"That"s about all you"ll manage," said the quartermaster. "You"d better get along with them."
"That will keep them from slipping when she rolls," he said to himself.
"And now to get them across. They"re heavy. Ah, I have it; a piece of rope will settle the matter."
He dived into the locker again, and finding a long cord, he at once pa.s.sed it through the last link of the cables. Then he ran across to the edge of the p.o.o.p, and having dragged them after him, he prepared to cross again to the alleyway.
"It"s got to be done," Hal muttered. "Here goes!"
He dropped to the waist, and at once commenced to run across. Crash! A monstrous wave b.u.mped on board, and catching him midway across the deck, washed him dangerously near the side; but a roll of the ship sent it in another direction, and gathering pace as the _Mohican_ suddenly shot her bows into the air, the ma.s.s of water carried Hal aft, and finally flung him down, breathless, at the entrance of the alleyway.
"By George, that was a near one!" said Masters, who was standing near.
"You"re always in the wars. First you get smashed up by the shaft, and now you nearly sail overboard. Look here, if I hadn"t gripped hold of your collar that time, you"d be a hundred yards astern by this. Hallo!
What"s this?"
"That? Oh, that"s the rope I made fast to the cables," exclaimed Hal, struggling to his feet, to find that he still retained the length of cord in his hand.
"Tell you what, Marchant," said Masters, "for a greaser, and a green "un aboard a ship, you walk right off with the prize! It takes no small allowance of grit ter do that rope trick. Come along, now; the "chief"
is waiting for the cables."
He shook Hal"s hand heartily, then helped him to haul the cables to the engine-room.
"Good boys!" said the chief engineer, coming towards them. "Where did you get a hold of them?"
"He did it," answered Masters, pointing to Hal. "I can tell you, sir, that he has grit. He just clung to the rope after going across to the p.o.o.p, and when I saw him he was within an inch of being over the side.
He got caught by a sea, and got badly flung about. But still he hung on to the rope, and that"s how it is that you see the cables here so soon."
"So; aer that so?" said the "chief." "Reckon you"re a good "un, young Marchant. I don"t forget as it wur you as turned the steam off the old girl. Ef it wasn"t fer that we"d all be down below by this. Wall, this aint the time fer ga.s.sing, but "Old Yank" won"t let it slip, and when the time comes round we"ll let the right folks know. Now, you had better skip, and fetch a second heap. We shall want them, and more. Look extry slippy, boys, while we get these bits fixed."
Hal and Masters sprang to the ladder again, and prepared to cross the waist in search of more cables. There was little time to lose, for as they stood in the engine-room both had noticed a big crack in the ma.s.sive pillar that supported the cylinders. The end of the propeller shaft had evidently struck it a tremendous blow, and had fractured it.
"It looks very nasty," said Masters, as they climbed to the alleyway; "and ef the old girl rolls like she did when the shaft went, why, it"ll be a case of all up. We"d better hurry up."
They stood at the opening of the alleyway for a few moments then raced across the deck. This time Hal was more fortunate, for he, as well as his companion, escaped injury. They reached the p.o.o.p in safety, and were soon hauling out more cable. A rope was run through the end links as before, and they started to return.
"Now"s the time, and mind you run for it," exclaimed Masters, lowering himself to the waist.
Darting across as rapidly as he could, Hal had gained the shelter he aimed at before Masters was halfway there, and he turned just in time to see his companion caught by a mighty wave which came aboard at that moment. It hoisted the poor fellow high in the air, tossing him from his feet. Then it swept him along and dashed him violently against the corner of the alleyway. Hal just managed to grasp his coat as the water receded, and dragged him into the shelter. But Masters was badly hurt, for there was a long red seam along the side of his head, and he was bleeding profusely.
Picking him up, Hal carried him to the cabin and laid him on one of the bunks.
"Now for the rope and the cables," he said.
Stepping into the alleyway, he was retracing his steps when the _Mohican_ rose high in the air, trembled violently as a sea struck her, and at once rolled heavily on to her beam ends.
"Good gracious! that will finish it!" exclaimed Hal. "Ah, what was that?"
A loud crash reached his ears, coming from the open door of the engine-room. He ran to the entrance and swarmed down the ladder.
Once more he was to see a sight that seldom meets the eye. The chief engineer had feared the effect of another roll, and though this one had lasted for only a few seconds, and the _Mohican_ was now back in a more or less upright position, yet the sudden movement, the weight of so much metal thrown violently to one side, had proved too great a strain upon the fractured pillar. It had given way, and had carried the cylinders with it, the whole was bringing up against one of the ma.s.sive ribs of the ship. One sharp angle, projecting beyond this support, had struck the steel plates and ripped them open.
A fountain of water spurted in as Hal reached the engine-room, swamping the place. Turning his eyes to other parts, he saw that the disaster was even greater than it at first seemed, for lying upon the floor were three greasers, while the "chief" was huddled at the foot of the broken pillar. At this moment Mr. Broom emerged from the stoke-hole.
"What a calamity!" he cried. "We are doomed. Nothing can save the _Mohican_. The next roll will shake those cylinders free, and then they will go through the side to the bottom, and we must follow. We are under-manned as it is, and now so many of our hands have been injured that we are helpless. What is to be done?"
He clung to the rail which surrounded the crank-pit, and looked despairingly at Hal.
"They are the same on deck," the latter answered. "The quartermaster told me that four of the hands had been swept overboard, while others had been seriously injured. But, wait. You want helpers, sir? Why not call upon the pa.s.sengers? There are about forty aboard."
"The very thing!" cried the third engineer. "The work we want done can be managed by anyone with courage and muscle. Cut off, Marchant, and see what you can do. I shall be surprised if the whole lot don"t volunteer to a man."
Hal at once darted up the ladder again, and, reaching the alleyway, turned to the right, and entered the big dining saloon. It was filled with ladies and gentlemen, the former reclining on the settees which ran round the side, while the latter were gathered in a group in the center discussing the probable fate of the ship. Hal at once walked up to them and dropped into a seat, for it was difficult to keep on one"s feet owing to the movement of the ship.
"What is it? Has something more terrible happened?" asked a tall gentleman, who occupied the center of the group. "I suppose we must prepare for the worst?"
"No; I think not," Hal answered. "Gentlemen, I am sorry to have to bring you bad news. The propeller shaft broke, and before steam could be cut off the main support of the engines was fractured, and now the ship is in the greatest danger; for the cylinders have crashed against the side, and have made a large rent in the plates. If the wreck is not secured and the hole made tight, we shall certainly founder. The last roll the ship made completed the break."
"Then it is bad news!" exclaimed one of the pa.s.sengers. "What will become of us all?"
"Wait; let us hear what this young fellow has to tell us," said the first speaker. "Perhaps he has something to propose."
"I have," Hal replied. "All our engine-room hands are injured, and we want help. Will any of the pa.s.sengers volunteer?"
"Yes, here is one," exclaimed the tall pa.s.senger. "Here is a strong arm and a ready will. Command me, and I will do all that I can."
"And I, and I," came from each of the others in quick succession.
"You see that all are ready," said the first speaker, whose name was Mr.
Brindle. "Now, what can we do?"
Hal thought for a moment before answering. Then he turned to the pa.s.sengers and said:
"It is likely to be a long job, and therefore I propose that you divide into two parties--the first to commence work at once, and the others to come down in two hours" time. The first party had better bring all the blankets and bedding they can. We shall want something with which to stop the rent."
He rose from his seat, and staggered out.
"Well," said Mr. Broom, as our hero swung himself on to the floor below, "what luck?"
"They have volunteered to a man."
"I thought they would," was the satisfied answer. "But how are we to employ them? Tell you what, Marchant, some of the pa.s.sengers will have to set to tr.i.m.m.i.n.g. We"ve been taking coal from the starboard bunker, and this side is full, so that it will all have to be put over to the other. Will you boss the gang? I"m the only officer left down here, and most of the greasers have been hurt. I"ll look to the engines, and will shear them up, if you"ll take the other job."
"I"ll do my best," said Hal. "Ah, here they come."
At that moment fifteen pa.s.sengers began to descend the long ladder, each carrying a roll of blankets under his arm.
"Hallo, what"s this?" the engineer exclaimed. "Bedding! What"s that for?"
"I thought you"d want something to plug the rent," said Hal. "Don"t you think it might do?"