"It"s young Boswell, I fear, Mr Markham is mustering the men just now, sir."
As he spoke, the second mate came aft and confirmed their fears. The man who had thus been summoned in a moment, without warning, into the presence of his Maker, had been a quiet, modest youth, and a favourite with every one on board. At any other time his death would have been deeply felt; but in the midst of that terrible storm the men had no time to think. Indeed, they could not realise the fact that their shipmate was really gone.
"Mr Markham," said the captain, as the second mate turned away, "send a hand in to the chains to heave the lead. I don"t feel at all easy in my mind, so near these shoals as we must be just now."
While the order was being obeyed the storm became fiercer and more furious. Bright gleams of lightning flashed repeatedly across the sky, lighting up the scene as if with brightest moonlight, and revealing the horrid turmoil of the raging sea in which the ship now laboured heavily.
The rapidity with which the thunder followed the lightning showed how near to them was the dangerous and subtle fluid; and the crashing, bursting reports that shook the ship from stem to stern gave the impression that mountains were being dashed to atoms against each other in the air.
All the sails still exposed to the fury of the gale were blown to shreds; the foretopmast and the jib-boom were carried away along with them and the _Red Eric_ was driven at last before the wind under bare poles. The crew remained firm in the midst of this awful scene; each man stood at his post, holding on by any fixed object that chanced to be within his reach, and held himself ready to spring to obey every order.
No voice could be heard in the midst of the howling winds, the lashing sea, and the rending sky. Commands were given by signs as well as possible, during the flashes of lightning; but little or nothing remained to be done. Captain Dunning had done all that a man thoroughly acquainted with his duties could accomplish to put his ship in the best condition to do battle with the storm, and he now felt that the issue remained in the hands of Him who formed the warring elements, and whose will alone could check their angry strife.
During one of the vivid flashes of lightning the captain observed Glynn Proctor standing near the starboard gangway, and, waiting for the next flash, he made a signal to him to come to the spot where he stood.
Glynn understood it, and in a few seconds was at his commander"s side.
"Glynn," my boy, said the latter, "you won"t be wanted on deck for some time. There"s little to be done now. Go down and see what Ailie"s about, poor thing. She"ll need a little comfort. Say I sent you."
Without other reply than a nod of the head, Glynn sprang to the companion-hatch, followed by the captain, who undid the fastenings to let him down and refastened them immediately, for the sea was washing over the stern continually.
Glynn found the child on her knees in the cabin with her face buried in the cushions of one of the sofas. He sat down beside her and waited until she should have finished her prayer; but as she did not move for some time he laid his hand gently on her shoulder. She looked up with a happy smile on her face.
"Oh, Glynn, is that you? I"m so glad," she said, rising, and sitting down beside him.
"Your father sent me down to comfort you, my pet," said Glynn, taking her hand in his and drawing her towards him.
"I have got comfort already," replied the child; "I"m so very happy, now."
"How so, Ailie? who has been with you?"
"G.o.d has been with me. You told me, Glynn, that there wasn"t much danger, but I felt sure that there was. Oh! I never heard such terrible noises, and this dreadful tossing is worse than ever I felt it--a great deal. So I went down on my knees and prayed that G.o.d, for Christ"s sake would save us. I felt very frightened, Glynn. You can"t think how my heart beat every time the thunder burst over us. But suddenly--I don"t know how it was--the words I used to read at home so often with my dear aunts came into my mind; you know them, Glynn, `Call upon Me in the time of trouble, and I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify Me." I don"t know where I read them. I forget the place in the Bible now; but when I thought of them I felt much less frightened. Do you think it was the Holy Spirit who put them into my mind? My aunts used to tell me that all my _good_ thoughts were given to me by the Holy Spirit. Then I remembered the words of Jesus, `I will never leave thee nor forsake thee," and I felt so happy after that. It was just before you came down. I _think_ we shall not be lost. G.o.d would not make me feel so happy if we were going to be lost, would He?"
"I think not, Ailie," replied Glynn, whose conscience reproached him for his ignorance of the pa.s.sages in G.o.d"s word referred to by his companion, and who felt that he was receiving rather than administering comfort. "When I came down I did not very well know how I should comfort you, for this is certainly the most tremendous gale I ever saw, but somehow I feel as if we were in less danger now. I wish I knew more of the Bible, Ailie. I"m ashamed to say I seldom look at it."
"Oh, that"s a pity, isn"t it, Glynn?" said Ailie, with earnest concern expressed in her countenance, for she regarded her companion"s ignorance as a great misfortune; it never occurred to her that it was a sin. "But it"s very easy to learn it," she added with an eager look. "If you come to me here every day we can read it together. I would like to have you hear me say it off, and then I would hear you."
Before he could reply the vessel received a tremendous shock which caused her to quiver from stem to stern.
"She must have been struck by lightning," cried Glynn, starting up and hurrying towards the door. Ailie"s frightened look returned for a few minutes, but she did not tremble as she had done before.
Just as Glynn reached the top of the ladder the hatch was opened and the captain thrust in his head.
"Glynn, my boy," said he, in a quick, firm tone, "we are ash.o.r.e.
Perhaps we shall go to pieces in a few minutes. G.o.d knows. May He in His mercy spare us. You cannot do much on deck. Ailie must be looked after till I come down for her. Glynn, _I depend upon you_."
These words were uttered hurriedly, and the hatch was shut immediately after. It is impossible to describe accurately the conflicting feelings that agitated the breast of the young sailor as he descended again to the cabin. He felt gratified at the trust placed in him by the captain, and his love for the little girl would at any time have made the post of protector to her an agreeable one; but the idea that the ship had struck the rocks, and that his shipmates on deck were struggling perhaps for their lives while he was sitting idly in the cabin, was most trying and distressing to one of his ardent and energetic temperament. He was not, however, kept long in suspense.
Scarcely had he regained the cabin when the ship again struck with terrific violence, and he knew by the rending crash overhead that one or more of the masts had gone over the side. The ship at the same moment slewed round and was thrown on her beam-ends. So quickly did this occur that Glynn had barely time to seize Ailie in his arms and save her from being dashed against the bulkhead.
The vessel rose again on the next wave, and was hurled on the rocks with such violence that every one on board expected her to go to pieces immediately. At the same time the cabin windows were dashed in, and the cabin itself was flooded with water. Glynn was washed twice across the cabin and thrown violently against the ship"s sides, but he succeeded in keeping a firm hold of his little charge and in protecting her from injury.
"Hallo, Glynn!" shouted the captain, as he opened the companion-hatch, "come on deck, quick! bring her with you!"
Glynn hurried up and placed the child in her father"s arms.
The scene that presented itself to him on gaining the deck was indeed appalling. The first grey streak of dawn faintly lighted up the sky, just affording sufficient light to exhibit the complete wreck of everything on deck, and the black froth-capped tumult of the surrounding billows. The rocks on which they had struck could not be discerned in the gloom, but the white breakers ahead showed too clearly where they were. The three masts had gone over the side one after another, leaving only the stumps of each standing. Everything above board--boats, binnacle, and part of the bulwarks--had been washed away. The crew were clinging to the belaying-pins and to such parts of the wreck as seemed likely to hold together longest. It seemed to poor Ailie, as she clung to her father"s neck that she had been transported to some far-distant and dreadful scene, for scarcely a single familiar object remained by which her ocean home, the _Red Eric_, could be recognised.
But Ailie had neither desire nor opportunity to remark on this tremendous change. Every successive billow raised the doomed vessel, and let her fall with heavy violence on the rocks. Her stout frame trembled under each shock, as if she were endued with life, and shrank affrighted from her impending fate; and it was as much as the captain could do to maintain his hold of the weather-bulwarks and of Ailie at the same time. Indeed, he could not have done it at all had not Glynn stood by and a.s.sisted him to the best of his ability.
"It won"t last long, lad," said the captain, as a larger wave than usual lifted the shattered hull and dashed it down on the rocks, washing the deck from stern to stem, and for a few seconds burying the whole crew under water. "May the Almighty have mercy on us; no ship can stand this long."
"Perhaps the tide is falling," suggested Glynn, in an encouraging voice, "and I think I see something like a sh.o.r.e ahead. It will be daylight in half-an-hour or less."
The captain shook his head. "There"s little or no tide here to rise or fall, I fear. Before half-an-hour we shall--"
He did not finish the sentence, but looking at Ailie with a gaze of agony, he pressed her more closely to his breast.
"I think we shall be saved," whispered the child, twining her arms more closely round her father"s neck, and laying her wet cheek against his.
Just then Tim Rokens crept aft, and said that he saw a low sandy island ahead, and a rocky point jutting out from it close to the bows of the ship. He suggested that a rope might be got ash.o.r.e when it became a little lighter.
Phil Briant came aft to make the same suggestion, not knowing that Rokens had preceded him. In fact, the men had been consulting as to the possibility of accomplishing this object, but when they looked at the fearful breakers that boiled in white foam between the ship"s bow and the rocky point, their hearts failed them, and no one was found to volunteer for the dangerous service.
"Is any one inclined to try it?" inquired the captain. "There"s niver a wan of us but "ud try it, cap"en, _if you gives the order_," answered Briant.
The captain hesitated. He felt disinclined to order any man to expose himself to such imminent danger; yet the safety of the whole crew might depend on a rope being connected with the sh.o.r.e. Before he could make up his mind, Glynn, who saw what was pa.s.sing in his mind, exclaimed--"I"ll do it, captain;" and instantly quitting his position, hurried forward as fast as circ.u.mstances would permit.
The task which Glynn had undertaken to perform turned out to be more dangerous and difficult than at first he had antic.i.p.ated. When he stood at the lee bow, fastening a small cord round his waist, and looking at the turmoil of water into which he was about to plunge, his heart well-nigh failed him, and he felt a sensation of regret that he had undertaken what seemed now an impossibility. He did not wonder that the men had one and all shrunk from the attempt. But he had made up his mind to do it. Moreover, he had _said_ he would do it, and feeling that he imperilled his life in a good cause, he set his face as a flint to the accomplishment of his purpose.
Well was it for Glynn Proctor that day that in early boyhood he had learned to swim, and had become so expert in the water as to be able to beat all his young companions!
He noticed, on looking narrowly at the foaming surge through which he must pa.s.s in order to gain the rocky point, that many of the submerged rocks showed their tops above the flood, like black spots, when each wave retired. To escape these seemed impossible--to strike one of them he knew would be almost certain death.
"Don"t try it, boy," said several of the men, as they saw Glynn hesitate when about to spring, and turn an anxious gaze in all directions; "it"s into death ye"ll jump, if ye do."
Glynn did not reply; indeed, he did not hear the remark, for at that moment his whole attention was riveted on a ledge of submerged rock, which ever and anon showed itself, like the edge of a knife, extending between the ship and the point. Along the edge of this the retiring waves broke in such a manner as to form what appeared to be dead water-tossed, indeed, and foam-clad, but not apparently in progressive motion. Glynn made up his mind in an instant, and just as the first mate came forward with an order from the captain that he was on no account to make the rash attempt, he sprang with his utmost force off the ship"s side and sank in the raging sea.
Words cannot describe the intense feeling of suspense with which the men on the lee bow gazed at the n.o.ble-hearted boy as he rose and buffeted with the angry billows. Every man held his breath, and those who had charge of the line stood nervously ready to haul him back at a moment"s notice.
On first rising to the surface he beat the waves as if bewildered, and while some of the men cried, "He"s struck a rock," others shouted to haul him in; but in another second he got his eyes cleared of spray, and seeing the ship"s hull towering above his head, he turned his back on it and made for the sh.o.r.e. At first he went rapidly through the surge, for his arm was strong and his young heart was brave; but a receding wave caught him and hurled him some distance out of his course--tossing him over and over as if he had been a cork. Again he recovered himself, and gaining the water beside the ledge, he made several powerful and rapid strokes, which carried him within a few yards of the point.
"He"s safe," said Rokens eagerly.
"No; he"s missed it!" cried the second mate, who, with Gurney and d.i.c.k Barnes, payed out the rope.
Glynn had indeed almost caught hold of the farthest-out ledge of the point when he was drawn back into the surge, and this time dashed against a rock and partially stunned. The men had already begun to haul in on the rope when he recovered, and making a last effort, gained the rocks, up which he clambered slowly. When beyond the reach of the waves he fell down as if he had fainted.
This, however, was not the case; he was merely exhausted, as well as confused, by the blows he had received on the rocks, and lay for a few seconds quite still in order to recover strength, during which period of inaction he thanked G.o.d earnestly for his deliverance, and prayed fervently that he might be made the means of saving his companions in danger.
After a minute or two he rose, unfastened the line from his waist, and began to haul it ash.o.r.e. To the other end of the small line the men in the ship attached a thick cable, the end of which was soon pulled up, and made fast to a large rock.