"Well, the captain is in no end of a hurry," said he; "but I was instructed to give you all the a.s.sistance in my power, and signal back for another boat if more hands were necessary. What can I do for you?"
"O, we won"t keep you no time," replied Wicks cheerily. "We"re all ready, bless you--men"s chests, chronometer, papers and all."
"Do you mean to leave her?" cried the officer. "She seems to me to lie nicely; can"t we get your ship off?"
"So we could, and no mistake; but how we"re to keep her afloat"s another question. Her bows is stove in," replied Wicks.
The officer coloured to the eyes. He was incompetent and knew he was; thought he was already detected, and feared to expose himself again.
There was nothing further from his mind than that the captain should deceive him; if the captain was pleased, why, so was he. "All right," he said. "Tell your men to get their chests aboard."
"Mr. G.o.ddedaal, turn the hands to to get the chests aboard," said Wicks.
The four Currency La.s.ses had waited the while on tenter-hooks. This welcome news broke upon them like the sun at midnight; and Hadden burst into a storm of tears, sobbing aloud as he heaved upon the tackle. But the work went none the less briskly forward; chests, men, and bundles were got over the side with alacrity; the boat was shoved off; it moved out of the long shadow of the Flying Scud, and its bows were pointed at the pa.s.sage.
So much, then, was accomplished. The sham wreck had pa.s.sed muster; they were clear of her, they were safe away; and the water widened between them and her d.a.m.ning evidences. On the other hand, they were drawing nearer to the ship of war, which might very well prove to be their prison and a hangman"s cart to bear them to the gallows--of which they had not yet learned either whence she came or whither she was bound; and the doubt weighed upon their heart like mountains.
It was Wicks who did the talking. The sound was small in Carthew"s ears, like the voices of men miles away, but the meaning of each word struck home to him like a bullet. "What did you say your ship was?" inquired Wicks.
"Tempest, don"t you know?" returned the officer.
Don"t you know? What could that mean? Perhaps nothing: perhaps that the ships had met already. Wicks took his courage in both hands. "Where is she bound?" he asked.
"O, we"re just looking in at all these miserable islands here," said the officer. "Then we bear up for San Francisco."
"O, yes, you"re from China ways, like us?" pursued Wicks.
"Hong Kong," said the officer, and spat over the side.
Hong Kong. Then the game was up; as soon as they set foot on board, they would be seized; the wreck would be examined, the blood found, the lagoon perhaps dredged, and the bodies of the dead would reappear to testify. An impulse almost incontrollable bade Carthew rise from the thwart, shriek out aloud, and leap overboard; it seemed so vain a thing to dissemble longer, to dally with the inevitable, to spin out some hundred seconds more of agonised suspense, with shame and death thus visibly approaching. But the indomitable Wicks persevered. His face was like a skull, his voice scarce recognisable; the dullest of men and officers (it seemed) must have remarked that telltale countenance and broken utterance. And still he persevered, bent upon cert.i.tude.
"Nice place, Hong Kong?" he said.
"I"m sure I don"t know," said the officer. "Only a day and a half there; called for orders and came straight on here. Never heard of such a beastly cruise." And he went on describing and lamenting the untoward fortunes of the Tempest.
But Wicks and Carthew heeded him no longer. They lay back on the gunnel, breathing deep, sunk in a stupor of the body: the mind within still nimbly and agreeably at work, measuring the past danger, exulting in the present relief, numbering with ecstasy their ultimate chances of escape.
For the voyage in the man-of-war they were now safe; yet a few more days of peril, activity, and presence of mind in San Francisco, and the whole horrid tale was blotted out; and Wicks again became Kirkup, and G.o.ddedaal became Carthew--men beyond all shot of possible suspicion, men who had never heard of the Flying Scud, who had never been in sight of Midway Reef.
So they came alongside, under many craning heads of seamen and projecting mouths of guns; so they climbed on board somnambulous, and looked blindly about them at the tall spars, the white decks, and the crowding ship"s company, and heard men as from far away, and answered them at random.
And then a hand fell softly on Carthew"s shoulder.
"Why, Norrie, old chappie, where have you dropped from? All the world"s been looking for you. Don"t you know you"ve come into your kingdom?"
He turned, beheld the face of his old schoolmate Sebright, and fell unconscious at his feet.
The doctor was attending him, a while later, in Lieutenant Sebright"s cabin, when he came to himself. He opened his eyes, looked hard in the strange face, and spoke with a kind of solemn vigour.
"Brown must go the same road," he said; "now or never." And then paused, and his reason coming to him with more clearness, spoke again: "What was I saying? Where am I? Who are you?"
"I am the doctor of the Tempest," was the reply. "You are in Lieutenant Sebright"s berth, and you may dismiss all concern from your mind. Your troubles are over, Mr. Carthew."
"Why do you call me that?" he asked. "Ah, I remember--Sebright knew me!
O!" and he groaned and shook. "Send down Wicks to me; I must see Wicks at once!" he cried, and seized the doctor"s wrist with unconscious violence.
"All right," said the doctor. "Let"s make a bargain. You swallow down this draught, and I"ll go and fetch Wicks."
And he gave the wretched man an opiate that laid him out within ten minutes and in all likelihood preserved his reason.
It was the doctor"s next business to attend to Mac; and he found occasion, while engaged upon his arm, to make the man repeat the names of the rescued crew. It was now the turn of the captain, and there is no doubt he was no longer the man that we have seen; sudden relief, the sense of perfect safety, a square meal and a good gla.s.s of grog, had all combined to relax his vigilance and depress his energy.
"When was this done?" asked the doctor, looking at the wound.
"More than a week ago," replied Wicks, thinking singly of his log.
"Hey?" cried the doctor, and he raised his hand and looked the captain in the eyes.
"I don"t remember exactly," faltered Wicks.
And at this remarkable falsehood, the suspicions of the doctor were at once quadrupled.
"By the way, which of you is called Wicks?" he asked easily.
"What"s that?" snapped the captain, falling white as paper.
"Wicks," repeated the doctor; "which of you is he? that"s surely a plain question."
Wicks stared upon his questioner in silence.
"Which is Brown, then?" pursued the doctor.
"What are you talking of? what do you mean by this?" cried Wicks, s.n.a.t.c.hing his half-bandaged hand away, so that the blood sprinkled in the surgeon"s face.
He did not trouble to remove it. Looking straight at his victim, he pursued his questions. "Why must Brown go the same way?" he asked.
Wicks fell trembling on a locker. "Carthew"s told you," he cried.
"No," replied the doctor, "he has not. But he and you between you have set me thinking, and I think there"s something wrong."
"Give me some grog," said Wicks. "I"d rather tell than have you find out. I"m d.a.m.ned if it"s half as bad as what any one would think."
And with the help of a couple of strong grogs, the tragedy of the Flying Scud was told for the first time.
It was a fortunate series of accidents that brought the story to the doctor. He understood and pitied the position of these wretched men, and came whole-heartedly to their a.s.sistance. He and Wicks and Carthew (so soon as he was recovered) held a hundred councils and prepared a policy for San Francisco. It was he who certified "G.o.ddedaal" unfit to be moved and smuggled Carthew ash.o.r.e under cloud of night; it was he who kept Wicks"s wound open that he might sign with his left hand; he who took all their Chile silver and (in the course of the first day) got it converted for them into portable gold. He used his influence in the wardroom to keep the tongues of the young officers in order, so that Carthew"s identification was kept out of the papers. And he rendered another service yet more important. He had a friend in San Francisco, a millionaire; to this man he privately presented Carthew as a young gentleman come newly into a huge estate, but troubled with Jew debts which he was trying to settle on the quiet. The millionaire came readily to help; and it was with his money that the wrecker gang was to be fought. What was his name, out of a thousand guesses? It was Douglas Longhurst.
As long as the Currency La.s.ses could all disappear under fresh names, it did not greatly matter if the brig were bought, or any small discrepancies should be discovered in the wrecking. The identification of one of their number had changed all that. The smallest scandal must now direct attention to the movements of Norris. It would be asked how he who had sailed in a schooner from Sydney, had turned up so shortly after in a brig out of Hong Kong; and from one question to another all his original shipmates were pretty sure to be involved. Hence arose naturally the idea of preventing danger, profiting by Carthew"s new-found wealth, and buying the brig under an alias; and it was put in hand with equal energy and caution. Carthew took lodgings alone under a false name, picked up Bellairs at random, and commissioned him to buy the wreck.
"What figure, if you please?" the lawyer asked.