Then the steersman and engineer began a “Yeo ho.” And it was well he did. The tired lads were in no condition to duplicate their sprint1 seaward. But, taking up the slow, long stroke, they began to get their second wind. There were no means of knowing whether the Escambia was having any effect on the steamer. But the hawser3 was taut4, the oars5 rose and fell to Mac’s chanty of the sea, and the busy little engine kept the propeller6 churning ceaselessly.
“Mac,” called Tom Allen, at last, “is she comin’?”
“How kin2 I tell,” shouted Mac. “But Captain Joe sure ain’t waved any light fur us to stand by. Steady, boys, take yer time.”
Perhaps a quarter of an hour went by. With the lessening7 of their speed, the four oarsmen had fallen into a swinging sweep that permitted talk. It was agreed that it must be after eleven o’clock.
“We’ll save her or lose her by midnight,” suggested Tom. “An’, whatever happens, I ain’t a goin’ to shut an eye till I’ve had a hot suppah an’ get dried out befoah a rousin’ fiah.”
“Bet yer life,” exclaimed Hal. “If I ever get warm again, don’t bother about callin’ me in the mornin’.”
“Ah reckon you all’s gwine be busy ’nough in de mornin’,” interrupted Jerry. “Allowin’ ef we git dis steamer in de bay who gwine to boss gittin’ her out agin?”
“And the sick captain?” suggested Bob. “Looks to me as if we won’t have much chance to get up to camp—”
“She’s a comin’ boys,” exclaimed Mac suddenly. “She’s sure a comin’. We’re a gettin’ out o’ the lee of her. Yeo ho, yeo ho.”
If that was an indication, the work of the Escambia was telling. So far, the steamer had been drifting in the trough of the waves parallel with the beach. The life boat, working to starboard, had been more or less protected by the steamer from the sweep of wind and water. As Mac could not hold the life boat in one position, it was impossible to tell from the fire ashore8 or Captain Joe’s lantern whether the steamer was altering her position. But, when Mac discovered[115] that the Escambia was no longer in the lee of the helpless vessel9, it was an indication that her bow was at last coming about shoreward.
“Hit her up, Kids,” whispered Hal. “Let’s show what we kin do.”
“Hey there, none o’ that,” yelled Mac. “Yer doin’ good ’nough. Stick to the stroke. Yeo ho, yeo ho.”
As the boys fell back into their stride, the Escambia came further out from the steamer’s protection, and once more the life boat was climbing the waves.
“Dat’s it,” yelled Jerry. “We sho’ got ’er. We’s got her a comin’. She’s nigh head on now. Mac,” he called anxiously, “who gwine bring dem jibs about?”
It was certain that the Escambia could not force the drifting hulk up into the gale10. If the headway so far obtained was sufficient to bring the vessel on to a starboard tack11, the jibs would have to come over.
“He wants us,” replied Mac. “Captain Joe’s a callin’. Ship them oars, Kids, an’ give us a hand on this line.”
Any change was welcome. A few minutes later, the Escambia had been drawn12 up to the[116] steamer’s side, and, although the little boat pounded against the iron plates with terrorizing crashes, Jerry and Mac clambered up the cable like monkeys.
“Cast off!” yelled Mac in the darkness. “Keep the engine goin’ Tom and youse other kids do what ye kin at the oars.”
Both Jerry and Mac were right. Captain Joe was hanging on to the wheel, which was hard over. The cargo13 owner was crouched14 beneath the rail, wrapped in a blanket.
“Free dem jib sheets, but don’t haul in on ’em till ye git de word,” commanded Captain Joe at once, but offering no explanations. “Take the light,” he added.
The nimble Mac and Jerry were off on a bound and a few moments later the slapping sails were free in the wind. For five minutes or more the two boys stood waiting the word to haul in, the jib sheets in hand. Below them, the Escambia, feebly but ceaselessly, pulled at the straining cable, and far astern Captain Joe, with adroit15 use of the wheel, coaxed16 the drifting steamer little by little into the wind.
At last came the long-waited-for order. The two boys fell to their task like storm scarred sea[117] dogs. One sheet at a time, they hauled in, against the gale.
“He’ll make it,” panted Mac, as he saw the great triangular17 canvas fill out over the port bow. As he and Jerry made fast the second sheet they could almost feel the steamer respond. “Captain Joe’ll put her there now, if any one could. But it’s goin’ to be close work,” added Mac. “Hear them breakers, Jerry?”
“He’s sho’ haidin’ her up,” answered Jerry.
After another trip to Captain Joe, the boys were ordered into the Escambia again. The instructions were to give every aid to the unwieldly steamer; if she fell off before the storm again, to use the engine and oars to the best advantage, and, if she made the bay, to hasten aboard to let go the anchor. Neither Mac nor Jerry took the trouble to haul in on the Escambia’s hawser. Throwing their arms and legs about the stiff cable, they shot downward into the life boat’s stern.
Mac now told his oarsmen off in relays, and to Bob the relief came none too soon. Braced18 in the bow, he took his rest and found time to look about. The campfire on the shore was wholly dead.
“How’ll Captain Joe make the pass now?” he yelled to the other boys. “The fire’s out.” Jerry was by his side baling the boat with his hat.
“Yo’ all don’ know Captain Joe, Ah reckon,” he answered. “He jes’ knows de place; he ain’t gwine to have to see it.”
In about a quarter of an hour, Mac burst out in a new exclamation19.
“He’s fetched her,” the boy shouted. “Captain Joe’s headin’ in.”
“Headin’ in!” exclaimed Bob. “Into what?”
“Into de pass,” volunteered Jerry. “He shorely is.”
“I can’t see anything,” added Bob, straining his eyes shoreward.
“He ain’t seein’”, repeated Jerry enthusiastically. “But don’ you be afeared. Whar de steamer’s pintin’ now, dat’s de pass.”
For the first time, the movement of the black hulk behind the Escambia became apparent. Captain Joe, even with his imperceptible headway, had at last permitted the steamer to pay off before the wind, and it was now drifting straight shoreward—bow on. Mac’s orders came at once. All four boys fell to the oars, the steering20 sweep brought the straining life boat[119] about on to the new course and then the Escambia pointed21 ahead at last fairly before the gale.
If there were any doubt as to the accuracy of old Romano’s instinct it was soon settled. The monotonous22 sound of the wash of the water on the beach rose louder but the sucking roar of the breakers was now no longer in front. The sounds that had chilled the amateur life savers all evening came from the right and left.
“We’re in the channel,” shouted Hal.
Mac soon confirmed the belief of the other boys. Bow on, the steamer crept slowly forward. The Escambia, little as it may have helped, stuck to her work, straining at its cable like a river tug23 snorting at a liner’s nose.
“We’re off the point,” explained Mac some minutes later, and then the low sky line of the black sand spit rose above the yeasty water.
“There she goes!” yelled Mac suddenly as the two jibs filled with an explosive bang. “Can’t do any more with this boat.” As he spoke24 he shut off the engine. “Ship them oars and git busy. Everybody on the steamer to bear a hand. We got to get an anchor out now or drift on to the mud.”
A half hour previously25, a few stars had attempted to show themselves, but they had been[120] blotted26 out again, and for the last ten minutes, a drizzle27 of rain had been falling. As the jibs banged, the long laboring28 steamer thrust her bow behind the sheltering point of the peninsula, and the dying waves rushing up the pass fell away into swirling29 angry currents.
“Up ye go,” shouted Mac, and the benumbed and stiff oarsmen hauled the life boat alongside the just moving iron hulk. Mac and Jerry led the way, and their tireless hands were waiting to give help to their less seasoned companions.
The steamer was not wholly within the protection of the point, but the scanty30 sails and the Escambia could do no more. Again nearly broadside on to the still driving wind, the hulk was already drifting toward the marsh-lined shore of the bay behind the sand spit. Captain Joe met the boys, lantern in hand. He seemed in no way elated over his feat31.
“De port anchor,” were his only words, and Mac, Jerry and Tom hastened to their new task. Captain Joe thrust the lantern upon Bob, and gave a hand himself. Bob, excited as he was, glanced at his watch. It was a quarter of one o’clock. Then, with a sudden crash, the port anchor shot into the sea, and the four hours battle was at an end.
Captain Joe, Tom and Mac visited the captain’s cabin at once, and found that seaman32 unconscious from either fever or drink, or both. The shivering owner of the mahogany cargo was maudlinly grateful, but still so disturbed mentally that he was conducted to his cabin and ordered to bed.
All idea of going aboard the cabinless Three Sisters, or of attempting to set up the shore tent in the rain and wind had been abandoned. Captain Joe led his bedraggled, sore and shivering party to the fo’castle. In a moment, he had the big swinging lantern ablaze33.
“Now, Kids,” exclaimed Mac, “git busy. Dig into them slop chests and git some rags to warm ye up an’ sleep in. An’ Jerry,” he added, “if yer ever goin’ to make good as a cook, ye got the chanst to-night. They’s a cook’s galley34 aboard, I reckon, an’ the least we’re a goin’ to have is coffee.”
“An’ don’t stop at that if there’s anything you can fry,” added Hal. “We might as well make a night of it.”
After the long, wearying hours in the Escambia, the crew’s quarters of the steamer seemed like the welcome glow of a big fireplace. It was like the preparation for a masquerade. In the[122] midst of the jovial35 melee36, Captain Joe disappeared. But while the boys, white and black alike, were getting out of their own soaked clothes and trading or stealing each other’s finds, the slow speaking Romano reappeared. Under his arm he carried a small leather case. The boys crowded forward.
“The boss’ medicine box,” explained Captain Joe.
Jerry fell back at once. While the others laughed the old seaman opened the little case and after long examination extracted a bottle labeled: “Quinine—5 grains.” Four other youngsters immediately joined Jerry. But without explanation or argument Captain Joe poured a generous dose into his brawny37 hand and then motioned the boys to him.
“I want some water,” began Hal with a wry38 face.
For answer the old skipper caught the boy by the shoulder, shoved the quinine into his mouth, clapped his hand over it and the deed was done. Plainly, there was no escape. In turn, the other boys marched up, opened their mouths and took their medicine. Jerry was last.
“Captain Joe,” he pleaded, “dat shorely[123] make me sick. Mah mammy done put mah powdahs in sugah. Ah—”
Before he could say more, the thoughtful Romano had the frightened Jerry in his arms and was forcing the tonic39 through his tightly closed lips. The colored boy fought valiantly40, but an instant later, the four white boys, roaring with laughter, had the squirming Jerry on the floor where the medicine was forced down his unwilling41 throat.
With rub downs, dry garments of one kind and another, the increasing warmth of the fo’castle and the endless pranks42 that followed, the storm soaked youngsters were soon aglow43 with new life and vigor44. Then came the raid on the cook’s galley. Jerry was not entrusted45 with the work of preparing the refreshment46. Tom and Mac did that, and they went at the task as if time were no object.
Under Captain Joe’s direction, the other boys returned to the fo’castle, bundled up all the wet clothes and carried them to the engine room below deck. Hanging them on hastily strung lines, Captain Romano opened the ash pit doors below one of the boilers47 to provide a draft, and then boldly started a fire of wood on the iron floor of the room.
At two o’clock, each member of the party filed into the cook’s galley, and was handed his supper, a tin plate piled high with hot pork and beans, a thick section of canned corn beef—cold—two bananas, a half dozen freshly warmed ship’s biscuits and a big tin cup of sweetened coffee.
When the noisy feast was at an end, there was one more visit to the deck. The gale still held, but the rain had ceased, and the wind was going down. A few stars had reappeared, and the tossing shape of the Three Sisters could be made out in the distance. But it had grown decidedly cool, the biting spray of the still angry sea filled the air, and there was a moan on both sea and land.
“All snug,” was Captain Joe’s only comment. As he disappeared below to replenish48 his clothes-drying fire on the engine room floor, the weary boys made their way back to the fo’castle. Bob had selected an upper bunk49 well in the bow, and Mac was just beneath him. The moment the two boys were alone, Mac said, in a low voice:
“Say, Balfour, are you holdin’ anything agin me?”
“Are you still sore at me?” asked Bob in turn, with a smile.
Mac reached out his hand and Bob grasped it. After a moment’s silent embarrassment50, Mac said:
“I reckon the storm’ll blow itself out by mornin’.”
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