"It happened while we were setting a reefed foresail, at dusk. Reefed foresail! You understand the sort of weather. The only sail we had left to keep the ship running; so you may guess what it had been like for days. Anxious sort of job, that. He gave me some of his cursed insolence at the sheet. I tell you I was overdone with this terrific weather that seemed to have no end to it. Terrific, I tell you-and a deep ship. I believe the fellow himself was half crazed with funk. It was no time for gentlemanly reproof, so I turned round and felled him like an ox. He up and at me. We closed just as an awful sea made for the ship. All hands saw it coming and took to the rigging, but I had him by the throat, and went on shaking him like a rat, the men above us yelling, "Look out! look out!" Then a crash as if the sky had fallen on my head. They say that for over ten minutes hardly anything was to be seen of the ship-just the three masts and a bit of the forecastle head and of the p.o.o.p all awash driving along in a smother of foam. It was a miracle that they found us, jammed together behind the forebits. It"s clear that I meant business, because I was holding him by the throat still when they picked us up. He was black in the face. It was too much for them. It seems they rushed us aft together, gripped as we were, screaming "Murder!" like a lot of lunatics, and broke into the cuddy.
And the ship running for her life, touch and go all the time, any minute her last in a sea fit to turn your hair grey only a-looking at it. I understand that the skipper, too, started raving like the rest of them.
The man had been deprived of sleep for more than a week, and to have this sprung on him at the height of a furious gale nearly drove him out of his mind. I wonder they didn"t fling me overboard after getting the carca.s.s of their precious ship-mate out of my fingers. They had rather a job to separate us, I"ve been told. A sufficiently fierce story to make an old judge and a respectable jury sit up a bit. The first thing I heard when I came to myself was the maddening howling of that endless gale, and on that the voice of the old man. He was hanging on to my bunk, staring into my face out of his sou"wester.
""Mr. Leggatt, you have killed a man. You can act no longer as chief mate of this ship.""
His care to subdue his voice made it sound monotonous. He rested a hand on the end of the skylight to steady himself with, and all that time did not stir a limb, so far as I could see. "Nice little tale for a quiet tea-party," he concluded in the same tone.
One of my hands, too, rested on the end of the skylight; neither did I stir a limb, so far as I knew. We stood less than a foot from each other. It occurred to me that if old "Bless my soul-you don"t say so"
were to put his head up the companion and catch sight of us, he would think he was seeing double, or imagine himself come upon a scene of weird witchcraft; the strange captain having a quiet confabulation by the wheel with his own grey ghost. I became very much concerned to prevent anything of the sort. I heard the other"s soothing undertone.
"My father"s a parson in Norfolk," it said. Evidently he had forgotten he had told me this important fact before. Truly a nice little tale.
"You had better slip down into my stateroom now," I said, moving off stealthily. My double followed my movements; our bare feet made no sound; I let him in, closed the door with care, and, after giving a call to the second mate, returned on deck for my relief.
"Not much sign of any wind yet," I remarked when he approached.
"No, sir. Not much," he a.s.sented, sleepily, in his hoa.r.s.e voice, with just enough deference, no more, and barely suppressing a yawn.
"Well, that"s all you have to look out for. You have got your orders."
"Yes, sir."
I paced a turn or two on the p.o.o.p and saw him take up his position face forward with his elbow in the ratlines of the mizzen-rigging before I went below. The mate"s faint snoring was still going on peacefully. The cuddy lamp was burning over the table on which stood a vase with flowers, a polite attention from the ship"s provision merchant-the last flowers we should see for the next three months at the very least. Two bunches of bananas hung from the beam symmetrically, one on each side of the rudder-casing. Everything was as before in the ship-except that two of her captain"s sleeping-suits were simultaneously in use, one motionless in the cuddy, the other keeping very still in the captain"s stateroom.
It must be explained here that my cabin had the form of the capital letter L the door being within the angle and opening into the short part of the letter. A couch was to the left, the bed-place to the right; my writing-desk and the chronometers" table faced the door. But any one opening it, unless he stepped right inside, had no view of what I call the long (or vertical) part of the letter. It contained some lockers surmounted by a bookcase; and a few clothes, a thick jacket or two, caps, oilskin coat, and such like, hung on hooks. There was at the bottom of that part a door opening into my bath-room, which could be entered also directly from the saloon. But that way was never used.
The mysterious arrival had discovered the advantage of this particular shape. Entering my room, lighted strongly by a big bulkhead lamp swung on gimbals above my writing-desk, I did not see him anywhere till he stepped out quietly from behind the coats hung in the recessed part.
"I heard somebody moving about, and went in there at once," he whispered.
I, too, spoke under my breath.
"n.o.body is likely to come in here without knocking and getting permission."
He nodded. His face was thin and the sunburn faded, as though he had been ill. And no wonder. He had been, I heard presently, kept under arrest in his cabin for nearly seven weeks. But there was nothing sickly in his eyes or in his expression. He was not a bit like me, really; yet, as we stood leaning over my bed-place, whispering side by side, with our dark heads together and our backs to the door, anybody bold enough to open it stealthily would have been treated to the uncanny sight of a double captain busy talking in whispers with his other self.
"But all this doesn"t tell me how you came to hang on to our side-ladder," I inquired, in the hardly audible murmurs we used, after he had told me something more of the proceedings on board the _Sephora_ once the bad weather was over.
"When we sighted Java Head I had had time to think all those matters out several times over. I had six weeks of doing nothing else, and with only an hour or so every evening for a tramp on the quarter-deck."
He whispered, his arms folded on the side of my bed-place, staring through the open port. And I could imagine perfectly the manner of this thinking out-a stubborn if not a steadfast operation; something of which I should have been perfectly incapable.
"I reckoned it would be dark before we closed with the land," he continued, so low that I had to strain my hearing, near as we were to each other, shoulder touching shoulder almost. "So I asked to speak to the old man. He always seemed very sick when he came to see me-as if he could not look me in the face. You know, that foresail saved the ship.
She was too deep to have run long under bare poles. And it was I that managed to set it for him. Anyway, he came. When I had him in my cabin-he stood by the door looking at me as if I had the halter round my neck already-I asked him right away to leave my cabin door unlocked at night while the ship was going through Sunda Straits. There would be the Java coast within two or three miles, off Angier Point. I wanted nothing more. I"ve had a prize for swimming my second year in the Conway."
"I can believe it," I breathed out.
"G.o.d only knows why they locked me in every night. To see some of their faces you"d have thought they were afraid I"d go about at night strangling people. Am I a murdering brute? Do I look it? By Jove! if I had been he wouldn"t have trusted himself like that into my room. You"ll say I might have chucked him aside and bolted out, there and then-it was dark already. Well, no. And for the same reason I wouldn"t think of trying to smash the door. There would have been a rush to stop me at the noise, and I did not mean to get into a confounded scrimmage. Somebody else might have got killed-for I would not have broken out only to get chucked back, and I did not want any more of that work. He refused, looking more sick than ever. He was afraid of the men, and also of that old second mate of his who had been sailing with him for years-a grey-headed old humbug; and his steward, too, had been with him devil knows how long-seventeen years or more-a dogmatic sort of loafer who hated me like poison, just because I was the chief mate. No chief mate ever made more than one voyage in the _Sephora_, you know. Those two old chaps ran the ship. Devil only knows what the skipper wasn"t afraid of (all his nerve went to pieces altogether in that h.e.l.lish spell of bad weather we had)-of what the law would do to him-of his wife, perhaps.
Oh, yes! she"s on board. Though I don"t think she would have meddled.
She would have been only too glad to have me out of the ship in any way.
The "brand of Cain" business, don"t you see. That"s all right. I was ready enough to go off wandering on the face of the earth-and that was price enough to pay for an Abel of that sort. Anyhow, he wouldn"t listen to me. "This thing must take its course. I represent the law here." He was shaking like a leaf. "So you won"t?" "No!" "Then I hope you will be able to sleep on that," I said, and turned my back on him. "I wonder that _you_ can," cries he, and locks the door.
"Well, after that, I couldn"t. Not very well. That was three weeks ago.
We have had a slow pa.s.sage through the Java Sea; drifted about Carimata for ten days. When we anch.o.r.ed here they thought, I suppose, it was all right. The nearest land (and that"s five miles) is the ship"s destination; the consul would soon set about catching me; and there would have been no object in bolting to these islets there. I don"t suppose there"s a drop of water on them. I don"t know how it was, but to-night that steward, after bringing me my supper, went out to let me eat it, and left the door unlocked. And I ate it-all there was, too. After I had finished I strolled out on the quarterdeck. I don"t know that I meant to do anything. A breath of fresh air was all I wanted, I believe. Then a sudden temptation came over me. I kicked off my slippers and was in the water before I had made up my mind fairly. Somebody heard the splash and they raised an awful hullabaloo. "He"s gone! Lower the boats! He"s committed suicide! No, he"s swimming." Certainly I was swimming. It"s not so easy for a swimmer like me to commit suicide by drowning. I landed on the nearest islet before the boat left the ship"s side. I heard them pulling about in the dark, hailing, and so on, but after a bit they gave up. Everything quieted down and the anchorage became as still as death. I sat down on a stone and began to think. I felt certain they would start searching for me at daylight. There was no place to hide on those stony things-and if there had been, what would have been the good?
But now I was clear of that ship, I was not going back. So after a while I took off all my clothes, tied them up in a bundle with a stone inside, and dropped them in the deep water on the outer side of that islet. That was suicide enough for me. Let them think what they liked, but I didn"t mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank-but that"s not the same thing. I struck out for another of these little islands, and it was from that one that I first saw your riding-light. Something to swim for.
I went on easily, and on the way I came upon a flat rock a foot or two above water. In the daytime, I dare say, you might make it out with a gla.s.s from your p.o.o.p. I scrambled up on it and rested myself for a bit.
Then I made another start. That last spell must have been over a mile."
His whisper was getting fainter and fainter, and all the time he stared straight out through the port-hole, in which there was not even a star to be seen. I had not interrupted him. There was something that made comment impossible in his narrative, or perhaps in himself; a sort of feeling, a quality, which I can"t find a name for. And when he ceased, all I found was a futile whisper: "So you swam for our light?"
"Yes-straight for it. It was something to swim for. I couldn"t see any stars low down because the coast was in the way, and I couldn"t see the land, either. The water was like gla.s.s. One might have been swimming in a confounded thousand-feet deep cistern with no place for scrambling out anywhere; but what I didn"t like was the notion of swimming round and round like a crazed bullock before I gave out; and as I didn"t mean to go back . . . No. Do you see me being hauled back, stark naked, off one of these little islands by the scruff of the neck and fighting like a wild beast? Somebody would have got killed for certain, and I did not want any of that. So I went on. Then your ladder-"
"Why didn"t you hail the ship?" I asked, a little louder.
He touched my shoulder lightly. Lazy footsteps came right over our heads and stopped. The second mate had crossed from the other side of the p.o.o.p and might have been hanging over the rail, for all we knew.
"He couldn"t hear us talking-could he?" My double breathed into my very ear, anxiously.
His anxiety was an answer, a sufficient answer, to the question I had put to him. An answer containing all the difficulty of that situation. I closed the port-hole quietly, to make sure. A louder word might have been overheard.
"Who"s that?" he whispered then.
"My second mate. But I don"t know much more of the fellow than you do."
And I told him a little about myself. I had been appointed to take charge while I least expected anything of the sort, not quite a fortnight ago. I didn"t know either the ship or the people. Hadn"t had the time in port to look about me or size anybody up. And as to the crew, all they knew was that I was appointed to take the ship home. For the rest, I was almost as much of a stranger on board as himself, I said. And at the moment I felt it most acutely. I felt that it would take very little to make me a suspect person in the eyes of the ship"s company.
He had turned about meantime; and we, the two strangers in the ship, faced each other in identical att.i.tudes.
"Your ladder-" he murmured, after a silence. "Who"d have thought of finding a ladder hanging over at night in a ship anch.o.r.ed out here! I felt just then a very unpleasant faintness. After the life I"ve been leading for nine weeks, anybody would have got out of condition. I wasn"t capable of swimming round as far as your rudder-chains. And, lo and behold! there was a ladder to get hold of. After I gripped it I said to myself, "What"s the good?" When I saw a man"s head looking over I thought I would swim away presently and leave him shouting-in whatever language it was. I didn"t mind being looked at. I-I liked it. And then you speaking to me so quietly-as if you had expected me-made me hold on a little longer. It had been a confounded lonely time-I don"t mean while swimming. I was glad to talk a little to somebody that didn"t belong to the _Sephora_. As to asking for the captain, that was a mere impulse.
It could have been no use, with all the ship knowing about me and the other people pretty certain to be round here in the morning. I don"t know-I wanted to be seen, to talk with somebody, before I went on. I don"t know what I would have said. . . . "Fine night, isn"t it?" or something of the sort."
"Do you think they will be round here presently?" I asked with some incredulity.
"Quite likely," he said, faintly.
He looked extremely haggard all of a sudden. His head rolled on his shoulders.
"H"m. We shall see then. Meantime get into that bed," I whispered.
"Want help? There."
It was a rather high bed-place with a set of drawers underneath. This amazing swimmer really needed the lift I gave him by seizing his leg. He tumbled in, rolled over on his back, and flung one arm across his eyes.
And then, with his face nearly hidden, he must have looked exactly as I used to look in that bed. I gazed upon my other self for a while before drawing across carefully the two green serge curtains which ran on a bra.s.s rod. I thought for a moment of pinning them together for greater safety, but I sat down on the couch, and once there I felt unwilling to rise and hunt for a pin. I would do it in a moment. I was extremely tired, in a peculiarly intimate way, by the strain of stealthiness, by the effort of whispering and the general secrecy of this excitement. It was three o"clock by now and I had been on my feet since nine, but I was not sleepy; I could not have gone to sleep. I sat there, f.a.gged out, looking at the curtains, trying to clear my mind of the confused sensation of being in two places at once, and greatly bothered by an exasperating knocking in my head. It was a relief to discover suddenly that it was not in my head at all, but on the outside of the door.
Before I could collect myself the words "Come in" were out of my mouth, and the steward entered with a tray, bringing in my morning coffee. I had slept, after all, and I was so frightened that I shouted, "This way!
I am here, steward," as though he had been miles away. He put down the tray on the table next the couch and only then said, very quietly, "I can see you are here, sir." I felt him give me a keen look, but I dared not meet his eyes just then. He must have wondered why I had drawn the curtains of my bed before going to sleep on the couch. He went out, hooking the door open as usual.
I heard the crew washing decks above me. I knew I would have been told at once if there had been any wind. Calm, I thought, and I was doubly vexed. Indeed, I felt dual more than ever. The steward reappeared suddenly in the doorway. I jumped up from the couch so quickly that he gave a start.
"What do you want here?"