The Secret of the Reef Part 5

"Glad to find somebody here; you're fis.h.i.+ng, I suppose?" he said.

"You'll know where there's water, and ours is getting short. The engineer has had some trouble with salting boilers and won't give us any. I'll take some fish, if you can spare it."

Bethune laughed.

"You can have all we've got," he said. "Any we keep we'll have to eat, and we're getting pretty tired of the diet. There's a good spring behind the ridge; we'll show you where it is."

The man beckoned the seamen, who shouldered two bra.s.s-hooped breakers, and the party set off up the beach. When they reached the spring the seamen returned with the breakers to empty them into the boat, using her as a tank to carry the water off, and Jimmy took the yachtsman into a hut they had roughly built of stones between two big rocks. Here they sometimes lived when wind or fog stopped their work. He gave them some cigars and told them that the yacht was returning from a trip to the North, where they had explored several of the glaciers. He was a bit of a naturalist and interested in birds, and that was why he had come ash.o.r.e; but the desolate appearance of the island had deterred his friends, who were playing cards.

"Have you noticed any of the rarer sea-birds here?" he asked.

"There are a number of nests some distance off," Bethune answered. "I don't know what kind they are, but after making two or three attempts to eat them, I can't recommend the eggs."

The yachtsman laughed.

"You may have made omelettes of specimens collectors would give a good deal for. Anyway, I'd be glad if you would show me the place. As we must take off as much water as she'll carry, the boys will be busy for some time."

"I'll go with you in a minute," Bethune said, giving Jimmy a warning look. "Have you the ball of fine seizing?" he asked his comrade. "There are some hooks to be whipped on to the new line."

Jimmy, understanding that Bethune wanted a word with him in private, went out, and Bethune followed.

"Well?" Jimmy queried.

"What do you think of the weather?"

Jimmy looked round carefully. The sky was clear overhead except for thin, streaky clouds, and the mist was moving, sliding in filmy trails along the sh.o.r.e.

"It won't be so thick presently, and we may have a breeze."

"That's my opinion. Has it struck you that it will be after half-ebb when our yachting friend leaves? Besides, it would look inhospitable and perhaps suspicious if we didn't take him off to supper."

"Ah!" exclaimed Jimmy. "The wreck will be showing, the pumps are on board, and it's unfortunate we forgot to move our buoy."

"Sure! There's no reason for supposing the man's a fool, and I've no doubt he'll draw conclusions if he sees the diving truck and the buoy.

It's certain that somebody on board the steamer has heard about the wreck; and any mention of our doings in the southern ports would lead to the sending up of a proper salvage gang. We might finish before they arrived; but I'm doubtful."

"You're right," said Jimmy. "What's to be done?"

"The best plan would be for you and Hank to get the pumps ash.o.r.e while there's fog enough to hide you. Then you can slip the buoy and leave it among the boulders abreast of the wreck. I'll keep our friend away from the water; but the high ground where the nests are looks down on the beach and you'll have the steamer not far outsh.o.r.e of you."

Turning at a footstep, Jimmy saw the stranger leave the hut.

"My partner will take you to the nests," he said. "I have something to do on board."

Beckoning Moran, Jimmy turned away, and as the two went down to the beach he explained his object to the fisherman. Moran agreed that if news of their doings leaked out, they might as well give up the search.

They must, however, be careful, because there was a chance of their being seen by anybody with good gla.s.ses on board the yacht, which had moved close in to shorten the journey for the boat. Now and then they could see her white hull plainly, but it grew dim and faded into the mist again.

Boarding the sloop, they dismantled the pumps, and then found that with these, the lead weights, and the diving helmet, the small dory had a heavy load. The tide was, however, falling, and for some distance it carried them down a smooth channel between banks of uncovered sand. They had no trouble here, but when they reached open water they found a confused swell running against them. The fog had again thickened and they could see only the gray slopes of water that moved out of the haze.

It was hard work rowing, and care was needed when an undulation curled and broke into a ridge of foam. If that happened before they could avoid it, the dory might be overturned; and the water was icy cold. They toiled across a broad shallow, sounding with the oars, until they lost touch of the bottom and pulled by guess for a spot where landing was safe.

Soon it seemed that they had gone astray, for they could see nothing of the beach and a harsh rattle broke out close ahead. Moran stopped rowing.

"Tide has run us well offsh.o.r.e," he said. "The yacht skipper's shortening cable or going to break out his anchor. Guess he's swung into shoaler water than he figured on."

While they waited and the tide carried them along, the rattle of the windla.s.s grew louder; and when it stopped, a dim, white shape crept out of the fog. It increased in size and distinctness; they could see the sweeping curve of bow, the trickle of the stream along the waterline, and the low deckhouse above the rail. There was no avoiding the yacht by rowing away without being seen, but the dory was very small and low in the water.

"They've hove her short and found another fathom, and I expect they're satisfied," Jimmy said; "but they'll keep good anchor watch. The best thing we can do is to lie down in the bottom."

They got down on the wet floorings, and Jimmy looked over the gunwale.

They were close to the yacht, and he could make out a figure or two in front of the house. As they drifted on, the figures grew plainer, and it seemed impossible that they could escape being seen. For all that, n.o.body hailed them, though they were near enough to hear voices and the notes of a piano. The vessel's tall, white side seemed right above them, but they were abreast of the funnel now, and the ash hoist began to clatter; Jimmy saw the dust and steam rise as the furnace clinkers struck the sea. Still, they were drifting aft, a gray blotch on the water, and were almost level with her stern when Jimmy saw a man leaning on the rail. By the way his head was turned he was looking toward the dory, and for several anxious moments Jimmy expected his hail. It did not come; the graceful incurving of the white hull ended in the sweep of counter above the tip of a propeller blade, and the dory drifted on into the mist astern.

"Now we'll have her round!" Moran exclaimed, with relief in his voice.

"I guess you've got to pull."

It was difficult to prevent her heavy load from swamping her as they approached the beach; but they ran her in safely, and, after carrying up their cargo, set off for the wreck. Their buoy was visible some distance off, for the mist was now moving out to sea; and their chief trouble was to get the awkward iron keg ash.o.r.e. They had hardly done so when the steamer showed up plainly through a rift in the fog and a draught of cold air struck Jimmy's face.

"It's coming!" he cried. "We've no time to lose in getting back!"

The tide was beginning to ripple as they pulled off the beach, and the yacht was plainly disclosed, s.h.i.+ning like ivory on the clear, green water. It did not matter now that they could be seen; their one concern was to get home before the freshening wind raised the sea. In a short time the spray was flying about the dory and frothing ridges ran up astern of her. These got steeper as they reached the shoals, and the men had hard work to hold her straight with the oars as she surged forward, uplifted, on a rush of foam. They had no time to look about, but they heard the steamer whistle to recall her boat, and presently a gasoline launch raced by, rolling wildly, through deeper water.

As they entered the channel into the bight, they met the launch coming out more slowly with the boat in tow, and somebody on board her waved his hand. Then she disappeared beyond a projecting bank, and Jimmy and Moran rowed on to the sloop.

"They were only just in time," Bethune said as they got on board. "I suppose you saw our friend go; but if they don't tow her carefully, it won't be fresh water when it gets into their tank." He paused with a laugh and showed them some silver coins. "Anyhow, we have earned something this afternoon. The fellow insisted on paying for the fish, and I thought I'd better let him."

"It was wise," agreed Jimmy. "Moran and I have done our share, so it's up to you to get supper."

While they ate it, they heard the rattle of a windla.s.s; and, looking out through the scuttle, they saw the yacht steam away to sea.

CHAPTER VI-BLOWN OFF

Though it was nearly eleven o'clock at night, the light had not quite gone and the sea glimmered about the sloop as she rose and fell at her moorings by the wreck. To the north the sky was barred with streaks of ragged cloud and the edge of the sea-plain was harshly clear; to the east the horizon was hidden by a cold, blue haze, and the tide was near the lowest of its ebb. An angry white surf broke along the uncovered shoals with a tremulous roar, and the swell, though smooth as oil on its surface, was high and steep. No breath of wind touched the water, but Jimmy agreed with Moran that there was plenty on the way.

A light burned in the low-roofed cabin where the men waited for the meal which Bethune was cooking. They felt languid as well as tired and hungry, for supper had been long deferred to enable them to continue diving, and they had been under water much oftener than was good for them during the day. The bulkhead they strove to clear of sand was still inaccessible, and, as bad weather had frequently hindered work, they felt compelled to make good use of every favorable minute. This was why they had held on to the wreck, instead of entering the bight before the falling tide rendered its approach dangerous. Moreover, their provisions were running low, and Bethune was experimenting with some damaged flour which had lain forgotten in a flooded locker for several days while they rode out a gale. The bannocks he turned in the frying-pan had a sour, unappetizing smell.

"They may taste better than they promise," he said encouragingly. "If the sky had looked as bad at half-tide as it does now, I'd have made you take her in. We won't get much done to-morrow."

Moran stretched himself out listlessly on the port locker.

"We ought to tie two reefs in the mainsail handy, but I feel played out, and the breeze may not come before morning. It strikes me the most important thing is the question of grub. We can't hang on much longer if that flour's too bad to eat. I can't see how it went so moldy in a day or two. You can leave a flour-bag in the water for quite a while and then find the stuff all right except for an inch on the outside."

"That's so," Jimmy put in. "My notion is that the flour was bad when we got it. The s.h.i.+p-chandler fellow had a greedy eye. But when you deal with the man who finds the money you can't be particular."

"He's pretty safe," grumbled Bethune. "With a bond on the boat for his loan and a big profit on everything he supplied, the only risk he runs is of our losing her-though I'll admit that nearly happened once or twice. However, you can try the flour."

Taking the frying-pan off the stove, he served out a thick, greasy bannock and a very small piece of pork to each of his companions. The food was too hot to eat, and Jimmy, breaking his with his knife, waited with some anxiety while it cooled. If they could use the flour, it would enable them to remain a week or two longer at the wreck; and he believed it would not take many days to reach the strong-room. Failing this, it looked as if he must return to his toil at the sawmill and the dreary life in the cheap hotels.