"Captain lost his wife, didn"t he?" I asked, moving my chair to make room.
"No--never had one." He leaned forward and filled one of the empty cups. "Why did you think so?"
"Well, more from the tone of his voice than anything else. Some trouble about it, wasn"t there?"
"There was. His sweetheart was burned to death ten years ago--lamp got upset." These men are direct in their speech. It comes from their life-long habit of giving short, crisp, meaning orders. He had reached for the sugar now, and was dropping the lumps slowly into his cup.
"That explains it, then," I answered. "We were talking about the bird over there, and he said a man must have something to love, being without wife or children, and then I told him a big man like himself, I should think, would rather have a dog--"
The first officer put down his cup, jerked his body around, and said, his blue eyes looking into mine:
"You didn"t say that, did you?"
I nodded my head.
"Mighty sorry. Don"t any of us talk to him of his dog. What did he say?"
"Nothing. Turned a little pale, got up, and went out."
"Too bad! You didn"t know, of course--wish I"d posted you."
"Then he DID have a dog?"
"Yes, belonged to that poor girl."
"What became of him?"
The first officer leaned over the table and rested his elbows on the cloth, his chin in the palms of his hands. For some time he did not speak. Outside I could hear the thrash of the sea and the slosh of spent waves coursing through the deck gutters.
"You want to hear about that dog, do you?" he asked, straightening up.
"Well, I can tell you if any man can, but you"re to keep mum about it to the captain."
Again I nodded.
He fumbled in his outside pocket, drew forth a short pipe, rapped out the dead ashes, refilled it slowly from a pouch on the table, lighted it, and settled himself in his chair.
"I"ll begin at the beginning, for then you"ll understand how I came to be mixed up in it. I saw that dog when he first came aboard, and I want to say right here that the sight of him raised a lump in my throat big as your fist, for he was just the mate of the one I owned when I used to look after my father"s sheep on the hills where we lived. Then, again, I took to him because he wasn"t the kind of a pet I"d ever seen at sea before--we"d had monkeys and parrots and a bobtail cat, but never a dog--not a real, human dog.
"He was one of those brown-and-white combed-out collies we have up in my country, with a long, pointed nose that could smell a mile and eyes like your mother"s--they were so soft and tender. One of those dogs that when he put his cold nose alongside your cheek and snuffed around your whiskers you loved him--you couldn"t help it--and you knew he loved you. As for the captain--the dog was never three feet from his heels. Night or day, it was just the same--up on the bridge, followin"
him with his eyes every time he turned, or stretched out beside his berth when he was asleep. Hard to understand how such a man can love a dog until you saw that one. Then, again, this dog had another hold upon the captain, for the girl had loved him just the same way.
"And he had the best nose in a fog--seemed as if he could sniff things as they went by or came on dead ahead. After a while the captain would send him out with the bow-watch in thick weather, and there he"d crouch, his nose restin" on the rail, his eyes peerin" ahead. Once he got on to a brigantine comin" bow on minutes before the lookout could see her--smelt her, the men said, just as he used to smell the sheep lost on the hillside at home. It was thick as mud--one of those pasty fogs that choke you like hot steam. We had three men in the cro"nest and two for"ard hangin" over her bow-rail. The dog began to grow restless. Then his ears went up and his tail straightened out, and he began to growl as if he had seen another dog. The captain was listenin"
from the bridge, and he suspected somethin" was wrong and rang "Slow down!" just in time to save us from smashing bow on into that brigantine. Another time he rose on his hind legs and "let out" a yelp that peeled everybody"s eyes. Then the slippery, barnacle-covered bottom of a water-logged derelict went scootin" by a few yards off our starboard quarter. After that the men got to dependin" on him--"Ought to have a first mate"s pay," I used to tell the captain, at which he would laugh and pat the dog on the head.
"One morning about eight bells, some two hundred miles off Rio--we were "board the Zampa, one of our South American line, with eighteen first-cla.s.s pa.s.sengers, half of "em women, and ten or twelve emigrants--when word came to the bridge that a fire had started in the cargo. We had a lot of light freight on board and some explosives which were to be used in the mines in the mountains off the coast, so fire was the last thing we wanted. Bayard--did I tell you the dog"s name was Bayard?--that"s what the girl called him--was on the bridge with Captain Bogart. I was asleep in my bunk. First thing I knew I felt the dog"s cold nose in my face, and the next thing I was on the dead run for the after-hatch. I"ve had it big and ugly a good many times in my life; was washed upon a pile of rocks once stickin" up about a cable"s length off our coast, and hung to the cracks until I dropped into a lifeboat; and another time I was picked up for dead off Natal and rolled on a barrel till I came to. But that racket aboard the Zampa was the worst yet.
"When I jumped in among the men the smoke was creepin" out between the lids of the hatch. We ripped that off and began diggin" up the cargo--crates of chairs, rolls of mattin", some spruce scantling--runnin" the nozzle of the hose down as far as we could get it. There were no water-tight compartments which we could have flooded in those days as there are now, or we could have smothered it first off. What we had to do was to fight it inch by inch. I knew where the explosives were, and so did the captain and purser, but the crew didn"t--didn"t even know they were aboard, and I was glad they didn"t.
We had picked most of "em up at Rio--or they"d made a rush maybe for the boats, and then we"d had to shoot one or two of "em to teach the others manners. In addition to every foot of hose we had "board I started a line of buckets and then rushed a gang below to cut through the bulkhead to see if we could get at the stuff better.
"The men fell to with a will. Fire ain"t so bad when you take hold of it in time, and as long as there is plenty of steam pressure--and there was--you can almost always get on top of it, unless something turns up you don"t count on.
"That"s what happened here. I was standin" on the coamings of the hatch at the time, peerin" down into the smoke and steam, thinking the fire was nearly out, directing the men what to h"ist out and what to leave, when first thing I knew there came a dull, heavy thump, as if we"d struck a rock amidships, and up puffed a cloud of smoke and sparks that keeled me over on my back and nearly blinded me.
"I knew then that the fire had just begun to take hold; that thump might have been a cask of rum or it might have been a box of nitro-glycerine. Whatever it was, there was no time to waste in stoppin" the blaze before it reached the rest of the cargo.
"Captain Bogart had felt the shock and now came runnin" down the deck with the dog at his heels. He knew I"d take care of the fire and he hadn"t left the bridge, but the way she shook and heaved under the explosion was another thing.
"By this time the pa.s.sengers were huddled together on the upper deck, frightened to death, as they always are, the women the coolest in the crowd. All except two little old women, sisters, who lived out of Rio and who had been with us before. Fire was one of the things that scared them to death, and they certainly were scared. They hung to the rail, their arms around each other--the two together didn"t weigh a hundred and fifty pounds; always reminded me of two shiverin" little monkeys, these two old women, although maybe it ain"t nice for me to say it--and looked down over the rail into the sea, and said they never could go down the ladder, and did all the things badly scared women do, short of pitching themselves overboard, which sometimes occurs. The captain stopped and talked to "em--told "em there was no danger--his ears open all the time for another let-go, and the dog nosed round and put out his paw as if to make good what the captain had promised.
"The water was goin" in now pretty lively--all the pumps at work--the light stuff bein" heaved overboard as fast as it came out. By dark we"d got the fire under so that we had steam where before we"d had smoke and flame. The pa.s.sengers had quieted down and some of "em had gone back to their staterooms to get their things together, and everything was going quiet and peaceable--this was about nine o"clock--when there came another half-smothered explosion and the stokers began crawlin" up like rats. Then the chief engineer stumbled out--no hat nor coat, his head all blood where a flying bolt had gashed him. Some of her bilge plates was loose, he said, and the water half up to the fire-boxes. Next a column of flame came pouring out of her companionway, which crisped up four of our boats and drove everybody for"ard. We knew then it was all up with us.
"The captain now sent every man to the boats--those that would float--and we began to get the pa.s.sengers and crew together--about sixty, all told. That"s pretty nasty business at any time. They"re like a flock of sheep, huddlin" together, some wantin" to stay and some crazy to go; or they are shiverin" with fright and ready to knife each other--anything to get ahead or back or wherever they think it is safest. This time most of "em had got on to the explosives; they knew something was up, either with the boilers or the cargo, and every one of them expected to be blown up any minute.
"I stood by the rail, of course, and had told off the men I could trust, puttin" "em in two lines to let "em through one at a time, women first, then the old men, and so on--same old story; you"ve seen it, no doubt--and had got four boats overboard and filled--the sea was pretty calm--and three of "em away and out of range of fallin" pieces if she did take a notion to let go suddenly, when the dog sprang out of the door at the top of the stairs leading down to the main deck, barkin"
like mad, runnin" up to the captain, who stood just behind me, pullin"
at his trousers, and runnin" back again. Then a yell came from the boat below that one of the old women was missing: it was her sister. One half-crazy man said she"d jumped overboard--he was crowdin" up to the rail and didn"t want to stop for anything--and another said she had gone off in the first boat, which I knew was a lie.
""Have you sent them both down?" asked Captain Bogart.
""No, sir; only one," I said--and I hadn"t.
"Just then a steward stepped up with a bundle of clothing in his hand.
""I tried to get her out, but she"d locked herself in the stateroom, sir. It was all afire when I come up."
"It took about two seconds for Captain Bogart to jump clear of the crowd, run half the length of the deck and plunge through the door leadin" to the main deck, the dog boundin" after him.
"I"ve been through a good many anxious minutes in my life, but those were the worst I"d had up to date. He and I had been pretty close ever since I went to sea. He"s ten years older than I am, but he gave me my first chance. Yes; that kind of thing takes the heart out of you, and they were both in it. Hadn"t been for the dog we wouldn"t have missed her, maybe, although the captain was keeping tally of the pa.s.sengers and crew.
"Three minutes, they said it was--more like three hours to me--I held the crowd back, wondering how long I ought to wait if he didn"t come up, knowing my duty was to stay where I was, when the dog sprang out of the door, half his hair singed off him, barkin" and jumpin" as if he had been let out for a romp; and then came the captain staggerin"
along, his face scorched, his coat half burned off him, the woman in his arms in a dead faint and pretty nigh smothered. The old fool had locked herself in her stateroom--he had to break down the door to get at her--cryin" she"d rather die there than be separated from her sister.
"We made room for the two--the half-crazy man fallin" back--and the captain lowered her himself into the boat alongside her sister, and then he sent me down the ladder behind her to catch the others when they came down and see that everything was ready to cast off.
"I could see the captain now from my position in the boat, up against the sky--he was the last man on the ship--holding the dog close to him.
Once I thought he was going to bring him down in his arms, he held him so tight.
"Next time I looked he was coming down the ladder slowly, one foot at a time, the dog looking down at him, his big, human eyes peering into the captain"s face, his long, pointed nose thrust out, his ears bent forward. If he could have spoken--and he looked as if he was speaking--he would be telling him how glad he felt at savin" the old woman, and how happy he was that they"d all three got clear. My own collie used to talk to me like that--had a kind of low whine when he"d get that way; tell me about his sheep stuck in the snow, and the way the--"
The first officer stopped, cleared his throat, shook the ashes from his pipe and laid it on the table. After a while he went on. His words came slower now, as if they hurt him.
"When the captain got half-way down the ladder I saw him stand still for a moment and look straight tip into the dog"s eyes. Then I heard him say:
""Down, Bayard! Stay where you are."
"The dog crouched and lay with his paws on the edge of the rail. That"s what he"d done all his life--just obeyed orders without question. Again I saw the captain stop. This time he slipped his hand into his side-pocket, half drew out his revolver, put it back again, and kept on his way down the ladder to the boat.
"Then the captain"s order rang out: