"That"s good, Barry. I suppose she"s rotting though, still rotting."
"Ay, ay, sir, she is; an" some of the timbers you can stick your finger into."
"But she"s sound at the heart, Captain Barry," broke in Emily, cheerily.
"Sound at the heart, Miss Emily, and always will be, I trust."
"Ay, la.s.sie," said the old admiral, "we be all sound at the heart, we three; but when the dry rot gets into the timber, sooner or later the heart is bound to go. Now, to-night, see yonder, the storm is approaching. How the wind will rack the old timbers! I lie awake o"
nights and hear it howling around the corners of the house and wait for the sound of the crashing of the old ship. I"ve heard the singing of the breeze through the top-hamper many a time, and have gone to sleep under it when a boy; but the wind here, blowing through the trees and about the ship, gets into my very vitals. Some of it will go to-night, and I shall be nearer the snug harbor aloft in the morning."
"Oh, don"t say that, grandfather! Sound at the heart, the old ship will brave many a tempest, and you will, as well."
"Ay, girl, but not many like yonder brewing storm. Old things are for still days, not for tempests. What think ye of the prospect, Barry?"
"It"s got an ugly look, your honor, in the nor"west. There"s wind a plenty in them black clouds. I wish we"d a good frigate under us and plenty o" sea room. I lies on the old ship sometimes an" feels her shiver in the gale as if she was ashamed to be on sh.o.r.e. That"ll be a hard blow, sir."
"Ay," said the admiral, "I remember it was just such a night as this once when I commanded the _Columbus_. She was a ship-of-the-line, Emily, pierced for one hundred guns, and when we came into the Mediterranean Admiral Dacres told me that he had never seen such a splendid ship. I was uneasy and could not sleep,--good captains sleep lightly, child,--so I came on deck about two bells in the mid-watch.
Young Farragut, G.o.d bless him! was officer of the watch. The night was calm and quiet but very dark. It was black as pitch off to starboard.
There was not a star to be seen. "Mr. Farragut," I said, "you"d better get the canvas off the ship." Just then a little puff struck me in the cheek, and there was a sort of a deep sigh in the still night. Barry, your father, old John, was at the wheel, and a better hand at steering a ship I never saw. "Call all hands, sir," I said, sharply, "we"ve no time to spare," and by gad,--excuse me, Emily,--we"d no more than settled away the halliards when the squall struck us. If it hadn"t been for the quick handling and ready seamanship of that youngster, and I saw that he was master of the thing and let him have his own way, we"d have gone down with all standing. As it was----"
The speech of the old man was interrupted by a vivid flash of lightning, followed by a distant clap of thunder. In another moment the black water of the lake was churned into foam, and the wind swept upon them with the violence of a hurricane. As soon as the storm burst forth, Barry sprang upon the porch to a.s.sist the old admiral into the house.
"No," he said; "I"m feeling rather well this evening. Let me face the storm awhile. Fetch me my heavy cloak. That"s well. Now pull the chair forward where I can get it full and strong. How good it feels! "Tis like old times, man. Ah, if there were only a touch of salt in the gale!"
Closely wrapped in a heavy old-fashioned boat cloak which Barry brought him, he sat down near the railing of the porch, threw up his old head, and drank in the fresh gale with long breaths which brought with them pleasant recollections. The sailor stood on one side of the veteran, Emily on the other; youth and strength, man and woman, at the service of feeble age.
"See the ship!" muttered the old man; "how she sways, yet she rides it out! Up with the helm!" he cried, suddenly, as if she were in a seaway with the canvas on her. "Force your head around to it, ye old witch!
Drive into it! You"re good for many a storm yet. Bless me," he added, presently, "I forgot; yet "tis still staunch. Ha, ha! Sound at the heart, and will weather many a tempest yet!"
"Oh, grandfather, what"s that?" cried the girl; "look yonder!"
She left the side of the admiral, sprang to the edge of the porch, and pointed far out over the lake. A little sloop, its mainsail close reefed, was beating in toward the harbor. The twilight had so far faded in the storm that at the distance from them the boat then was they could scarcely distinguish more than a slight blur of white upon the water. But, flying toward them before the storm, she was fast rising into view.
"Where is it, child?" asked the old man, looking out into the growing darkness.
"There! Let your eye range across the ship; there, beyond the Point.
She"s running straight upon the sunken rocks."
"I sees it, Miss Emily," cried Barry, shading his eyes with his hand; ""tis a yacht, the mains"l"s close reefed. She looks like a toy.
There"s a man in it. He"s on the port tack, thinkin" to make the harbor without goin" about."
"He"ll never do it," cried the girl, her voice shrill with apprehension. "He can"t see the sunken ledge running out from the Point. He"s a stranger to these waters, evidently."
"I see him, too," said the admiral. "G.o.d, what a storm! How he handles that boat! The man"s a sailor, every inch of him!"
The cutter was nearer now, so near that the man could easily be seen.
She was coming in with racing speed in spite of her small spread of canvas. The lake was roaring all about her and the wind threatened to rip the mast out of the little boat, but the man held her up to it with consummate skill, evidently expecting to gain an entrance to the harbor, where safety lay, on his present tack. This he could easily have done had it not been for a long, dangerous ledge of sunken rocks which extended out beyond Ship House Point. Being under water, it gave little sign of its presence to a mariner until one was right upon it.
In his excitement the admiral scrambled to his feet, stepped to the rail of the porch, and stood leaning over it. Presently he hollowed his hand and shouted with a voice of astonishing power for so old a man:
"Down with your helm, boy! Hard down!"
But the stranger, of course, could not hear him, and the veteran stood looking with a grave frown upon his face as that human life, down on the waters beneath him, struggled for existence. It was not the first time he had watched life trembling in the balance--no; nor seen it go in the end. Emily"s voice broke in murmurs of prayer, while Barry stared like the admiral.
Presently the man in the boat glanced up and caught sight of the party. He was very near now and coming on gallantly. He waved his hand, and was astonished to see them frantically gesture back at him.
A warning! What could their movements mean?
He peered ahead into the growing darkness; the way seemed to be clear, yet something was evidently wrong. What could it be? Ah! He could not weather the Point. With a seaman"s quick decision, he jammed the helm over.
"Oh, grandfather!" screamed Emily in the old man"s ear; "can"t something be done?"
"Nothing, child; nothing! He can"t hear, he can"t see, he does not know."
"It"s awful to see him rush smilingly down to certain death!"
exclaimed the girl, wringing her hands. "Captain Barry, can"t you do something?"
"There goes his helm," said the admiral; "he realizes it at last.
About he goes! Too late! too late!"
"Oh, Captain Barry, you must do something!" cried Emily.
"There"s nothin" to do, Miss Emily."
"Yes, there is. We"ll get the boat," she answered, springing from the steps as she spoke and running down the hill like a young fawn. The sailor instantly followed her, and in a moment they disappeared under the lee of the ship.
CHAPTER V
THE RESCUE
As the practised eye of the admiral had seen, the tiny yacht was too near the rocks to go about and escape them. She was caught in the trough of the sea before she had gathered way on the other tack, and flung upon the sunken ledge, broadside on. The mast snapped like a pipe-stem. After a few violent shocks she was hurled over on her beam ends, lodged securely on the rocks, and began to break up under the beating of the angry sea. A few moments and she would be beaten to pieces. The man was still there, however, the water breaking over him.
He seemed to have been hurt, but clung tenaciously to the wreck of the boat until he recovered himself a little, and then rose slowly and stood gazing upon the tossing waters, seething and whirling about the wreck of his boat.
There was, during high winds, a dangerous whirlpool right in front of the reefs and extending between them and the smooth waters of the harbor. The water was beating over the rocks and fairly boiling before him. A man could not swim through it; could, indeed, scarcely enter it and live--even a boat would find it difficult, if not impossible.
Things looked black to the shipwrecked man. He stood in hopeless hesitation, doom reaching for him on either hand. He could neither go nor stay with safety. Yet he apparently made up his mind at last to go and die, if need be, struggling.
"Don"t try the whirlpool, boy," said the admiral softly to himself, as he looked down upon the scene. "You could never make it in this sea.
Say a prayer, lad; "tis all that is left you. By heaven! A n.o.ble girl, my own child! And a brave oar, too! Steady, Barry, steady! Don"t come too near! Your skiff can"t live in such a sea. Merciful G.o.d! can they do it?" continued the veteran, as the light skiff shot out from the lee of the Point and, with Barry at the oars and Emily at the helm, cautiously made its way toward the whirlpool.
The instant they got out from the lee of the Point the full force of the storm struck them, although they were still within the shelter of the harbor. But they struggled through it, for a stronger pair of arms never pulled oars and more skilful hands than those on that little skiff never guided a boat. Barry"s strokes were as steady and powerful as if he had been a steam propeller, and not even the admiral himself could have steered the boat with greater dexterity than did the girl.
The man on the wrecked cutter saw them when the admiral did. Evidently he was a sailor, too, for he knew exactly what they intended to do.
The two on the boat brought the skiff as near the rocks where the wreck of the cutter lay as they dared,--they were almost in the whirlpool, in fact,--and then Emily, gathering the yoke-lines in her left hand, with the other signalled him to jump. Nodding his head, he leaped far out over the whirling waves toward the boat. It was his only chance.
"A gallant lad, a brave boy!" exclaimed the admiral, as he saw the man spring from the wreck. "I believe they"ll save him yet. No, by heavens! he"s struck on one of the reefs! Is he gone? He rises! He"s in the whirlpool! He strikes out feebly; the waves go over his head!
No, he rises again! They have him! Well done, Emily; well pulled, Barry!"