"Yes, I am the master--what"s the matter? Adrift from your ship? Or what?"
"Adrift? No! We left her four days ago, and have been pulling that gig in a calm, nearly ever since. My men are done. So is the water. Lucky thing I sighted you."
"You sighted me!" exclaimed Lingard. "When? What time?"
"Not in the dark, you may be sure. We"ve been knocking about amongst some islands to the southward, breaking our hearts tugging at the oars in one channel, then in another--trying to get clear. We got round an islet--a barren thing, in shape like a loaf of sugar--and I caught sight of a vessel a long way off. I took her bearing in a hurry and we buckled to; but another of them currents must have had hold of us, for it was a long time before we managed to clear that islet. I steered by the stars, and, by the Lord Harry, I began to think I had missed you somehow--because it must have been you I saw."
"Yes, it must have been. We had nothing in sight all day," a.s.sented Lingard. "Where"s your vessel?" he asked, eagerly.
"Hard and fast on middling soft mud--I should think about sixty miles from here. We are the second boat sent off for a.s.sistance. We parted company with the other on Tuesday. She must have pa.s.sed to the northward of you to-day. The chief officer is in her with orders to make for Singapore. I am second, and was sent off toward the Straits here on the chance of falling in with some ship. I have a letter from the owner. Our gentry are tired of being stuck in the mud and wish for a.s.sistance."
"What a.s.sistance did you expect to find down here?"
"The letter will tell you that. May I ask, Captain, for a little water for the chaps in my boat? And I myself would thank you for a drink.
We haven"t had a mouthful since this afternoon. Our breaker leaked out somehow."
"See to it, Mr. Shaw," said Lingard. "Come down the cabin, Mr.--"
"Carter is my name."
"Ah! Mr. Carter. Come down, come down," went on Lingard, leading the way down the cabin stairs.
The steward had lighted the swinging lamp, and had put a decanter and bottles on the table. The cuddy looked cheerful, painted white, with gold mouldings round the panels. Opposite the curtained recess of the stern windows there was a sideboard with a marble top, and, above it, a looking-gla.s.s in a gilt frame. The semicircular couch round the stern had cushions of crimson plush. The table was covered with a black Indian tablecloth embroidered in vivid colours. Between the beams of the p.o.o.p-deck were fitted racks for muskets, the barrels of which glinted in the light. There were twenty-four of them between the four beams. As many sword-bayonets of an old pattern encircled the polished teakwood of the rudder-casing with a double belt of bra.s.s and steel. All the doors of the state-rooms had been taken off the hinges and only curtains closed the doorways. They seemed to be made of yellow Chinese silk, and fluttered all together, the four of them, as the two men entered the cuddy.
Carter took in all at a glance, but his eyes were arrested by a circular shield hung slanting above the bra.s.s hilts of the bayonets. On its red field, in relief and brightly gilt, was represented a sheaf of conventional thunderbolts darting down the middle between the two capitals T. L. Lingard examined his guest curiously. He saw a young man, but looking still more youthful, with a boyish smooth face much sunburnt, twinkling blue eyes, fair hair and a slight moustache. He noticed his arrested gaze.
"Ah, you"re looking at that thing. It"s a present from the builder of this brig. The best man that ever launched a craft. It"s supposed to be the ship"s name between my initials--flash of lightning--d"you see? The brig"s name is Lightning and mine is Lingard."
"Very pretty thing that: shows the cabin off well," murmured Carter, politely.
They drank, nodding at each other, and sat down.
"Now for the letter," said Lingard.
Carter pa.s.sed it over the table and looked about, while Lingard took the letter out of an open envelope, addressed to the commander of any British ship in the Java Sea. The paper was thick, had an embossed heading: "Schooner-yacht Hermit" and was dated four days before. The message said that on a hazy night the yacht had gone ash.o.r.e upon some outlying shoals off the coast of Borneo. The land was low. The opinion of the sailing-master was that the vessel had gone ash.o.r.e at the top of high water, spring tides. The coast was completely deserted to all appearance. During the four days they had been stranded there they had sighted in the distance two small native vessels, which did not approach. The owner concluded by asking any commander of a homeward-bound ship to report the yacht"s position in Anjer on his way through Sunda Straits--or to any British or Dutch man-of-war he might meet. The letter ended by antic.i.p.atory thanks, the offer to pay any expenses in connection with the sending of messages from Anjer, and the usual polite expressions.
Folding the paper slowly in the old creases, Lingard said--"I am not going to Anjer--nor anywhere near."
"Any place will do, I fancy," said Carter.
"Not the place where I am bound to," answered Lingard, opening the letter again and glancing at it uneasily. "He does not describe very well the coast, and his lat.i.tude is very uncertain," he went on. "I am not clear in my mind where exactly you are stranded. And yet I know every inch of that land--over there."
Carter cleared his throat and began to talk in his slow drawl. He seemed to dole out facts, to disclose with sparing words the features of the coast, but every word showed the minuteness of his observation, the clear vision of a seaman able to master quickly the aspect of a strange land and of a strange sea. He presented, with concise lucidity, the picture of the tangle of reefs and sandbanks, through which the yacht had miraculously blundered in the dark before she took the ground.
"The weather seems clear enough at sea," he observed, finally, and stopped to drink a long draught. Lingard, bending over the table, had been listening with eager attention. Carter went on in his curt and deliberate manner:
"I noticed some high trees on what I take to be the mainland to the south--and whoever has business in that bight was smart enough to whitewash two of them: one on the point, and another farther in.
Landmarks, I guess. . . . What"s the matter, Captain?"
Lingard had jumped to his feet, but Carter"s exclamation caused him to sit down again.
"Nothing, nothing . . . Tell me, how many men have you in that yacht?"
"Twenty-three, besides the gentry, the owner, his wife and a Spanish gentleman--a friend they picked up in Manila."
"So you were coming from Manila?"
"Aye. Bound for Batavia. The owner wishes to study the Dutch colonial system. Wants to expose it, he says. One can"t help hearing a lot when keeping watch aft--you know how it is. Then we are going to Ceylon to meet the mail-boat there. The owner is going home as he came out, overland through Egypt. The yacht would return round the Cape, of course."
"A lady?" said Lingard. "You say there is a lady on board. Are you armed?"
"Not much," replied Carter, negligently. "There are a few muskets and two sporting guns aft; that"s about all--I fancy it"s too much, or not enough," he added with a faint smile.
Lingard looked at him narrowly.
"Did you come out from home in that craft?" he asked.
"Not I! I am not one of them regular yacht hands. I came out of the hospital in Hongkong. I"ve been two years on the China coast."
He stopped, then added in an explanatory murmur:
"Opium clippers--you know. Nothing of bra.s.s b.u.t.tons about me. My ship left me behind, and I was in want of work. I took this job but I didn"t want to go home particularly. It"s slow work after sailing with old Robinson in the Ly-e-moon. That was my ship. Heard of her, Captain?"
"Yes, yes," said Lingard, hastily. "Look here, Mr. Carter, which way was your chief officer trying for Singapore? Through the Straits of Rhio?"
"I suppose so," answered Carter in a slightly surprised tone; "why do you ask?"
"Just to know . . . What is it, Mr. Shaw?"
"There"s a black cloud rising to the northward, sir, and we shall get a breeze directly," said Shaw from the doorway.
He lingered there with his eyes fixed on the decanters.
"Will you have a gla.s.s?" said Lingard, leaving his seat. "I will go up and have a look."
He went on deck. Shaw approached the table and began to help himself, handling the bottles in profound silence and with exaggerated caution, as if he had been measuring out of fragile vessels a dose of some deadly poison. Carter, his hands in his pockets, and leaning back, examined him from head to foot with a cool stare. The mate of the brig raised the gla.s.s to his lips, and glaring above the rim at the stranger, drained the contents slowly.
"You have a fine nose for finding ships in the dark, Mister," he said, distinctly, putting the gla.s.s on the table with extreme gentleness.
"Eh? What"s that? I sighted you just after sunset."
"And you knew where to look, too," said Shaw, staring hard.
"I looked to the westward where there was still some light, as any sensible man would do," retorted the other a little impatiently. "What are you trying to get at?"
"And you have a ready tongue to blow about yourself--haven"t you?"
"Never saw such a man in my life," declared Carter, with a return of his nonchalant manner. "You seem to be troubled about something."