"About twenty miles to leeward of the Inlet, and perhaps eight off the sh.o.r.e. At least, I should like to believe we are. How is it you look so fresh, instead of worn out? Where did you learn to make yourself at home in a boat?"
"In Toronto," said Anthea. "I was there two years, and they are fond of yachting in that city. I once did some sailing in England too. What do you think of their boats? It is, perhaps, fortunate Valentine made the _Sorata_ a cutter, as they generally do, instead of a sloop. You could hardly have handled her under the latter"s single headsail last night."
"No," said Jimmy, "I don"t think I could. If she had been rigged that way she would probably have gone under by now. Still, I don"t see why you should expect me to know anything about English boats."
Anthea smiled as she looked at him. "Perhaps you don"t, though you don"t invariably express yourself as a man would who had never been away from the Pacific Slope."
"Well," said Jimmy reflectively, "it"s not quite a sure thing that the way they talk in an English ship"s forecastle is very much nicer."
"There are more places in a mail-boat than her forecastle."
It seemed to Jimmy advisable to change the subject, and he made a little grimace as he glanced at the plate.
"I"m afraid I"ve cleaned up everything," he said.
Anthea laughed. "Which is quite as it should be. I can get more, and you can"t. Still, perhaps you have left some coffee."
Jimmy was about to point out that there was no cup, but refrained, for it flashed on him that his companion was, of course, aware of this, and he gravely handed her the jug. What her purpose was he did not know, and indeed he was never clear on this point, though he fancied that she had one; but it was, at least, evident that she was damp and chilled, and needed the physical stimulant. The trifling act, it seemed, might equally be a pledge of camaraderie, or a recognition of the fact that they were for the time being no more than man and woman between whom all distinctions had vanished in the face of peril; but he seemed to feel it had a still deeper significance. He had once held her in his arms, and now they had shared the same plate and drunk from the same vessel.
Then the _Sorata_ reminded him that she required attention, for a sea seethed on board her forward, and when it poured into the c.o.c.kpit he swung himself back to the coaming. A minute or two later he stretched out his hand, and the girl drew in her breath as she glanced ahead, for a sail materialized suddenly out of the vapor. It was suggestively slanted, and a dusky strip that looked very small appeared beneath it when it swung high on the crest of a sea.
"Siwashes," said Jimmy; "one of their sea canoes. They have to keep her running. She wouldn"t lie-to."
The craft drew abreast of them, traveling wonderfully fast, and Anthea long remembered how she drove by the _Sorata_, hove half her length out of water, riding on the ridge of a big gray sea. She was entirely open, a long, narrow, bird-headed thing, and the foam she flung off forward seemed to lap over her after-half. A little drenched spritsail was spread from an insignificant mast, and four crouching figures with dusky faces were partly visible amidst the wisps of spray that whirled about her. One of them held a long paddle, and looked fixedly ahead; the others gazed at the _Sorata_ expressionlessly until the craft swooped down between two seas. Jimmy saw his companion"s hands clench on the coaming, and the color ebb from her face, and then she gasped as the little strip of canvas swung into sight again.
"Ah!" she said, "it"s a trifle horrible to watch them; and what must it be to steer her? How many of us in the cities know what the struggle for existence really is?"
Jimmy nodded a.s.sent. "At least," he said, "the thing is tolerably clear to the men who live at sea. If that Siwash lost his nerve for a moment the next comber would swallow the canoe. After all, the sea knows no distinctions; white men and red men alike must face the strain."
"In the big mail-boats too?"
"Of course. I"m not sure it isn"t a little heavier there. When you are traveling as fast as a freight train there is little time to decide how you will clear a crossing steamer, or to pick out green from yellow among a blink of sliding lights. The man who fails is very apt to hurl as much as fourteen thousand tons of hull and cargo into destruction, and, perhaps, two thousand pa.s.sengers into another world, though some vessels now carry more than that. The owner seldom gets rich when he doesn"t; and there is, after all, no very great difference between his lot and that of the Siwash, who stakes his life against the value of a few salmon or halibut."
He broke off with a laugh. "Hadn"t you better go back? You are getting very wet."
Anthea did so, and it was almost noon when she came up again. Jimmy still sat at the tiller, and his wet face looked a trifle worn; but the breeze had softened, and as the girl glanced round her, a shaft of sunlight fell suddenly upon the foaming sea.
"Yes," said Jimmy, "it"s blowing itself out. I expect we"ll be able to shake the reefs out of the trysail and beat up for the Inlet before it"s dark. If it were necessary I would run her before it now."
"Wouldn"t there be shelter in one of the inlets to leeward?" asked the girl, with a very natural longing to escape from the strain and turmoil.
"It"s very probable," said Jimmy. "I dare say I could make one. Still, you see----"
He stopped, and Anthea flushed ever so slightly, for it was evident to her that she and her companion could not extend that cruise indefinitely in company with Valentine"s hired man.
"Of course!" she said. "Austerly will be horribly anxious. Well, if you think you could leave the tiller lashed, I have dinner ready."
"I believe I could. Still, it might be awkward to get back fast enough from the forecastle in case of necessity."
"I wonder," said the girl, "whether you have any very decided objections to sitting down with us in the saloon? If you have, it would make it necessary for Nellie or me to bring the things out to you."
Jimmy fancied that the last was an inspiration, and after a glance to windward went down into the saloon, which was very wet. Miss Austerly, who seemed to have stood the shaking better than he expected, reclined on one settee with her feet drawn up for the sake of dryness, and she smiled at him. He wondered when he saw how the little swing-table was set. Miss Merril, finding the crockery kept for charterers mostly smashed, had apparently come upon Valentine"s enameled and indurated ware.
There was no restraint upon any of them during the meal. The fact that the breeze was undoubtedly falling would have been sufficient in itself to restore their cheerfulness, but Jimmy was also sensible of a curious exhilaration, and discoursed whimsically upon various topics besides the sea. In fact, he was astonished to find that he had been away an hour when at last he went back to the c.o.c.kpit. The breeze was falling rapidly, and before Anthea prepared the supper, which was, as usual in that country, at about six o"clock, he had set the whole trysail, and soon afterward he got the reefed mainsail up. By midnight the _Sorata_ was close in with the coast, working fast to windward through smooth water with her biggest topsail set, while a half-moon hung low in the western sky. The sea gleamed silver under it, and scarcely half a mile away dim hillsides and long ranks of somber pines half-veiled in fleecy mists went sliding by.
The soft gleam of the swinging lamps in the saloon shone out in faint streams of colored radiance through the skylights, and, late as it was, Nellie Austerly nestled well wrapped up on a locker in the c.o.c.kpit. She watched the long swell break away from beneath the bows in glittering cascades, and Jimmy fancied he knew what she was thinking when she gazed aloft at the tall spire of canvas that shone in the moonlight as white as the peak ahead of them. It was a nocturne in blue and silver, and if sound were wanted, the splashing at the bows and the deep rumble of the surf emphasized the softer harmonies of the night.
"You are not so very sorry we were blown off, after all?" he asked.
The girl smiled. "No," she said; "I managed to sleep through a good deal of it, and now I feel almost as fresh as if I had stayed ash.o.r.e.
Besides, this would make up for anything. One could almost wish we could sail south with the topsail up under the moonlight--forever. In spite of the bad weather, I have been so well since I came to sea."
"Just the three of us?" asked Jimmy unguardedly.
He saw the twinkle in the girl"s eyes as she glanced at her companion, who sat close by.
"I wonder," she said, "whether you would like that, Anthea? I almost think I should."
The moonlight sufficed to show the faint tinge of color in Anthea"s face, but she laughed. "And what about your father?"
Nellie Austerly did not appear concerned. "It is very undutiful, for he must have been anxious; but I really can"t help feeling amused when I think of him and Mr. Valentine being left on the beach to sleep in the Siwash rancherie. One understands they are rather dreadful places, and he is so horribly particular, you know."
Anthea said nothing further, and presently the two girls went below, but they were about again when, soon after six o"clock next morning, Jimmy beat the _Sorata_ into the Inlet. Indeed, he left Anthea at the tiller while he went into the saloon to look for a piece of spun yarn which Valentine kept in one of the lockers. Nellie Austerly smiled at him as he opened it.
"I suppose we shall be in very soon, and I want to thank you now for bringing me back safe," she said. "Anthea, of course, can thank you for herself."
Jimmy felt a trifle embarra.s.sed. "I really don"t see why she should. I think the charter covers anything I have done."
The girl made a little whimsical gesture. "Does it? You are not a regular yacht-hand, really?"
"I am, at least, mate of a lumber-carrying schooner, which comes to much the same thing."
The twinkle in Nellie Austerly"s eyes grew plainer. "I can be quite frank with Mr. Valentine and you, and perhaps it is because I like you both. You can make what you think fit of that. Still, I haven"t asked you how long you have been on board the schooner, and one understands there are a good many opportunities for men--like you and Mr.
Valentine--in this country."
Jimmy was a little startled, for it almost seemed that she had guessed his thoughts, but he smiled.
"Valentine seems to have all he wants already. He is content with the sea."
The girl laughed. "Well," she said, "I don"t think the sea would altogether satisfy him. But I must not keep you here; hadn"t you better make sure Anthea isn"t running us ash.o.r.e?"
Jimmy went up, and found the _Sorata_ was smoothly slipping by the climbing pines; and a little later her dory with three white men in it came sliding toward them as he hauled the topsail down.
CHAPTER IX
MERRIL TIGHTENS THE SCREW