"Stand out," advised Hiram, eagerly. "We ain"t in any hurry. Let"s rub it into "em. Stand out."
"With them pea-bean pullers to work ship?" He pointed to the devoted band of Smyrna fire-fighters, who were joyously gathering in with varying luck a supply of tomcod and haddock to furnish the larder insh.o.r.e. "When I go huntin" for trouble it won"t be with a gang of hoss-marines like that."
Hiram, as foreman of the Ancients, felt piqued at this slighting reference to his men, and showed it.
"They can pull ropes when you tell "em to," he said. "Leastways, when it comes to brains, I reckon they"ll stack up better"n them Portygees you used to have."
"I never pretended that them Portygees had any brains at all," said the Cap"n, grimly. "They come aboard without brains, and I took a belayin"-pin and batted brains into "em. I can"t do that to these critters here. It would be just like "em to misunderstand the whole thing and go home and get me mixed into a lot of law for a.s.saultin"
"em."
"Oh, if you"re afraid to go outside, say so!" sneered Hiram. "But you"ve talked so much of deep water, and weatherin" Cape Horn, and--"
"Afraid? Me afraid?" roared the Cap"n, spatting his broad hand on his breast. "Me, that kicked my dunnage-bag down the fo"c"s"le-hatch at fifteen years old? I"ll show you whether I"m afraid or not."
He knotted a hitch around the spokes of the wheel and scuffed hastily forward.
"Here!" he bawled, cuffing the taut sheets to point his meaning, "when I get back to the wheel and holler "Ease away!" you fellers get hold of these ropes, untie "em, and let out slow till I tell you stop. And then tie "em just as you find "em."
They did so clumsily, Cap"n Sproul swearing under his breath, and at last the _Dobson_ got away on the port tack.
"Just think of me--master of a four-sticker at twenty-seven--havin"
to stand here in the face and eyes of the old Atlantic Ocean and yell about untyin" ropes and tyin" "em up like I was givin" off orders in a cow-barn!"
"Well, they done it all right--and they done it pretty slick, so far as I could see," interjected Hiram.
"Done it!" sneered the Cap"n. "Eased sheets here in this puddle, in a breeze about stiff enough to winnow oats! Supposin" it was a blow, with a gallopin" sea! Me runnin" around this deck taggin" gool on halyards, lifts, sheets, and downhauls, and them hoss-marines follerin" me up. Davy Jones would die laughin", unless some one pounded him on the back to help him get his breath."
Now that his mariner"s nose was turned toward the sea once again after his two years of landsman"s hebetude, all his seaman"s instinct, all his seaman"s caution, revived. His nose snuffed the air, his eyes studied the whirls of the floating clouds. There was nothing especially ominous in sight.
The autumn sun was warm. The wind was sprightly but not heavy. And yet his mariner"s sense sniffed something untoward.
The _Dobson_, little topmast hooker, age-worn and long before relegated to the use of Sunday fishing-parties "down the bay," had for barometer only a broken affair that had been issued to advertise the virtues of a certain baking-powder. It was roiled permanently to the degree marked "Tornado."
"Yes," remarked Hiram, nestling down once more under the bulwark, after viewing the display of amateur activity, "of course, if you"re afraid to tackle a little deep water once more, just for the sake of an outin", then I"ve no more to say. I"ve heard of railro"d engineers and sea-capt"ns losin" their nerve. I didn"t know but it had happened to you."
"Well, it ain"t," snapped the Cap"n, indignantly. And yet his sailor instinct scented menace. He couldn"t explain it to that cynical old circus-man, intent on a day"s outing. Had it not been for Hiram"s presence and his taunt, Cap"n Sproul would have promptly turned tail to the Atlantic and taken his safe and certain way along the reaches and under shelter of the islands. But reflecting that Hiram Look, back in Smyrna, might circulate good-natured derogation of his mariner"s courage, Cap"n Sproul set the _Dobson"s_ blunt nose to the heave of the sea, and would not have quailed before a tidal wave.
The Smyrna contingent hailed this adventuring into greater depths as a guarantee of bigger fish for the salt-barrel at home, and proceeded to cut bait with vigor and pleased antic.i.p.ation.
Only the Cap"n was saturnine, and even lost his interest in the animated figures on distant Cod Lead Nubble, though Hiram could not drag his eyes from them, seeing in their frantic gestures the denouement of his plot.
Shortly after noon they were well out to sea, still on the port tack, the swells swinging underneath in a way that soothed the men of Smyrna rather than worried them. So steady was the lift and sweep of the long roll that they gave over fishing and snored wholesomely in the sun on deck. Hiram dozed over his cigar, having paid zestful attention to the dinner that Jackson Denslow had spread in the galley.
Only Cap"n Sproul, at the wheel, was alert and awake. With some misgivings he noted that the trawl fishers were skimming toward port in their Hampton boats. A number of smackmen followed these. Later he saw several deeply laden Scotiamen lumbering past on the starboard tack, all apparently intent on making harbor.
"Them fellers has smelt something outside that don"t smell good,"
grunted the Cap"n. But he still stood on his way. "I reckon I"ve got softenin" of the brain," he muttered; "livin" insh.o.r.e has given it to me. "Cause if I was in my right senses I"d be runnin" a race with them fellers to see which would get inside Bug Light and to a safe anchorage first. And yet I"m standin" on with this old bailin"-dish because I"m afraid of what a landlubber will say to folks in Smyrna about my bein" a coward, and with no way of my provin" that I ain"t.
All that them hoss-marines has got a nose for is a b"iled dinner when it"s ready. They couldn"t smell nasty weather even if "twas daubed onto their mustaches."
At the end of another hour, during which the crew of the _Dobson_ had become thoroughly awake and aware of the fact that the coast-line was only a blue thread on the northern horizon, Cap"n Sproul had completely satisfied his suspicions as to a certain bunch of slaty cloud.
There was a blow in it--a coming shift of wind preceded by flaws that made the Cap"n knot his eyebrows dubiously.
"There!" he blurted, turning his gaze on Hiram, perched on the grating. "If you reckon you"ve got enough of a sail out of this, we"ll put about for harbor. But I want it distinctly understood that I ain"t sayin" the word "enough." I"d keep on sailin" to the West Injies if we had grub a-plenty to last us."
"There ain"t grub enough," suggested Jackson Denslow, who came up from the waist with calm disregard of shipboard etiquette. "The boys have all caught plenty of fish, and we want to get in before dark.
So gee her round, Cap"n."
"Don"t you give off no orders to me!" roared the Cap"n. "Go back for"ard where you belong."
"That"s the sense of the boys, just the same," retorted Denslow, retreating a couple of steps. ""Delphus Murray is seasick, and two or three of the boys are gettin" so. We ain"t enlisted for no seafarin" trip."
"Don"t you realize that we"re on the high seas now and that you"re talkin" mutiny, and that mutiny"s a state-prison crime?" clamored the irate skipper. "I"d have killed a Portygee for sayin" a quarter as much. I"d have killed him for settin" foot abaft the gratin"--killed him before he opened his mouth."
"We ain"t Portygees," rejoined Denslow, stubbornly. "We ain"t no sailors."
"Nor I ain"t liar enough to call you sailors," the Cap"n cried, in scornful fury.
"If ye want to come right down to straight business," said the refractory Denslow, "there ain"t any man got authority over us except Mr. Look there, as foreman of the Smyrna Ancients and Honer"bles."
Mr. Denslow, mistaking the Cap"n"s speechlessness for conviction, proceeded:
"We was hired to take a sail for our health, dig dirt, and keep our mouths shut. Same has been done and is bein" done--except in so far as we open "em to remark that we want to get back onto dry ground."
Hiram noted that the Cap"n"s trembling hands were taking a half-hitch with a rope"s end about a tiller-spoke. He understood this as meaning that Cap"n Sproul desired to have his hands free for a moment. He hastened to interpose.
"We"re goin" to start right back, Denslow. You can tell the boys for me."
"All right, Chief!" said the faithful member of the Ancients, and departed.
"We be goin" back, hey?" The Cap"n had his voice again, and turned on Hiram a face mottled with fury. "This firemen"s muster is runnin"
this craft, is it? Say, look-a-here, Hiram, there are certain things "board ship where it"s hands off! There is a certain place where friendship ceases. You can run your Smyrna fire department on sh.o.r.e, but aboard a vessel where I"m master mariner, by the wall-eyed jeehookibus, there"s no man but me bosses! And so long as a sail is up and her keel is movin" I say the say!"
In order to shake both fists under Hiram"s nose, he had surrendered the wheel to the rope-end. The _Dobson_ paid off rapidly, driven by a sudden squall that sent her lee rail level with the foaming water.
Those forward howled in concert. Even the showman"s face grew pale as he squatted in the gangway, clutching the house for support.
"Cut away them ropes! She"s goin" to tip over!" squalled Murray, the big blacksmith. Between the two options--to take the wheel and bring the clumsy hooker into the wind, or to rush forward and flail his bunglers away from the rigging--Cap"n Sproul shuttled insanely, rushing to and fro and bellowing furious language. The language had no effect. With axes and knives the willing crew hacked away every rope forward that seemed to be anything supporting a sail, and down came the foresail and two jibs. The Cap"n knocked down the two men who tried to cut the mainsail halyards. The next moment the _Dobson_ jibed under the impulse of the mainsail, and the swinging boom snapped Hiram"s plug hat afar into the sea, and left the showman flat on his back, dizzily rubbing a b.u.mp on his bald head.
For an instant Cap"n Sproul was moved by a wild impulse to let her slat her way to complete destruction, but the sailorman"s instinct triumphed, and he worked her round, chewing a strand of his beard with venom.
"I don"t pretend to know as much about ship managin" as you do," Hiram ventured to say at last, "but if that wa"n"t a careless performance, lettin" her wale round that way, then I"m no judge."
He got no comment from the Cap"n.
"I don"t suppose it"s shipshape to cut ropes instead of untie "em,"
pursued Hiram, struggling with lame apology in behalf of the others, "but I could see for myself that if them sails stayed up we were goin"
to tip over. It"s better to sail a little slower and keep right side up."