined to set about it in earnest.
The rain had ceased falling; the breeze no longer disturbed the surface of the sea. The clouds had pa.s.sed over the canopy of the heavens,--the sky was clear, and the sun bright and hot as before.
Ben standing erect upon the raft, with the baited hook in his hand, looked down into the deep blue water.