A return of apprehension was apparent when, at the top of the companion-way, Wolf La.r.s.en invited him below. But he rea.s.sured himself with a glance down at his host-a big man himself but dwarfed by the propinquity of the giant. So all hesitancy vanished, and the pair descended into the cabin. In the meantime, his two men, as was the wont of visiting sailors, had gone forward into the forecastle to do some visiting themselves.
Suddenly, from the cabin came a great, choking bellow, followed by all the sounds of a furious struggle. It was the leopard and the lion, and the lion made all the noise. Wolf La.r.s.en was the leopard.
"You see the sacredness of our hospitality," I said bitterly to Maud Brewster.
She nodded her head that she heard, and I noted in her face the signs of the same sickness at sight or sound of violent struggle from which I had suffered so severely during my first weeks on the Ghost.
"Wouldn"t it be better if you went forward, say by the steerage companion-way, until it is over?" I suggested.
She shook her head and gazed at me pitifully. She was not frightened, but appalled, rather, at the human animality of it.
"You will understand," I took advantage of the opportunity to say, "whatever part I take in what is going on and what is to come, that I am compelled to take it-if you and I are ever to get out of this sc.r.a.pe with our lives."
"It is not nice-for me," I added.
"I understand," she said, in a weak, far-away voice, and her eyes showed me that she did understand.
The sounds from below soon died away. Then Wolf La.r.s.en came alone on deck. There was a slight flush under his bronze, but otherwise he bore no signs of the battle.
"Send those two men aft, Mr. Van Weyden," he said.
I obeyed, and a minute or two later they stood before him. "Hoist in your boat," he said to them. "Your hunter"s decided to stay aboard awhile and doesn"t want it pounding alongside."
"Hoist in your boat, I said," he repeated, this time in sharper tones as they hesitated to do his bidding.
"Who knows? you may have to sail with me for a time," he said, quite softly, with a silken threat that belied the softness, as they moved slowly to comply, "and we might as well start with a friendly understanding. Lively now! Death La.r.s.en makes you jump better than that, and you know it!"
Their movements perceptibly quickened under his coaching, and as the boat swung inboard I was sent forward to let go the jibs. Wolf La.r.s.en, at the wheel, directed the Ghost after the Macedonia"s second weather boat.
Under way, and with nothing for the time being to do, I turned my attention to the situation of the boats. The Macedonia"s third weather boat was being attacked by two of ours, the fourth by our remaining three; and the fifth, turn about, was taking a hand in the defence of its nearest mate. The fight had opened at long distance, and the rifles were cracking steadily. A quick, snappy sea was being kicked up by the wind, a condition which prevented fine shooting; and now and again, as we drew closer, we could see the bullets zip-zipping from wave to wave.
The boat we were pursuing had squared away and was running before the wind to escape us, and, in the course of its flight, to take part in repulsing our general boat attack.
Attending to sheets and tacks now left me little time to see what was taking place, but I happened to be on the p.o.o.p when Wolf La.r.s.en ordered the two strange sailors forward and into the forecastle. They went sullenly, but they went. He next ordered Miss Brewster below, and smiled at the instant horror that leapt into her eyes.
"You"ll find nothing gruesome down there," he said, "only an unhurt man securely made fast to the ring-bolts. Bullets are liable to come aboard, and I don"t want you killed, you know."
Even as he spoke, a bullet was deflected by a bra.s.s-capped spoke of the wheel between his hands and screeched off through the air to windward.
"You see," he said to her; and then to me, "Mr. Van Weyden, will you take the wheel?"
Maud Brewster had stepped inside the companion-way so that only her head was exposed. Wolf La.r.s.en had procured a rifle and was throwing a cartridge into the barrel. I begged her with my eyes to go below, but she smiled and said:
"We may be feeble land-creatures without legs, but we can show Captain La.r.s.en that we are at least as brave as he."
He gave her a quick look of admiration.
"I like you a hundred per cent. better for that," he said. "Books, and brains, and bravery. You are well-rounded, a blue-stocking fit to be the wife of a pirate chief. Ahem, we"ll discuss that later," he smiled, as a bullet struck solidly into the cabin wall.
I saw his eyes flash golden as he spoke, and I saw the terror mount in her own.
"We are braver," I hastened to say. "At least, speaking for myself, I know I am braver than Captain La.r.s.en."
It was I who was now favoured by a quick look. He was wondering if I were making fun of him. I put three or four spokes over to counteract a sheer toward the wind on the part of the Ghost, and then steadied her. Wolf La.r.s.en was still waiting an explanation, and I pointed down to my knees.
"You will observe there," I said, "a slight trembling. It is because I am afraid, the flesh is afraid; and I am afraid in my mind because I do not wish to die. But my spirit masters the trembling flesh and the qualms of the mind. I am more than brave. I am courageous. Your flesh is not afraid. You are not afraid. On the one hand, it costs you nothing to encounter danger; on the other hand, it even gives you delight. You enjoy it. You may be unafraid, Mr. La.r.s.en, but you must grant that the bravery is mine."
"You"re right," he acknowledged at once. "I never thought of it in that way before. But is the opposite true? If you are braver than I, am I more cowardly than you?"
We both laughed at the absurdity, and he dropped down to the deck and rested his rifle across the rail. The bullets we had received had travelled nearly a mile, but by now we had cut that distance in half. He fired three careful shots. The first struck fifty feet to windward of the boat, the second alongside; and at the third the boat-steerer let loose his steering-oar and crumpled up in the bottom of the boat.
"I guess that"ll fix them," Wolf La.r.s.en said, rising to his feet. "I couldn"t afford to let the hunter have it, and there is a chance the boat-puller doesn"t know how to steer. In which case, the hunter cannot steer and shoot at the same time."
His reasoning was justified, for the boat rushed at once into the wind and the hunter sprang aft to take the boat-steerer"s place. There was no more shooting, though the rifles were still cracking merrily from the other boats.
The hunter had managed to get the boat before the wind again, but we ran down upon it, going at least two feet to its one. A hundred yards away, I saw the boat-puller pa.s.s a rifle to the hunter. Wolf La.r.s.en went amidships and took the coil of the throat-halyards from its pin. Then he peered over the rail with levelled rifle. Twice I saw the hunter let go the steering-oar with one hand, reach for his rifle, and hesitate. We were now alongside and foaming past.
"Here, you!" Wolf La.r.s.en cried suddenly to the boat-puller. "Take a turn!"
At the same time he flung the coil of rope. It struck fairly, nearly knocking the man over, but he did not obey. Instead, he looked to his hunter for orders. The hunter, in turn, was in a quandary. His rifle was between his knees, but if he let go the steering-oar in order to shoot, the boat would sweep around and collide with the schooner. Also he saw Wolf La.r.s.en"s rifle bearing upon him and knew he would be shot ere he could get his rifle into play.
"Take a turn," he said quietly to the man.
The boat-puller obeyed, taking a turn around the little forward thwart and paying the line as it jerked taut. The boat sheered out with a rush, and the hunter steadied it to a parallel course some twenty feet from the side of the Ghost.
"Now, get that sail down and come alongside!" Wolf La.r.s.en ordered.
He never let go his rifle, even pa.s.sing down the tackles with one hand. When they were fast, bow and stern, and the two uninjured men prepared to come aboard, the hunter picked up his rifle as if to place it in a secure position.
"Drop it!" Wolf La.r.s.en cried, and the hunter dropped it as though it were hot and had burned him.
Once aboard, the two prisoners hoisted in the boat and under Wolf La.r.s.en"s direction carried the wounded boat-steerer down into the forecastle.
"If our five boats do as well as you and I have done, we"ll have a pretty full crew," Wolf La.r.s.en said to me.
"The man you shot-he is-I hope?" Maud Brewster quavered.
"In the shoulder," he answered. "Nothing serious, Mr. Van Weyden will pull him around as good as ever in three or four weeks."
"But he won"t pull those chaps around, from the look of it," he added, pointing at the Macedonia"s third boat, for which I had been steering and which was now nearly abreast of us. "That"s Horner"s and Smoke"s work. I told them we wanted live men, not carca.s.ses. But the joy of shooting to hit is a most compelling thing, when once you"ve learned how to shoot. Ever experienced it, Mr. Van Weyden?"
I shook my head and regarded their work. It had indeed been b.l.o.o.d.y, for they had drawn off and joined our other three boats in the attack on the remaining two of the enemy. The deserted boat was in the trough of the sea, rolling drunkenly across each comber, its loose spritsail out at right angles to it and fluttering and flapping in the wind. The hunter and boat-puller were both lying awkwardly in the bottom, but the boat-steerer lay across the gunwale, half in and half out, his arms trailing in the water and his head rolling from side to side.
"Don"t look, Miss Brewster, please don"t look," I had begged of her, and I was glad that she had minded me and been spared the sight.
"Head right into the bunch, Mr. Van Weyden," was Wolf La.r.s.en"s command.
As we drew nearer, the firing ceased, and we saw that the fight was over. The remaining two boats had been captured by our five, and the seven were grouped together, waiting to be picked up.