"He and his mates have emptied the tin. Eight are helplessly drunk--the others quarrelsome. The next thing will be a combined rush for the store-room."
"But why did not the second officer tell me?"
"He thought you had troubles enough. If he could depend on the remainder of the crowd he would rope the sinners. Says he knows a slave knot that will make "em tired."
Brand"s eyes glistened.
"The fools," he said, "and just as the weather is mending, too."
"You don"t mean that?"
"Listen."
He glanced up at the gla.s.s dome. Heavy drops were pattering on it; they looked like spray, but Pyne shouted gleefully:
"Is it rain?"
"Yes. I was just going to summon the watch to help in filling every vessel. By spreading canvas sheets we can gather a large supply if it rains hard. Moreover, it will beat the sea down. Man alive, this may mean salvation. Tie those weaklings and summon every sober man to help."
With a whoop, Pyne vanished. He met Constance on the stairs, coming to see her father before she stretched her weary limbs on the hard floor of the kitchen.
She never knew exactly what took place. It might have been politeness, but it felt uncommonly like a squeeze, and Pyne"s face was extraordinarily close to hers as he cried:
"It"s raining. No more canvas whisky. Get a hustle on with every empty vessel."
He need not have been in such a whirl, however.
When the shower came it did not last very long, and there were many difficulties in the way of garnering the thrice blessed water. In the first place, the lighthouse was expressly designed to shoot off all such external supplies; in the second, the total quant.i.ty obtained did not amount to more than half a gallon.
But it did a great deal of good in other ways. It brightened many faces, it caused the drunkards to be securely trussed like plucked fowls and dumped along the walls of the entrance pa.s.sage, and it gave Brand some degree of hope that the rescue operations of the next day might be more successful.
When the rain cleared off, the moon flickered in a cloudy sky. This was a further omen of better fortune. Perhaps the jingling rhyme of Admiral Fitzroy"s barometer was about to be justified:
"Long foretold, Long last; Short notice Soon past."
And the hurricane had given but slight warning of its advent.
"I feel it in my bones that we shall all be as frisky as lambs tomorrow," said Pyne, when he joined Brand after the scurry caused by the rain had pa.s.sed.
"We must not be too sanguine. There is a chance, now. I won"t deny that, but the sea is treacherous."
"This reef licks creation. At Bar Harbor, in Maine, where a mighty big sea can kick up in a very few hours, I have seen it go down again like magic under a change of wind."
"That is quite reasonable. Any ordinary commotion has room to spread itself in the tide-way. Here the tide is broken up into ocean rivers, streams with boundaries as definite as the Thames. The main body sweeps up into the bottle-neck of the Channel. Another tributary comes round the north of the Scilly Isles and runs into the tidal stream again exactly at this point. The result often is that whilst little pleasure boats can safely run out into the Bay from Penzance there is a race over the rock that would break up a stranded battle-ship."
"Say, do you like this kind of life?"
"I have given my best years to it."
Pyne was smoking a pipe, one which Brand lent him. The tobacco was a capital subst.i.tute for food, especially as he had established a private understanding with Elsie and Mamie that they were to waylay him when possible and nibble a piece of biscuit he carried in his pocket.
This arrangement was to be kept a strict secret from all, especially from Miss Constance and Miss Enid, whilst the little ones themselves did not know that the she-dragons whom Pyne feared so greatly gave them surrept.i.tious doses from the last tin of condensed milk, retained for their exclusive benefit.
"Do you mind me saying that you are a good bit of an enigma?" he hazarded, between puffs.
"It may be so, but I like the service."
"Just so. I was never so happy as when I took a trip as fourth engineer on a tramp in the Gulf of Florida. But that didn"t signify being tied to a long-nosed oiler for the remainder of my days."
"Are you a marine engineer?" inquired Brand, with some show of interest.
"I hold a certificate, just for fun. I had a mechanical twist in me and gave it play. But I am an idler by profession."
The lighthouse-keeper laughed, so naturally that the younger man was gratified. Polite disbelief may be a compliment.
"An idler, eh? You do not strike me as properly cla.s.sed."
"It"s the fact, nevertheless. My grandfather was pleased to invest a few dollars in real estate on the sheep farm where Manhattan Avenue now stands. My uncle has half; my mother had the other half."
"Are both of your parents dead?"
"Yes, years ago. Lost at sea, too, on my father"s yacht."
"What a terrible thing!"
"It must have been something like that. I was only six years old at the time. My uncle lost his wife and child, too, when the _Esmeralda_ went down. It nearly killed him. I never thought he would marry again, but I suppose he"s tired of being alone."
"Probably. By the way, now that you mention it, Mrs. Vansittart wished to see me yesterday. I could not spare a moment so I sent her a civil message. She told Constance that she thought she knew me."
"Hardly likely," smiled Pyne, "if you have pa.s.sed nearly the whole of your life in lighthouses."
"I did not quite mean to convey that impression. I knew a man of her late husband"s name, many years ago."
"She is a nice woman in some ways," said Pyne reflectively. "Not quite my sort, perhaps, but a lady all the time. She is not an American. Came to the States about "90, I think, and lost her hubby on a ranch in California. Anyhow, the old man is dead stuck on her, and they ought to hit it off well together. The Vansittart you knew didn"t happen to marry a relative of yours?"
"No. He was a mere acquaintance."
"Odd thing," ruminated Pyne. "It has just occurred to me that she resembles your daughter,--your elder daughter,--not so much in face as in style. Same sort of graceful figure, only a trifle smaller."
"Such coincidences often happen in the human family. For instance, you are not wholly unlike Enid."
"Holy gee!" said Pyne, "I"m too run down to stand flattery."
"Likeness is often a matter of environment. Characteristics, mannerisms, the subtle distinctions of cla.s.s and social rank, soak in through the skin quite as sensibly as they are conferred by heredity. Take the ploughman"s son and rear him in a royal palace, turn the infant prince into a peasant, and who shall say, when they reach man"s estate, "This is the true King." You will remember it was said of the Emperor Augustus: _Urbem lateritiam invenit, marmoream reliquit._ "He found the city brick, he left it marble." The same n.o.ble result may be obtained in every healthy child properly educated."
The college-bred youth had not entered into any general conversation with Brand before. He had the tact now to conceal his astonishment at the manner of his friend"s speech.
"You fling heredity to the winds, then?" he asked.