"Don"t be a fool, Jack!" he said. "It"s six or seven feet. If you don"t capsize her, you"ll go through the bottom."
"Think I can"t jump six feet?" the lad exclaimed, and Wyndham imagined he had drunk some wine at the committee supper. "Anyhow, I"ll try."
He shook off Marston"s hand and leaped. His dark figure vanished and there was a splash below. Marston and the others climbed down the steps, but Wyndham jumped. He went under water and knew the risk he ran when he came up; he had known when he made the plunge. The tide swept him past the boats and broke angrily among the ironwork. One might get entangled and pulled down, and if a punt came to help, she would probably capsize when the current drove her against a brace.
For a moment or two he drifted, and then saw something dark wash about in a wedge of foam. It was Chisholm, clinging to an iron and trying to keep his head above water.
"Let go! I"ll pick you up on the other side," shouted Wyndham, and the current swept them under a beam.
Then he grasped the lad"s shoulder and steered him between two pillars.
The splash of oars indicated that a boat was pulling round the pier.
Wyndham"s arm struck a cross-bar and next moment something caught his leg, but he went clear and, dragging Chisholm with him, drifted into the moonlight. He felt safe now; all they need do was to wait until the boat arrived. They were a hundred yards from the pier when she came up and Marston leaned over the bow.
"Let me have him," he said. "Back her and sit steady, Tom."
Wyndham knew he could trust Bob and let Chisholm go. Marston dragged him on board and then balanced the boat while Wyndham lifted himself over the stern. Chisholm did not seem much the worse, for he began to squeeze the water from his clothes and laughed.
"Trouble was, the punt I jumped for wasn"t there," he said. "Imagine I owe you something, Wyndham. The other fellows couldn"t have got me while I stuck to the brace, and if I"d let go, I"d have gone under the irons."
"That"s all right!" Wyndham remarked. "You"ll look before you jump another time."
They put Chisholm on board a steam yacht and when they reached _Red Rose_ Marston said, "It was lucky for Jack you were about. We couldn"t have got in between the braces with the punt."
"It was a stroke of luck for both of us," Wyndham replied with a laugh.
CHAPTER III
CHISHOLM"S PERSUASION
Commodore Chisholm sat in his smoking-room and knitted his brows while Wyndham talked. The room was small and plainly furnished and the books on the shelves were all about the sea; narratives of old explorers"
voyages, works on naval tactics, and yacht registers. Wyndham spoke fast and with marked eagerness, and when he was moved he had a strange power of persuasion, but now and then Chisholm frowned. Although he knew he must give way, he hesitated. There was something romantic and, so to speak, exotic, about Wyndham, and Chisholm liked sober English calm.
For all that, he loved his daughter, whom he had long indulged, and knew her mind. He had only two children, Jack and Flora, and his wife was dead. Chisholm had loved her well and married rather late. It was for her sake and because his pay was small he left the navy and took a post in the service of a public navigation board. Although he held his navy rank he was generally given his yachting t.i.tle, the "Commodore." He was scrupulously just, frank, and rather slow; a man at whom his friends sometimes smiled but always trusted. Now he frankly wished his daughter had chosen another lover. It was not that he disliked the fellow; he knew his family history and what business men thought about Wyndham Brothers. Still, it looked as if Flora was satisfied.
"You ask me rather a hard thing," he remarked when Wyndham stopped.
"However, if Flora agrees, I suppose I cannot refuse. It"s obvious I owe you much."
"You mean my pulling Jack out of the water? I don"t want to urge this.
It was really nothing, and the lad swims well."
"There is some risk in trying to swim through a net of iron rods when a four-knot current runs through the holes; as I expect you knew when you plunged. Besides, it"s plain Jack was excited and a little off his balance. The others went for a punt; you saw the real danger and steered him through."
Wyndham imagined Chisholm was struggling with his prejudices and trying to be just. He had a generous vein and the Commodore"s honesty moved him.
"My strongest argument is that I love Flora," he declared.
"It counts for much," said Chisholm, who felt his sincerity. "Still, there are other matters one must talk about."
"That is so, sir," Wyndham agreed. "Well, I know I"m asking much and I"m handicapped. I"m poor; when I took the family business I took a load of debt and some distrust. We"re not a conventional lot; we have long been reckless and adventurous."
He stopped for a moment, and then, while Chisholm approved his frankness, went on: "All the same, I"m young; the house"s fortunes can be mended and its credit made good, and I have an object for putting my heart into the job. It will be something of a struggle, sir, but I"ve got a fighting chance, and with Flora"s help I feel I"m going to win."
"How do you propose to mend the house"s fortunes?" Chisholm asked.
"For a start, I"ve planned to visit our factories abroad, study our trade on the spot, and turn out incompetent agents. I"ll begin in West Africa and then cross to the Caribbean. I expect to use our trading schooner."
Chisholm looked up, rather quickly, and Wyndham saw his interest was roused. When one talked about boats the Commodore was keen, and Wyndham"s voyage was, so to speak, safe ground.
"It"s a long run," Chisholm remarked.
"The slavers" road, sir," said Wyndham, who meant to lead him on. "A slow beat against the Guinea current until one clears the windward ports and works up to the Pambier; and then a fast reach across open water in the North-East Trades. The early adventurers used smaller boats than mine."
"They pushed off from the Azores and Canaries, north of your track, and carried the North-Easter farther across. If you get to leeward, you"ll strike the equatorial calms. But what about your boat?"
"She"s an old ninety-ton yacht, the _Columbine_, and was rather famous once."
"_Columbine_?" said Chisholm, who took down a yacht register. "Here she is! Good builders, men who stuck to oak and teak. But she"s thirty years old."
Wyndham smiled. The Commodore was getting keen; he was as enthusiastic as a boy when he talked about the sea.
"I understand she"s pretty sound and I must use the tools I"ve got. Her draught is light. We can cross river bars and get into shallow lagoons.
Our factories stand by the mangrove creeks the slavers haunted.
Wyndhams" were slavers long since."
"An old house!" said Chisholm. "Your folks were pioneers. There"s something in a long record; habits and characteristics go with the blood of an old stock."
"Sometimes that has drawbacks, sir," Wyndham remarked.
Chisholm did not follow him and Wyndham saw he was musing about the romance of the sea.
"But what about your crew?" the Commodore asked.
"I expect to keep the Liberian Krooboys now on board. A half-tamed, reckless lot, but every Krooboy"s a sailor."
"I know; fine stuff, but needs management," Chisholm agreed. "I was on patrol along the Guinea coast--a long time since. Blazing sun, roaring bars, steaming mangrove swamps, and sickness. For all that, there"s a fascination you get nowhere else, unless it"s on the Caribbean and coast of Brazil. The world"s alike on the lines of lat.i.tude and man"s morals follow the parallels." He paused with a dreamy look and then resumed: "I"m getting old and have my duty; but if I could, I"d go with you."
For a time they talked about the voyage, and then, with a half-embarra.s.sed smile, Chisholm pulled himself up. "I"m forgetting.
There are things I ought to ask----"
Wyndham told him how much money he had, and when Chisholm looked thoughtful, went on: "I don"t expect your consent to our marrying yet.
It"s not long since I took control of the business and much depends on the arrangements I hope to make at our factories. Things will look better when I come back."
"It"s possible. But you do not know."
"I really do know, sir," Wyndham declared. "You can make my ability to put things straight a stipulation, if you like. I"m willing to be tested. I feel I can"t fail."