Since the attempt on the lock Constance gave the key to her father after each visit. For the rest, the inmates of the pillar were sunk in the lethargy of unsatisfied hunger. Constance and Enid, utterly worn out with fatigue, were sound asleep in the kitchen, and the tears coursed down the man"s face as he acted the part of a thief in securing the measured allowance of flour and bacon for one meal. The diet of one hungry meal for eighty-one people gave twenty-seven hungry meals for three. He ought to have taken more, but he set his teeth and refused the ungrateful task.
It is oft-times easy for a man to decide upon a set course, but hard to follow it.
"A week!" he murmured. "Perhaps ten days! That is all. Pray Heaven I may not go mad before they die!"
Pyne, watching the light, knew that Brand had succeeded. The _Falcon_ went; gradually the watch dispersed.
"Where is the h.o.a.rd?" asked Pyne, making believe that they were playing some comedy.
"Hidden in the kitchen lockers. I could obtain only distilled water. You must persuade the girls in the morning that something went wrong with the apparatus."
As opportunity offered, Brand transferred the tins to the lockers of the service-room. Pyne, who missed nothing, shook his head when it became evident that the last consignment was safely stored away.
"Not much there," he commented.
"I will take no more!" was the fierce cry.
"You ought to."
"I refuse, I tell you! Don"t torture me further."
"Any chance of a row in the morning? The purser and Mr. Emmett mount guard when the store-room is opened."
"I acted my role well. I built up the vacancies with empty tins."
"My sakes!" cried Pyne pityingly, "you deserve to win through."
"I think my heart will break," muttered Brand. "But look! The lamp! It needs adjusting."
Indeed, a fresh gale seemed to be springing up. The wind-vane having gone, the index was useless. It was not until a burst of spray drenched the lantern that Brand knew of a change taking place. The wind was backing round towards the north.
The barometer fell slightly. It portended either more wind and dry weather, or less wind accompanied by rain. Who could tell what would happen? Fair or foul, hurricane or calm, all things seemed to be the ungovernable blundering of blind chance.
When the rock was left in peace after the fall of the tide, Pyne promised to keep the light in order if Brand would endeavor to sleep until day-break. Rest was essential to him. He would a.s.suredly break down under the strain if the tension were too long maintained, and a time was coming when he would need all his strength, mental and physical.
"Here have I been snoozing in odd corners ever since I came aboard,"
urged the American, "and I have nothing to do but starve quietly. It"s ridiculous. My funeral is dated: yours isn"t. You can"t be on deck all the time, you know. Now, just curl up and count sheep jumping over a wall or any old game of the sort until your eyes close of their own accord."
Brand yielded. He lay on the hard boards, with a chair cushion for pillow; all the rugs rescued by Constance were now needed in the hospital. In less than a minute he was sound asleep.
"That was a close call," mused Pyne. "In another hour he would have cracked up. He"s a wonder, anyhow."
The lighthouse-keeper slept until long after daybreak. Pyne refused to allow anyone to disturb him.
Soon after seven o"clock the watch reported that two vessels were approaching from the Bay. One was the _Falcon_, and the sailors soon made out that the other was the Trinity tender from Plymouth.
When they were both nearing the buoy, Brand was aroused.
It was evident that the brief rest had cleared his brain and restored his self-confidence. Instantly he took up the thread of events, and his first words showed how pleased he was that someone of authority in the lighthouse service should be in active communication with him.
Through his gla.s.ses he distinguished Stanhope on board the Trinity steamer, standing by the side of the inspecting-officer of the South-Coast lights. Other officials were there, but near Stanhope was a tall elderly man, unknown, and certainly a stranger in Penzance.
The _Falcon_ was now chartered by press-men, so the civilian on the official boat was evidently a person of consequence. Indeed, Brand imagined, long before Pyne was able to verify the impression, that the newcomer was Mr. Cyrus J. Traill, whom he had failed to notice in the poor light of the previous evening.
He knew quite well that the experienced chief of the lighthouse service would appreciate fully the disabilities under which he labored, with eighty-one mouths to feed from a stock already far below the three months" maximum.
The first telegraphed question betrayed the prevalent anxiety.
"Hope all is well?"
What was he to say? Was it not best to speak boldly and let men know the truth, not alone as to their present desperate plight but revealing the measures he had devised for the protection of the light? He could not make up his mind to launch out into a full explanation that instant.
So he signaled:
"Everyone alive, but many cases of grave collapse."
Stanhope was again the signaler--evidently he had arranged matters with the Admiral at Portsmouth--so Brand expected the prompt reply:
"How are Constance and Enid?"
"Quite well and cheerful."
The tall man near Stanhope bent closer.
"Are Mrs. Vansittart and Pyne all right?"
Brand a.s.sumed that the lady was in no worse condition than others.
Constance, telling him the state of the sick during a hasty visit, had not mentioned her name.
So he sent the needed a.s.surance, and went on forlornly:
"Suppose no effort can be made to open communication?"
To his great surprise, the answer came:
"We are constructing a raft. When the tide falls this afternoon we will try what can be done."
Ah, how glad he was that he had not obeyed his earlier impulse, and horrified the anxious rescuers by a prophecy of lingering death for many, with the prelude, perchance, of murderous excesses committed by men on the verge of madness. If that story had to be told he would not flinch, but it was a grateful thing that the hour of its telling might at least be deferred.
A long message followed, a string of loving words from relatives ash.o.r.e to those known to be imprisoned on the rock. During the merely perfunctory reading off of the signals his active mind was canva.s.sing the probabilities of success or failure for the venture of the afternoon. It was high-water about three o"clock, and, in his judgment, with the wind in its present quarter, about northwest by west, the cross seas which would sweep the reef and engulf the lighthouse at half-tide would render it wildly impossible for any raft ever built by man"s hands to live in the immediate vicinity of the rock.
However, the issue lay with others now. He knew that they would do all that brave men would dare. He was tempted to make known the inspiring news to all hands, but refrained, because he feared ultimate failure.
Beneath his feet was a human volcano. Stirred too deeply, it might become active and dangerous.
So the apathetic mult.i.tude in his charge, hungrily awaiting a scanty morsel of food which only provoked what it failed to gratify, must rest content with the long statement written out by the purser and read by him at the door of each room.
Pyne took to Mrs. Vansittart the news of his uncle"s presence on the steamer.