He knotted a big handkerchief around his head and took his place on the grating once more.
"What can we do now?" bawled Murray.
"You"re the one that"s issuin" orders "board here now," growled the Cap"n, bending baleful gaze on the foreman of the Ancients. "Go for"ard and tell "em to chop down both masts, and then bore some holes in the bottom to let out the bilge-water. Then they can set her on fire. There might be something them blasted Ancients could do to a vessel on fire."
"I don"t believe in bein" sarcastic when people are tryin" to do the best they can," objected Hiram. He noted that the _Dobson_ was once again setting straight out to sea. She was b.u.t.ting her snub nose furiously into swelling combers. The slaty bench of clouds had lifted into the zenith. Scud trailed just over the swaying masts. The sh.o.r.e line was lost in haze. "Don"t be stuffy any longer, Cap"n," he pleaded.
"We"ve gone fur enough. I give up. You are deep-water, all right!"
Cap"n Sproul made no reply. Suddenly catching a moment that seemed favorable, he lashed the wheel, and with mighty puffing and grunting "inched" in the main-sheet. "She ought to have a double reef," he muttered. "But them petrified sons of secos couldn"t take in a week"s wash."
"You can see for yourself that the boys are seasick," resumed Hiram, when the Cap"n took the wheel again. "If you don"t turn "round--"
"Mr. Look," grated the skipper, "I"ve got just a word or two to say right now." His st.u.r.dy legs were straddled, his brown hands clutched the spokes of the weather-worn wheel. "I"m runnin" this packet from now on, and it"s without conversation. Understand? Don"t you open your yap. And you go for"ard and tell them steer calves that I"ll kill the first one that steps foot aft the mainmast."
There was that in the tones and in the skipper"s mien of dignity as he stood there, fronting and defying once again his ancient foe, the ocean, which took out of Hiram all his courage to retort. And after a time he went forward, dragging himself cautiously, to join the little group of misery huddled in the folds of the fallen canvas.
"A cargo of fools to save!" growled Cap"n Sproul, his eyebrows knotted in anxiety. "Myself among "em! And they don"t know what the matter is with "em. We"ve struck the line gale--that"s what we"ve done! Struck it with a choppin"-tray for a bo"t and a mess of rooty-baggy turnips for a crew! And there"s only one hole to crawl out of."
XXII
The wind had shifted when it settled into the blow--a fact that the Cap"n"s shipmates did not realize, and which he was too disgusted by their general inefficiency to explain to them. In his crippled condition, in the gathering night, he figured that it would be impossible for him to make Portland harbor, the only accessible refuge. The one chance was to ride it out, and this he set himself to do, grimly silent, contemptuously reticent. He held her nose up to the open sea, allowing her only steerageway, the gale slithering off her flattened sail.
The men who gazed on him from the waist saw in his resolution only stubborn determination to punish them.
"He"s sartinly the obstinatest man that ever lowered his head at ye,"
said Zeburee Nute, breaking in on the apprehensive mumble of his fellows. "He won"t stop at northin" when he"s mad. Look what he"s done in Smyrna. But I call this rubbin" it in a darn sight more"n he"s got any right to do."
His lament ended in a seasick hiccough.
"I don"t understand sailormen very well," observed Jackson Denslow; "and it may be that a lot of things they do are all right, viewed from sailorman standpoint. But if Cap Sproul wa"n"t plumb crazy and off"m his nut them times we offered him honors in our town, and if he ain"t jest as crazy now, I don"t know lunatics when I see "em."
"Headin" straight out to sea when dry ground"s off that way," said Murray, finning feeble hand to starboard, "ain"t what Dan"l Webster would do, with his intellect, if he was here."
Hiram Look sat among them without speaking, his eyes on his friend outlined against the gloom at the wheel. One after the other the miserable members of the Ancients and Honorables appealed to him for aid and counsel.
"Boys," he said at last, "I"ve been figgerin" that he"s just madder"n blazes at what you done to the sails, and that as soon"s he works his mad off he"ll turn tail. Judgin" from what he said to me, it ain"t safe to tackle him right away. It will only keep him mad. Hold tight for a little while and let"s see what he"ll do when he cools. And if he don"t cool then, I"ve got quite a habit of gettin" mad myself."
And, hanging their hopes on this argument and promise, they crouched there in their misery, their eyes on the dim figure at the wheel, their ears open to the screech of the gale, their souls as sick within them as were their stomachs.
In that sea and that wind the progress of the _Dobson_ was, as the Cap"n mentally put it, a "sashay." There was way enough on her to hold her into the wind, but the waves and the tides lugged her slowly sideways and backward. And yet, with their present sea-room Cap"n Sproul hoped that he might claw off enough to save her.
Upon his absorption in these hopes blundered Hiram through the night, crawling aft on his hands and knees after final and despairing appeal from his men.
"I say, Cap"n," he gasped, "you and I have been too good friends to have this go any further. I"ve took my medicine. So have the boys.
Now let"s shake hands and go ash.o.r.e."
No reply from the desperate mariner at the wheel battling for life.
"You heard me!" cried Hiram, fear and anger rasping in his tones.
"I say, I want to go ash.o.r.e, and, damme, I"m goin"!"
"Take your shoes in your hand and wade," gritted the Cap"n. "I ain"t stoppin" you." He still scorned to explain to the meddlesome landsman.
"I can carry a grudge myself," bl.u.s.tered Hiram. "But I finally stop to think of others that"s dependent on me. We"ve got wives ash.o.r.e, you and me have, and these men has got families dependent on "em.
I tell ye to turn round and go ash.o.r.e!"
"Turn round, you devilish idjit?" bellowed the Cap"n. "What do you think this is--one of your circus wagons with a span of hosses. .h.i.tched in front of it? I told you once before that I didn"t want to be bothered with conversation. I tell you so ag"in. I"ve got things on my mind that you don"t know anything about, and that you ain"t got intellect enough to understand. Now, you shut up or I"ll kick you overboard for a mutineer."
At the end of half an hour of silence--bitter, suffering silence--Hiram broke out with a husky shout.
"There ye go, Cap"n," he cried. "Behind you! There"s our chance!"
A wavering red flare lighted the sky, spreading upward on the mists.
The men forward raised a quavering cheer.
"Ain"t you goin" to sail for it?" asked Hiram, eagerly. "There"s our chance to get ash.o.r.e." He had crept close to the skipper.
"I s"pose you feel like puttin" on that piazzy hat of yourn and grabbin" your speakin"-trumpet, leather buckets, and bed-wrench, and startin" for it," sneered Cap"n Sproul in a lull of the wind.
"In the old times they had wimmen called sirens to coax men ash.o.r.e.
But that thing there seems to be better bait of the Smyrna fire department."
"Do you mean to tell me that you ain"t agoin" to land when there"s dry ground right over there, with people signallin" and waitin" to help you?" demanded the showman, his temper whetted by his fright.
The Cap"n esteemed the question too senseless to admit any reply except a scornful oath. He at the wheel, studying drift and wind, had pretty clear conception of their whereabouts. The scraggly ridge dimly outlined by the fire on sh.o.r.e could hardly be other than Cod Lead, where Colonel Gideon Ward and Eleazar Bodge were languishing.
It was probable that those marooned gentlemen had lighted a fire in their desperation in order to signal for a.s.sistance. The Cap"n reflected that it was about as much wit as landsmen would possess.
To Hiram"s panicky mind this situation seemed to call for one line of action. They were skippered by a madman or a brute, he could not figure which. At any rate, it seemed time to interfere.
He crawled back again to the huddled group of the Ancients and enlisted Ludelphus Murray, as biggest and least incapacitated by seasickness.
They staggered back in the gloom and, without preface or argument, fell upon the Cap"n, dragged him, fighting manfully and profanely, to the companionway of the little house, thrust him down, after an especially vigorous engagement of some minutes, slammed and bolted the doors and shot the hatch. They heard him beating about within and raging horribly, but Murray doubled himself over, his knees against the doors, his body p.r.o.ne on the hatch.
His position was fortunate for him, for again the _Dobson_ jibed, the boom of the mainsail slishing overhead. Hiram was crawling on hands and knees toward the wheel, and escaped, also. When the little schooner took the bit in her teeth she promptly eliminated the question of seamanship. It was as though she realized that the master-hand was paralyzed. She shook the rotten sail out of the bolt-ropes with a bang, righted and went sluggishly rolling toward the flare on sh.o.r.e.
"I don"t know much about vessel managin"," gasped Hiram, "but seein"
that gettin" ash.o.r.e was what I was drivin" at; the thing seems to be progressin" all favorable."
Up to this time one pa.s.senger on the schooner appeared to be taking calm or tempest with the same equanimity. This pa.s.senger was Imogene, couched at the break of the little p.o.o.p. But the cracking report of the bursting sail, and now the dreadful clamor of the imprisoned Cap"n Sproul, stirred her fears. She raised her trunk and trumpeted with bellowings that shamed the blast.
"Let him up now, "Delphus!" shouted Hiram, after twirling the wheel vainly and finding that the _Dobson_ heeded it not. "If there ain"t no sails up he can"t take us out to sea. Let him up before he gives Imogene hysterics."
And when Murray released his clutch on the hatch it snapped back, and out over the closed doors of the companionway shot the Cap"n, a whiskered jack-in-the-box, gifted with vociferous speech.
Like the cautious seaman, his first glance was aloft. Then he spun the useless wheel.