Roger Willoughby Part 6

"If I can, I intend to avoid fighting," he said; "but if we are attacked, I know I can rely on you two, as I have seen what stuff you are made of. You will do your best to keep the crew at their guns; and should anything happen to me, you will fight the s.h.i.+p as long as there is a shot in the locker or a charge of powder remains. I wish I had more confidence in my mates; but I am afraid that they have not the hearts of chickens, though they are good seamen, for I have been trying to make them understand that it is safer to fight than to yield, for if we give in, one and all of us will be knocked on the head or carried into slavery, so that it will be far better to let the s.h.i.+p sink under us than to strike our colours."

Stephen and Roger fully agreed with the Captain, and promised to do their best to keep their men at the guns. At length the sun went down, his last rays s.h.i.+ning on the lofty canvas of the stranger, now about two miles astern; still the _Dolphin_ might keep ahead. Darkness came on, but with the darkness the chance of escaping increased. At length the dim outline of their pursuer alone could be seen against the sky. Those on board the _Dolphin_ well knew that while she was visible to them, they must also be seen by her, and that it would be useless to attempt altering their course. They therefore kept on as before. The Captain kept his eye upon her, hoping that some change of the atmosphere might occur to hide her from sight, but that dark phantom-like form grew more and more distinct.

"My lads," cried the Captain, "before another half-hour has pa.s.sed she will be up with us. Have your matches ready, and fire as soon as I give the word; do not wait for further orders, but load as fast as you can, and blaze away at her hull. The Moors, if I mistake not, will soon have had enough of it; they are not fond of attacking vessels when they meet with opposition."

Roger felt his heart beat quick when shortly after this he saw the s.h.i.+p's white-spread sails, towering towards the sky, come ranging up on their quarter.

"Down with the helm," cried the Captain. "Now, lads, fire!" The _Dolphin_ sent a raking broadside aboard the Algerine, and the helm being immediately put up again, she stood on her former course. Shrieks and cries and groans came from the deck of the enemy, followed immediately by a broadside intended to rake the _Dolphin_. Though several shot came on board, no one was hurt. Captain Roberts knew, however, that he could not expect to execute the same manoeuvre with the like success. In a short time the Algerine was close abreast of her.

All the _Dolphin's_ guns had been run over to the same side, and were now fired as rapidly as the crew could load and run them out. The enemy, however, were not idle, and their shot came cras.h.i.+ng aboard; first one man was shot down, then another, still the British crew cheered, and kept blazing away. This sort of work had been going on for some time, when the Captain shouted, "Look out, lads! Boarders; repel boarders!" And the Algerine was seen ranging up so as to fall alongside, her rigging crowded with figures, arms and weapons waving, showing their eagerness for the fight. In another minute there came a loud crash, and a number of her crew, led by their captain. Most of them were cut down, others driven overboard, or back into their s.h.i.+p, the grappling-irons were cast loose, while the _Dolphin_ rushed forward on her former course. Still her after-guns were plied vigorously, though the enemy, again ranging up abreast, fired her broadsides in return. As far as Roger could perceive, the mates behaved well, a.s.sisting the men to work the guns. The Captain continued to cheer them on, and presently Roger, who was standing not far off, blazing away with his musket, saw him stagger, hurried to his a.s.sistance barely in time to save him before he fell on the deck.

"Are you hurt, sir?" he asked.

"I am afraid somewhat badly. Do not let the men know it. Help me to the bulwarks, where I can hold on."

He called Stephen, who was also loading and firing as fast as he could, to come and help him. The Captain continued, wounded as he was, to cheer on the men. Several more broadsides were exchanged, the bullets all the time flying about like hail, when the pirate's bows were seen to be turning from them. Presently she hauled her wind, and stood away to the southward. The British crew on this raised a hearty cheer as they sent a few last shot flying after her. Scarcely had the shout died away than the brave Captain sank down on the deck.

"We must carry him below and see to his wounds," said Stephen, and Roger called Sam Stokes and another man to their a.s.sistance.

"Tell the mate to stand on till he loses sight of the pirate, and then haul to the northward," whispered the Captain in a faint voice. He could say no more. As soon as he was placed in his berth, Stephen and Roger did their best to doctor him, but they were unaccustomed to surgical operations.

"Let me see what I can do," said Sam. "I have had half-a-dozen bullets in my body during my time, and seen hundreds of men wounded, so I ought to have a little notion." So he set to work in a methodical way to discover what had become of the bullet which had entered the Captain's side. He managed to find it, and, what was of great consequence, the cloth which had been carried in at the same time, and got them out, then stopped the blood and bound up the wound.

"Cannot say how he will do, but I have done my best, and can do no more," observed old Sam as he left the cabin to look after some of his wounded messmates.

Three men had been killed and five wounded out of the crew, which greatly reduced their strength. The first mate, who now took command, hauled up to the northward, as the Captain had directed him. As the _Dolphin_ had been running for so many hours out of her course, she was considerably to the southward of the Straits, though the mate a.s.serted that they would be able to fetch the entrance of the Straits if the wind held the following day. Nothing more was seen of the Algerine during the night, and hopes were entertained that she would not again attempt to molest them. The Captain, notwithstanding that the bullet had been extracted, continued in a very weak state, and almost unconscious.

Stephen and Roger, not trusting to the mate's navigation, got out the chart, marked down the course they had run to the best of their knowledge, and the next morning took an observation, which placed the _Dolphin_ considerably to the southward. Whereon the mate a.s.serted that she was much nearer the coast, in fact she had been sailing almost parallel with it for a considerable distance, and soon after noon he put the s.h.i.+p about and steered due east.

"I think, sir, that to sight the rock of Gibraltar we should be steering north-east," observed Stephen, pointing to the chart.

"Ho, ho, young man, you fancy that you understand navigation better than I do," said the mate. "Just keep your remarks to yourself till I request you to make them."

Stephen could say no more, but he and Roger agreed, when the first mate went below, they would try to get the second to alter the s.h.i.+p's course.

The first mate seemed to suspect their intentions, for he remained on deck, and when the wind drew more from the east which it did shortly after noon, kept the s.h.i.+p away to the south-east.

"The fellow will be running us on sh.o.r.e, or we shall be falling in with some Sallee rovers, for we cannot be far off their coast by this time,"

said Stephen. "I think we had better have a talk with Sam Stokes, and hear his opinion."

Sam, although no navigator, was perfectly inclined to agree with them.

"If the Captain was himself, we might get orders to put you under arrest, for it might be a serious affair if we did so and fell in with a man-of-war; we should be accused of mutiny and intending to turn pirates," observed Sam.

Roger, however, was strongly of opinion that they ought to make the mate again tack to the northward. They again spoke to him on the subject, and warned him of the danger he was running. He laughed scornfully, and again told them to mind their own business, a.s.serting that they had nothing whatever to do with the navigation of the s.h.i.+p. On this they applied to the second mate and boatswain, and did their best to alarm them. They were still speaking on the subject, and had some hope of success, when the first mate came up and inquired what they were talking about.

"This is mutiny, downright mutiny!" he exclaimed, and without more ado he ordered the second mate and boatswain to lash their arms behind them and carry them into the cabin.

"I do not wish to be hard with you, but I will not have my authority disputed, and you youngsters will remain there till I can prove to you that I am right and you are wrong."

Though they protested loudly at this treatment, the mate would not listen to them; they had therefore to submit. In the evening Jumbo brought supper to them, but he said that he was ordered not to hold any conversation, but to come away again as soon as he had placed the supper before them.

"But how is the s.h.i.+p going; what course is she steering?" asked Stephen.

"Bery well as far as me make out," answered Jumbo. "Sometimes steer east-south-east, sometimes south-east."

"Well, tell the men that that course will carry us on sh.o.r.e before daylight to-morrow morning," said Stephen.

"Me tink dey break dis n.i.g.g.e.r's head if he stop talking," said Jumbo, hurrying away in a great fright.

As their arms had been released, as soon as they had had their supper, being pretty well tired with the exertions which they had made the previous night, they lay down, and in spite of the danger they considered the s.h.i.+p was in.

After some time Roger woke, and going to the door of the cabin, found to his surprise that Jumbo had not locked it. Anxious to know how the s.h.i.+p was steering, he went up on deck, hoping not to be perceived by either of the mates. Getting a glimpse at the compa.s.s, he found that the s.h.i.+p was still steering south-east, and that the wind had become very light; the boatswain had charge of the deck. He knew by examining the sailing directions that strong currents set in towards the coast thereabouts, and should the wind s.h.i.+ft to the westward, he even fancied, as he looked over the bulwarks, that he could see the distant land. He accordingly went back to Stephen, and rousing him up, asked him to come on deck.

Stephen immediately hurried up with him.

"If the wind s.h.i.+fts to the westward, it will not be long before we are on the sh.o.r.e," said Stephen boldly to the boatswain.

"Who told you?" asked the boatswain in a somewhat anxious tone.

"My own sense," answered Stephen.

Scarcely had he spoken than the wind, which had dropped almost to a calm, s.h.i.+fted suddenly to the westward, and began to blow with considerable force.

"All hands shorten sail," shouted the boatswain, and the crew came tumbling up from below. The mates turned out of their berths, and the first mate looked with much astonishment at the state of affairs. The mate now saw that the s.h.i.+p's head must be put to the northward, and under diminished canvas he endeavoured to haul off sh.o.r.e. The wind blew harder and harder. Not half-an-hour had elapsed when a loud grating sound was heard.

"Down with the helm!" shouted the mate. It was too late; the s.h.i.+p would not come about, but drove on till she stuck hard and fast with her broadside to the sea. Stephen and Roger hurried into the cabin to secure some important papers, also to see what could be done for the poor Captain, should the s.h.i.+p go to pieces. They had fancied him unconscious, but he had been aroused by the sound of the s.h.i.+p striking, the meaning of which he knew too well.

"Battis...o...b..," he said, "help me on deck. I know what has happened, and that mate of mine has been the cause of it. I must see what can be done."

Though he was very weak they did as he directed them. His appearance tended to restore order.

"Men," he said, in as loud a voice as he could speak, "your lives depend upon obeying my directions. Battis...o...b.., you and Willoughby lower a boat, and carry a line ash.o.r.e with you. Take Stokes and Jumbo with you.

The rest of us must remain and try to get the s.h.i.+p afloat."

They did as he told them. The boat being lowered, they carried a long rope so as to form a communication with the sh.o.r.e, that should the worst come, those who remained on board might have a chance of gaining it.

They had got within fifty fathoms, when a roller came in and capsized the boat, and sent them all struggling into the water. Stephen, who was a good swimmer, struck out, calling to Roger and the rest to follow him, and in a few seconds his feet touched the sand. He scrambled out, but on looking round, what was his horror not to discover Roger! He saw Sam Stokes and Jumbo strike out for the land. He gazed for a moment towards where the boat had been capsized, when he saw a head and arms rise amid the surf. Darting forward, he breasted the waves, and soon caught hold of the person he had seen. It was Roger, who, on being hauled on sh.o.r.e, quickly came to himself. Together they managed to rescue the seamen, but the boat was knocked to pieces, and the end of the rope lost. They could now neither return nor help those on board to reach the sh.o.r.e.

The wind was increasing, clouds covered the sky, and they lost sight of the vessel in the thick spray and darkness. Roger proposed lighting a fire as a signal to those on board, but no driftwood could be discovered, and the fierce gale would soon have scattered the ashes had they made the attempt. They shouted at the top of their voices.

"It is no use in exhausting your strength," observed old Sam. "In the teeth of this hurricane our voices cannot travel half the distance to the wreck."

Finding at length that they could do nothing on the beach, they sought for shelter under the lee of a sandhill, where, being exhausted by their exertions, they soon fell asleep.

CHAPTER FOUR.

When they awoke the next morning and looked out, not a vestige of the vessel could they see, but the beach was strewn with the wreck, while here and there lay the dead bodies of their s.h.i.+pmates.

"Sad fate, poor fellows!" said Stephen. "We should be thankful to Heaven for being preserved, to Captain Roberts for sending us on sh.o.r.e; but, alack, what will become of the cargo? It will be a heavy loss to Kempson and Company, and we might try to collect whatever is driven on sh.o.r.e."

"I am afraid if we did that the natives would soon come down and deprive us of our property. If we can find some food among the things cast on sh.o.r.e it will be more to the purpose."