"Yes, I see the idea," replied Carthew, rather dismally, and the two incompetents studied for a long time in silence the complicated gear above their heads.
But the time came when these rehearsals must be put in practice. The sails were lowered, and all hands heaved the anchor short. The whaleboat was then cut adrift, the upper topsails and the spanker set, the yards braced up, and the spanker sheet hauled out to starboard.
"Heave away on your anchor, Mr. Carthew."
"Anchor"s gone, sir."
"Set jibs."
It was done, and the brig still hung enchanted. Wicks, his head full of a schooner"s mainsail, turned his mind to the spanker. First he hauled in the sheet, and then he hauled it out, with no result.
"Brail the d.a.m.ned thing up!" he bawled at last, with a red face. "There ain"t no sense in it."
It was the last stroke of bewilderment for the poor captain, that he had no sooner brailed up the spanker than the vessel came before the wind.
The laws of nature seemed to him to be suspended; he was like a man in a world of pantomime tricks; the cause of any result, and the probable result of any action, equally concealed from him. He was the more careful not to shake the nerve of his amateur a.s.sistants. He stood there with a face like a torch; but he gave his orders with aplomb; and indeed, now the ship was under weigh, supposed his difficulties over.
The lower topsails and courses were then set, and the brig began to walk the water like a thing of life, her forefoot discoursing music, the birds flying and crying over her spars. Bit by bit the pa.s.sage began to open and the blue sea to show between the flanking breakers on the reef; bit by bit, on the starboard bow, the low land of the islet began to heave closer aboard. The yards were braced up, the spanker sheet hauled aft again; the brig was close hauled, lay down to her work like a thing in earnest, and had soon drawn near to the point of advantage, where she might stay and lie out of the lagoon in a single tack.
Wicks took the wheel himself, swelling with success. He kept the brig full to give her heels, and began to bark his orders: "Ready about.
Helm"s a-lee. Tacks and sheets. Mainsail haul." And then the fatal words: "That"ll do your mainsail; jump forrard and haul round your foreyards."
To stay a square-rigged ship is an affair of knowledge and swift sight; and a man used to the succinct evolutions of a schooner will always tend to be too hasty with a brig. It was so now. The order came too soon; the topsails set flat aback; the ship was in irons. Even yet, had the helm been reversed, they might have saved her. But to think of a stern-board at all, far more to think of profiting by one, were foreign to the schooner-sailor"s mind. Wicks made haste instead to wear ship, a manoeuvre for which room was wanting, and the Flying Scud took ground on a bank of sand and coral about twenty minutes before five.
Wicks was no hand with a square-rigger, and he had shown it. But he was a sailor and a born captain of men for all homely purposes, where intellect is not required and an eye in a man"s head and a heart under his jacket will suffice. Before the others had time to understand the misfortune, he was bawling fresh orders, and had the sails clewed up, and took soundings round the ship.
"She lies lovely," he remarked, and ordered out a boat with the starboard anchor.
"Here! steady!" cried Tommy. "You ain"t going to turn us to, to warp her off?"
"I am though," replied Wicks.
"I won"t set a hand to such tomfoolery for one," replied Tommy. "I"m dead beat." He went and sat down doggedly on the main hatch. "You got us on; get us off again," he added.
Carthew and Wicks turned to each other.
"Perhaps you don"t know how tired we are," said Carthew.
"The tide"s flowing!" cried the captain. "You wouldn"t have me miss a rising tide?"
"O, gammon! there"s tides to-morrow!" retorted Tommy.
"And I"ll tell you what," added Carthew, "the breeze is failing fast, and the sun will soon be down. We may get into all kinds of fresh mess in the dark and with nothing but light airs."
"I don"t deny it," answered Wicks, and stood awhile as if in thought.
"But what I can"t make out," he began again, with agitation, "what I can"t make out is what you"re made of! To stay in this place is beyond me. There"s the b.l.o.o.d.y sun going down--and to stay here is beyond me!"
The others looked upon him with horrified surprise. This fall of their chief pillar--this irrational pa.s.sion in the practical man, suddenly barred out of his true sphere, the sphere of action--shocked and daunted them. But it gave to another and unseen hearer the chance for which he had been waiting. Mac, on the striking of the brig, had crawled up the companion, and he now showed himself and spoke up.
"Captain Wicks," said he, "it"s me that brought this trouble on the lot of ye. I"m sorry for ut, I ask all your pardons, and if there"s any one can say "I forgive ye," it"ll make my soul the lighter."
Wicks stared upon the man in amaze; then his self-control returned to him. "We"re all in gla.s.s houses here," he said; "we ain"t going to turn to and throw stones. I forgive you, sure enough; and much good may it do you!"
The others spoke to the same purpose.
"I thank ye for ut, and "tis done like gentlemen," said Mac. "But there"s another thing I have upon my mind. I hope we"re all Prodestan"s here?"
It appeared they were; it seemed a small thing for the Protestant religion to rejoice in!
"Well, that"s as it should be," continued Mac. "And why shouldn"t we say the Lord"s Prayer? There can"t be no hurt in ut."
He had the same quiet, pleading, childlike way with him as in the morning; and the others accepted his proposal, and knelt down without a word.
"Knale if ye like!" said he. "I"ll stand." And he covered his eyes.
So the prayer was said to the accompaniment of the surf and seabirds, and all rose refreshed and felt lightened of a load. Up to then, they had cherished their guilty memories in private, or only referred to them in the heat of a moment and fallen immediately silent. Now they had faced their remorse in company, and the worst seemed over. Nor was it only that. But the pet.i.tion "Forgive us our trespa.s.ses," falling in so apposite after they had themselves forgiven the immediate author of their miseries, sounded like an absolution.
Tea was taken on deck in the time of the sunset, and not long after the five castaways--castaways once more--lay down to sleep.
Day dawned windless and hot. Their slumbers had been too profound to be refreshing, and they woke listless, and sat up, and stared about them with dull eyes. Only Wicks, smelling a hard day"s work ahead, was more alert. He went first to the well, sounded it once and then a second time, and stood awhile with a grim look, so that all could see he was dissatisfied. Then he shook himself, stripped to the buff, clambered on the rail, drew himself up and raised his arms to plunge. The dive was never taken. He stood instead transfixed, his eyes on the horizon.
"Hand up that gla.s.s," he said.
In a trice they were all swarming aloft, the nude captain leading with the gla.s.s.
On the northern horizon was a finger of grey smoke, straight in the windless air like a point of admiration.
"What do you make it?" they asked of Wicks.
"She"s truck down," he replied; "no telling yet. By the way the smoke builds, she must be heading right here."
"What can she be?"
"She might be a China mail," returned Wicks, "and she might be a blooming man-of-war, come to look for castaways. Here! This ain"t the time to stand staring. On deck, boys!"
He was the first on deck, as he had been the first aloft, handed down the ensign, bent it again to the signal halliards, and ran it up union down.
"Now hear me," he said, jumping into his trousers, "and everything I say you grip on to. If that"s a man-of-war, she"ll be in a tearing hurry; all these ships are what don"t do nothing and have their expenses paid.
That"s our chance; for we"ll go with them, and they won"t take the time to look twice or to ask a question. I"m Captain Trent; Carthew, you"re G.o.ddedaal; Tommy, you"re Hardy; Mac"s Brown; Amalu--Hold hard! we can"t make a Chinaman of him! Ah Wing must have deserted; Amalu stowed away; and I turned him to as cook, and was never at the bother to sign him.
Catch the idea? Say your names."
And that pale company recited their lesson earnestly.
"What were the names of the other two?" he asked. "Him Carthew shot in the companion, and the one I caught in the jaw on the main top-gallant?"
"Holdorsen and Wallen," said some one.
"Well, they"re drowned," continued Wicks; "drowned alongside trying to lower a boat. We had a bit of a squall last night: that"s how we got ash.o.r.e." He ran and squinted at the compa.s.s. "Squall out of nor"-nor"-west-half-west; blew hard; every one in a mess, falls jammed, and Holdorsen and Wallen spilt overboard. See? Clear your blooming heads!" He was in his jacket now, and spoke with a feverish impatience and contention that rang like anger.