Shifting Winds: A Tough Yarn Part 23
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As long as the whale-s.h.i.+p continued visible, the three occupants of the boat sat immovable, gazing intently upon her in deep silence, as if each felt that when she disappeared his last hold upon earth was gone.
Billy was the first to break silence.
"She's gone, father," he whispered.
Both men started, and looked round at the boy.
"Ay, she's gone," observed Gaff with a sigh; "and now we'll have to pull for it, night an' day, as we are able."
He began slowly to get out one of the oars as he spoke.
"It would have been better if they had cut our throats," growled Captain Graddy with a fierce oath.
"You'd have been worse off just now if they had, captain," said Gaff, shaking off his depression of spirits by a strong effort of will.
"Come, Cap'n Graddy, you an' I are in the same fix; let's be friends, and do our best to face the worst, like men."
"It makes little matter how we face it," said the captain, "it'll come to the same thing in the long run, if we don't manage to make it a short run by taking strong measures. (He touched the hilt of a knife which he wore at all times in his belt.) However, we may as well pull as not."
He rose and sulkily took an oar, while Gaff took another.
"Now, captain," said Gaff, "you know better than me how far we be fro'
land, an' which is the way to pull."
"I should think we're five hundred miles from the nearest land," said Graddy, "in a nor'-east direction, an' there's no islands that I know of between us an' South America, so we may just pull about for exercise till the grub's done, an' then pull till we're dead."
The captain burst into a loud, fierce laugh, as if he thought the last remark uncommonly witty.
Presently he said, "You may as well see how much we've got to eat an'
drink before beginnin' our work."
"All right, my hearty!" cried Gaff, rising with alacrity to examine their store of provisions; "here's a small bag o' biscuit as'll last us three days, mayhap, on half allowance, so we'll be able to do with quarter allowance for the first few days, an' then reduce to an eighth, which'll make it spin out a few days longer. By that time we may fall in with a sail, who knows?"
"We're far beyond the track o' s.h.i.+ps," said the captain bitterly. "Is there never a drop o' water in the boat?"
"Not a drop," replied Gaff, "I've searched all round, an' only found a empty bottle."
"Ay, meant for to smuggle brandy aboard when they got the chance, the brutes!" said the captain, referring to his recent crew. "Well, it don't matter. We've now the prospect of dyin' o' thirst before we die of starvation. For my part, I prefer to die o' starvation, so ye may put yourself an' your brat on full allowance as long as it lasts."
Poor Billy's horror at the prospect before him was much aggravated by the fierce and brutal manner of Graddy, and he would fain have gone and hid his face in his father's bosom; but he had been placed at the helm while the two were pulling, so he could not forsake his post.
It was a calm evening when they were thus cast adrift on the boundless sea, and as night advanced the calm deepened, so that the ocean became like a sea of ink, in which the glorious host of stars were faithfully mirrored.
Hour after hour the two men pulled at the oars with a slow-measured steady stroke, while Billy sat at the helm, and kept the boat's head in the direction of a certain star which the captain pointed out to him.
At length the star became like a moon to Billy's gazing eyes; then it doubled itself, and then it went out altogether as the poor boy fell forward.
"Hallo, Billy! mind your helm!" cried his father.
"I felled asleep, daddy," said the Bu'ster apologetically, as he resumed his place.
"Well, well, boy; lie down and take a sleep. It's too hard on you. Eat a biscuit first though before you lie down, and I'll keep the boat's head right with the oar."
The captain made no remark, but the moon, which had just arisen, shone on his hard features, and showed that they were more fierce and lowering than at the beginning of the night.
Billy gladly availed himself of the permission, and took a biscuit out of the bag. Before he had eaten half of it he fell back in the stern-sheets of the boat, dropt into a sound sleep, and dreamed of home and his mother and Tottie.
Hour after hour the men pulled at the oars. They were strong men both of them, inured to protracted exertion and fatigue. Still the night seemed as if it would never come to an end, for in those high southern lat.i.tudes at that time of the year the days were very short and the nights were long.
At last both men stopped rowing, as if by mutual consent.
"It's a pity," said Gaff, "to knock ourselves up together. You'd better lie down, cap'n, an' I'll pull both oars for a spell."
"No, no, Gaff," replied Graddy, with sudden and unaccountable urbanity; "I'm not a bit tired, and I'm a bigger man than you--maybe a little stronger. So do you lie down beside the boy, an' I'll call ye when I want a rest."
Gaff remonstrated, protesting that he was game to pull for hours yet, but the captain would take no denial, so he agreed to rest; yet there was an uneasy feeling in his breast which rendered rest almost impossible. He lay for a long time with his eyes fixed on the captain, who now pulled the two oars slowly and in measured time as before.
At last, in desperation, Gaff gave Billy a poke in the ribs which roused him.
"Come, boy," said his father almost sternly, "you've slept long enough now; get up an' steer. Don't you see the cap'n's pullin' all alone!"
"All right, daddy," said Billy, uttering a loud yawn and stretching himself. "Where am I? Oh! oh!"
The question was put before he had quite recovered consciousness; the terminal "oh!" was something like a groan of despair, as his eye fell on the forbidding countenance of the captain.
Billy took the tiller in silence. After a little while Gaff drew his son's ear near to his mouth, and said in a low whisper--
"Billy, my lad, I _must_ have a sleep, but I dursn't do it unless you keep a sharp eye on the captain. He's after mischief, I'm quite sure o'
that, so give me a tremendous dig in the ribs if he offers to rise from his seat. Mind what I say now, lad. Our lives may depend on it."
Billy promised to be watchful, and in less than two minutes afterwards Gaff was sunk in deep repose.
The boy was faithful to his trust. Without appearing to be watching him, he never for one moment removed his eyes so far from where the captain sat labouring at the oars as to give him a chance of moving without being seen. As time pa.s.sed by, however, Billy found it difficult to keep awake, and, in proportion as this difficulty increased, his staring at the captain became more direct and intense.
Of course Graddy perceived this, and the sneering smile that crossed his visage showed that he had made a shrewd guess at the cause of the lad's attentions.
By degrees Billy's eyes began to droop, and he roused himself frequently with a strong effort, feeling desperately alarmed lest he should be overcome. But nature was not to be denied. Again and again did his head fall forward, again and again did he look up with a startled expression to perceive that Graddy was regarding him with a cold sardonic smile. Gradually Billy's eyes refused to convey a correct impression of what they rested on. The rower's head suddenly became twice as large as his body, a sight which so alarmed the boy that he started up and could scarce restrain a cry, but the head had shrunk into its ordinary proportions, and the sardonic smile was there as before.
Oh! what would not Billy have given at that time to have been thoroughly wide-awake and fres.h.!.+ He thought for a moment of awaking his father, but the thought was only half formed ere sleep again weighed down his spirit, causing his eyelids to blink despite his utmost efforts to keep them open. Presently he saw Graddy draw the right oar quietly into the boat, without ceasing to row with the left one, and slowly draw the knife which hung at his belt.
The boy tried to shout and arouse his father, but he was paralysed with horror. His blood seemed to curdle in his veins. No sound would issue from his lips, neither could he move hand or foot while the cold gla.s.sy eye of the captain rested on him.
Suddenly Graddy sprang up, and Billy's voice found vent in a shrill cry.
At the same moment Stephen Gaff awoke, and instinctively his hand grasped the tiller. He had no time to rise, but with the same force that drew the tiller from its socket in the helm he brought it forward with cras.h.i.+ng violence on the forehead of Graddy, who was stooping to plunge the knife into his breast. He staggered beneath the blow.
Before he could recover himself it was repeated, and he fell heavily back into the bottom of the boat.
"Thank the Lord," murmured Gaff, as he leaned over his fallen foe, "the villain's hand has bin stopped short this time. Come, Billy, help me to lift him up."
Gaff's blows had been delivered with such vigour that Graddy's head was much damaged, and it was a long time before the two could get him restored sufficiently to sit up. At length, however, he roused himself and looked with a bewildered air at the sun, which had just risen in a flood of golden light. Presently his eyes fell on Gaff, and a dark scowl covered his face, but being, or pretending to be unable to continue long in a sitting posture, he muttered that he would lie down and rest in the bow of the boat. He got up and staggered to the spot, where he lay down and soon fell fast asleep.
"Now, Billy lad, we'll let him rest, an' I'll take the oars. You will lie down and sleep, for you've much need of it, my poor boy, and while I'm pullin' I'll consider what's best for to be done in the circ.u.mstances."
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