The Ocean Waifs Part 50

CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN.

A CHEERING CUP.

They made no attempt to move from the spot upon which the sun saw them at setting.

As yet they had not restored the mast with its sail; and they had no motive for toiling at the oar. All the little way they might make by rowing was not worth the exertion of making it; and indeed it had now become a question whether there was any use in attempting to continue their westward course. There was not the slightest chance of reaching land before starvation could overtake them; and they might as well starve where they were. Death in that shape would not be more endurable in one place than another; and it would make no difference under what meridian they should depend the last few minutes of their lives.

Into such a state of mind had these circ.u.mstances now reduced them,--a stupor of despair rather than the calmness of resignation.

After some time had been pa.s.sed in this melancholy mood,--pa.s.sed under darkness and in sombre silence,--a slight circ.u.mstance partially aroused them. It was the voice of the sailor, proposing "supper!" One hearing him might have supposed that he too had taken leave of his senses. Not so, nor did his companions so judge him. They knew what he meant by the word, and that the a.s.sumed tone of cheerfulness in which he p.r.o.nounced it had been intended to cheer them. Ben's proposal was not without some significance; though to call it "supper" of which it was designed they should partake was making a somewhat figurative use of the phrase.

No matter; it meant something,--something to supply the place of a supper,--if not so substantial as they would have wished, at least something that would not only prolong their lives, but for a while lighten their oppressed spirits. It meant a cup of Canary.

They had not forgotten their possession of this. Had they done so, they might have yielded to even a deeper despair. A small quant.i.ty of the precious grape-juice was still within the cask, safe stowed in its old locker. They had hitherto abstained from touching it, with the view of keeping it to the last moment that it could be conveniently h.o.a.rded.

That moment seemed to Ben Brace to have arrived, when he proposed a cup of Canary for their supper.

Of course no objection was made to a proposition equally agreeable to all; and the stopper was taken from the cask.

The little measure of horn, which had been found floating among the _debris_ of the wrecked gig, was carefully inserted upon its string, drawn out filled with the sweet wine, and then pa.s.sed from lip to lip,-- the pretty lips of the Lilly Lalee being the first to come in contact with it.

The "dipping" was several times repeated; and then the stopper was restored to its place, and without any further ceremony, the "supper"

came to an end.

Whether from the invigorating effects of the wine, or whether from that natural reaction of spirits ever consequent on a "spell" of despondency, both the sailor and s...o...b..ll, after closing the cask, began to talk over plans for the future. Hope, however slight, had once more made entry into their souls.

The subject of their discourse was whether they should not forthwith re-step the mast and set the sail. The night was as dark as pitch, but that signified little. They could manipulate the "sticks," ropes, and canvas without light; and as to the las.h.i.+ngs that would be required, there could be no difficulty in making them good, if the night had been ten times darker than it was. This was a trope used by s...o...b..ll on the occasion, regardless of its physical absurdity.

One argument which the sailor urged in favour of action was, that by moving onward they could do no harm. They might as well be in motion as at rest, since, with the sail as their motive power, it would require no exertion on their part. Of course this reasoning was purely negative, and might not have gone far towards convincing the Coromantee,--whose fatalist tendencies at times strongly inclined him to inaction. But his comrade backed it by another argument, of a more positive kind, to which s...o...b..ll more readily a.s.sented.

"By keepin' on'ard," said Ben, "we'll be more like to come in sight o'

somethin',--if there be anythin' abroad. Besides, if we lay here like a log, we'll still be in danger o' them ruffians driftin' down on us. Ye know they be a win'ard, an' ha' got theer sail set,--that is, if they bean't gone back to the sparmacety, which I dar say they've done. In that case there moutn't be much fear o' 'em; but whether or no, it be best for us to make sure. I say let's set the sail."

"Berra well, Ma.s.sa Brace," rejoined the Coromantee, whose opposition had been only slight. "Dar am troof in wha you hab 'ledged. Ef you say set de sail, I say de same. Dar am a lubbly breeze bowlum. 'Pose we 'tick up de ma.s.s dis berry instam ob time?"

"All right!" rejoined the sailor. "Bear a hand, my hearties, and let's go at it! The sooner we spread the canvas the better."

No further words pa.s.sed, except some muttered phrases of direction or command proceeding from the captain of the _Catamaran_ while engaged with his crew in stepping the mast. This done, the yard was hauled "apeak," the "sheets" drawn "taut" and "belayed," and the wet canvas, spread out once more, became filled with the breeze, and carried the craft with a singing sound through the water.

CHAPTER NINETY EIGHT.

A PHANTOM s.h.i.+P OR A s.h.i.+P ON FIRE?

With the _Catamaran_ once more under sail, and going on her due course, her crew might have seemed restored to the situation held by them previous to their encountering the dead _cachalot_ Unfortunately for them, this was far from being the case.

A change for the worse had occurred in their circ.u.mstances. Then they were "victualled"--if not to full rations, at least with stores calculated to last them for some time. They were provided, moreover, with certain weapons and implements that might be the means of replenis.h.i.+ng their stores in the event of their falling short.

Now it was altogether different. The _Catamaran_ was as true and seaworthy as ever, her "rig" as of yore, and her sailing qualities not in the least impaired. But her "fitting out" was far inferior, especially in the "victualling department"; and this weighed heavily upon the minds of her crew.

Notwithstanding the depression of their spirits, which soon returned again, they could not resist an inclination for sleep. It is to be remembered that they had been deprived of this on the preceding night through the violence of the gale, and that they had got but very little on the night before that from being engaged in scorching their shark-meat.

Exhausted nature called loudly for repose; and so universally, that the complete crew yielded to the call, not even one of them remaining in charge of the helm.

It had been agreed upon that the craft should be left to choose its own track; or rather, that which the wind might select for it.

Guided by the breath of heaven, and by that alone, did the _Catamaran_ continue her course.

How much way she made thus left alone to herself is not written down in her "log." The time alone is recorded; and we are told that it was the hour of midnight before any individual of her crew awoke from that slumber, to which "all hands" had surrendered after setting her sail.

The first of them who awoke was little William. The sailor-lad was not a heavy sleeper at any time, and on this night in particular his slumbers had been especially _unsound_. There was trouble on his mind before going to sleep, an uneasiness of no ordinary kind. It was not any fear for his own fate. He was a true English tar in miniature, and could not have been greatly distressed with any apprehensions of a purely selfish nature. Those that hara.s.sed him were caused by his consideration for another,--for Lilly Lalee.

For days he had been observing a change in the appearance of the child.

He had noticed the gradual paling of her cheek, and rapid attenuation of her form,--the natural consequence of such a terrible exposure to one accustomed all her days to a delicate and luxurious mode of existence.

On that day in particular, after the fearful shock they had all sustained, the young Portuguese girl had appeared,--at least, in the eyes of little William,--more enfeebled than ever; and the boy-sailor had gone to sleep under a sad foreboding that she would be the first to succ.u.mb,--and that soon,--to the hards.h.i.+ps they were called upon to encounter.

Little William loved Lilly Lalee with such love as a lad may feel for one of his own age,--a love perhaps the sweetest in life, if not the most lasting.

Inspired by this juvenile pa.s.sion, and by the apprehensions he had for its object, the boy-sailor did not sleep very soundly.

Fortunate that it was so; else that brilliant flame that near the mid-hours of night glared athwart the deck of the _Catamaran_ might not have awakened him; and had it not done so, neither he nor his three companions might ever again have looked upon human face except their own, and that only to see one another expire in the agonies of death.

There was a flame far lighting up the sombre surface of the ocean that shone upon the sleepy Catamarans. Gleaming in the half-closed eye of the sailor-lad, it awoke him.

Starting up, he beheld an apparition, which caused him surprise, not unmingled with alarm. It was a s.h.i.+p beyond doubt,--or the semblance of one,--but such as the sailor-lad had never before seen.

She appeared to be on fire. Vast clouds of smoke were rising up from her decks, and rolling away over her stern, illuminated by columns of bright flame that jetted up forward of her foremast, almost to the height of her lower shrouds. No man unaccustomed to such a sight could have looked upon that s.h.i.+p without supposing that she was on fire.

Little William should have been able to judge of what he saw.

Unfortunately for himself, the spectacle of a s.h.i.+p on fire was not new to him. He had witnessed the burning of the bark which had borne him into the middle of the Atlantic, and left him where he now was, in a position of extremest peril.

But the memory of that conflagration did not a.s.sist him in determining the character of the spectacle now before his eyes. On the decks of the _Pandora_ he had seen men endeavouring to escape from the flames, in every att.i.tude of wild terror. On the s.h.i.+p now in sight he beheld the very reverse. He saw human beings standing in front of the column of fire, not only unconcerned at its proximity, but apparently feeding the flames!

It was a spectacle to startle the most experienced mariner, and call forth the keenest alarm,--a sight to suggest the double interrogatory,--"Is it a phantom s.h.i.+p, or a s.h.i.+p on fire?"

CHAPTER NINETY NINE.

A WHALER "TRYING-OUT."

In making the observations above detailed, the boy-sailor had been occupied scarce ten seconds of time,--only while his eye took in the singular spectacle thus abruptly brought before it. He did not stay to seek out of his own thoughts an answer to the question that suggested itself; but giving way to the terrified surprise which the apparition had caused him, he raised a shout which instantly awoke his companions.

Each of the three, on the instant of their awaking, gave utterance to a quick cry, but their shouts, although heard simultaneously, were significant of very different emotions. The cry of the girl was simply a scream, expressive of the wildest terror. That of s...o...b..ll was a confused mingling of surprise and alarm; while to the astonishment of William, and the other as well, the utterance of the sailor was a shout of unrestrained joy, accompanied by the action of suddenly springing to his feet,--so suddenly that the _Catamaran_ was in danger of being capsized by the abrupt violence of the movement.

He did not give them time to ask for an explanation, but on the moment of getting himself into an erect att.i.tude he commenced a series of shouts and exclamations, all uttered in the very highest key of which his voice was capable.

And among these utterances, and conspicuously intoned, was the well-known hail, "s.h.i.+p ahoy!" followed by other nautical phrases, denoting the recognition of a s.h.i.+p.