Patrol Leader Desmond had read the signal correctly, in spite of the fact that the light was fading and that the flags, owing to the direction of the wind, were nearly end on and blowing out almost as stiff as a board.
Taking the telescope, the Scoutmaster verified his Patrol Leader's statement. There was the white and blue chequered flag surmounting4 a white pennant5 with a red ball in it, signifying: "In distress6; need immediate7 assistance ".
"How long has this been flying?" inquired Mr. Graham.
"Not long, sir. Less than a couple of minutes," replied Desmond. "She's been at anchor there for the last hour. I was wondering what she was doing in the open."
"Waiting for enough water to get in," hazarded the Scoutmaster. "It's not far from high tide now. Come along, Desmond and Findlay, we'll see what's wrong. No, not you others; three of us will be enough for this job. Got your first-aid outfit8, Jock? I wouldn't mind betting that's what will be wanted."
With mixed feelings, Bedford, Hayes, and the Tenderfoot watched their Scoutmaster and their two chums push off in the dinghy. They were disappointed that they were compelled to remain on board as passive spectators, but they knew that in a choppy sea the dinghy stood a better chance of reaching the craft in distress than if she were deeply laden9 with six fairly hefty individuals. So, with a cheer of encouragement, they bade their chums good luck and remained watching the slow progress of the dinghy until she was lost to sight in the rapidly gathering10 darkness.
Jock Findlay, a big-limbed, deep-chested lad of sixteen, pulled bow; Mr. Graham was at the stroke oar3; Desmond steered11. Already the Patrol Leader had made good use of his eyes during his comparatively short experience of Wootton Creek12. By the aid of the chart he had studied the somewhat intricate entrance, verifying his facts by observing through the telescope the actual position of the "booms" or mark-posts. Thus he knew that the black-and-white chequered posts were on the port side of the approach channel and that those painted all black were to starboard.
"There's a coast-guard station on our starboard hand, sir," remarked the Patrol Leader. "It's rather strange they haven't turned out."
"I know," replied Mr. Graham shortly. He was pulling strongly and was disinclined to speak more than was absolutely necessary. He knew that it would be a tough struggle before the dinghy arrived alongside the disabled or distressed13 craft.
A bend in the creek brought the dinghy abreast14 of the little hamlet of Fishbourne. The boat was now dead in the eye of the wind, and, although it was nearly high water, there was still a considerable tide setting in. These conditions made the rowers' task a hard one, but it had one advantage: with the wind and tide in the same direction the waves were not so short and steep as they might be were the natural forces acting15 in opposite ways.
The Sea Scouts had already passed a line of small yachts anchored in the lower reaches of the creek. Several, doubtless belonging to the place, were without anyone on board; others showed gleams of yellow light through their scuttles16 and skylights. Their owners were comfortably sheltering in their snug17 cabins, thankful that on such a dirty night they were in a secure anchorage.
On the gravel18 beach at Fishbourne were several pleasure boats hauled up. The boatmen, in view of the rain, had decided19 early that it was of no use staying there to look for customers, and they had gone home.
The Sea Scouts' dinghy was barely a hundred yards below the coast-guard station when an oilskin-clad man wearing a sou'wester appeared from the look-out hut. He was obviously puzzled to see a little open boat making seaward on a night like this. Had it been light enough he might have spotted20 the craft flying the distress signal; but now it was too dark to discern her, and for some unknown reason she failed to display a riding-light.
So both the boatmen and the coast-guards had missed a chance of earning salvage21.
"Where is she?" exclaimed Findlay breathlessly, turning his head and shading his eyes with one hand while he pulled with the other.
"I can just make her out," shouted Desmond in reply. "Ough!" ejaculated the bowman, as a shower of spray hit him on the back and a cold stream of salt water trickled22 down his head. "We look like getting wet shirts before this job's done."
It was soon evident that the task the Sea Scouts had undertaken was not only a strenuous23 one. It was a dangerous one; but the mute appeal for aid was sufficient. Having set out upon an undertaking24 they meant to see it through.
Already the water was sluicing25 over the bottom-boards, as the tubby little dinghy rose and fell in the vicious seas. Desmond, still keeping his eyes fixed26 upon a faint object that he rightly supposed to be the craft in distress, groped and found the baler. Steering27 with one hand he began baling for all he was worth. Even then the water seemed to be gaining as the tops of the white crested28 waves slopped in over the bows.
The Scoutmaster and Jock Findlay were beginning to feel the terrific strain. Used as they were to rowing, they stuck it grimly, but even their horny hands were blistering29, while their muscles ached and their breath came in short, jerky gasps30. Nor could Desmond relieve his chum at the oar, without an almost certain chance of capsizing the dinghy, while even the slightest respite31 would result in the boat being carried shorewards.
The outermost32 beacon33 appeared to glide34 slowly past the labouring boat. Here the waves were dangerously steep, for the tide was setting strongly to the west'ard, resulting in a seething35 cross-sea.
"Nearly there!" bawled36 Desmond encouragingly, raising his voice to make it audible above the noise of the wind and waves.
The yacht—for such she proved to be—was now only about a hundred yards away, as she rose and plunged37 to the waves, but it took Mr. Graham and Findlay a good ten minutes of desperate pulling to cover the comparatively short distance.
There was no need for the Patrol Leader to give the customary order: "Way 'nough". He knew that his companions would have to row until the dinghy was within oar's-length of the yacht. And then Desmond would be faced by the difficulty of bringing the dinghy alongside the heaving, pitching hull38, as the yacht strained at her chain cable.
The result of a false move on the helmsman's part would be that the boat would miss her objective altogether and drift yards lee'ard, or else would be crushed like an egg-shell as the larger craft rolled towards her.
"Ahoy!" shouted Desmond.
"Ahoy!" came a muffled39 reply. "Come aboard."
"Easier said than done," thought Mr. Graham. "Why doesn't the fellow come on deck to take our painter?"
Awaiting his opportunity, Findlay, with the slack of the painter over his left arm, sprang upon the deck of the yacht, while Mr. Graham fended40 off. Desmond followed, and finally the Scoutmaster leapt on board, steadying himself by the shrouds41. The dinghy, left to its own devices to a certain extent, drifted rapidly astern, until she brought up with a jerk that almost wrenched42 the painter out of Findlay's hands.
"Below there!" hailed the Scoutmaster again, as he peered down the companion-way in a vain attempt to see what was taking place in the unlighted cabin.
"Come on down," replied a somewhat faint and quavery voice. "Sorry I can't get you a light."
"That's easily remedied," declared Mr. Graham, as he switched on his electric torch. "What's the trouble?"
With Desmond and Findlay close at his heels the Scoutmaster descended43 the slippery, brass-treaded ladder leading to the yacht's saloon. There on one of the bunks44 sat, or rather reclined, a man of about fifty years of age. His face looked grey and drawn46. He was supporting his right arm with his left, the sweater-sleeve of which looked ominously47 lumpy just above the wrist, while a dark stain was showing on the woolly garment.
"Fracture, eh?" inquired the Scoutmaster.
"Double fracture, to be precise," replied the owner of the yacht. "You're Sea Scouts, I see? Thought at first you were the coast-guards."
"Sort of substitute, you know," rejoined Mr. Graham. "Now let's see what the trouble is," he added briskly.
Jock Findlay was ready with his first-aid outfit, Desmond lit the cabin-lamp, but the erratic48 motion of the yacht so affected49 it in spite of its being gimballed, that the confined space was poorly illuminated50.
With a pair of sharp scissors the sufferer's sweater and singlet sleeves were ripped open, and the arm exposed to view. It was not a pleasant sight, for in two places the ends of fractured bones had forced themselves against the skin. In addition, there was an abrasion51 that was bleeding freely. "'Fraid it will give you gip," said Mr. Graham apologetically, as he prepared, with the assistance of his young companions, to set the broken limb. "I'll have to grin and bear it," replied the injured man stoically. "But before you start--in case I make a fool of myself, you know--can you take my yacht into Wootton Creek?"
"We'll try," replied the Scoutmaster.
"You know the way in?" inquired the owner anxiously.
"Yes," replied Mr. Graham briefly52. Already he knew enough of the creek to justify53 the assertion.
"Thanks awfully," was the rejoinder. "And can you phone to my wife, Mrs. Collinson? She's staying at the Solent Hotel, Ryde. Tell her I'm all right, or at any rate reassure54 her that there's nothing much the matter. Good! Now, I'm ready."
It was not the complicated nature of the injury but the awkwardness of the impromptu55 surgery that was the difficulty. The motion of the yacht was now so violent that the Sea Scouts had great trouble to maintain their balance, let alone to support and hold the injured man, while Mr. Graham placed the limb in two well-padded splints.
But Mr. Collinson did not "grin and bear it ". Long before the first-aid process was completed he was in a dead faint.
"Just as well," commented the Scoutmaster, "only it will mean telling off one hand to prevent his rolling off the bunk45. You stay here, Jock; Desmond and I will get the yacht in. She'll do it easily under foresail only, I think. There's no immediate hurry. We'll have to overhaul56 the gear before we get the anchor up. It's no use monkeying about with sheets and halliards on a strange craft in the dark after we are under way."
Leaving Findlay in charge of the patient, the Scoutmaster and Desmond went on deck. For a few moments, coming from the lighted cabin, they could see nothing. By degrees their eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. They could discern the high ground on either side of the entrance, but the beacons57 marking the channel were invisible. All around there was a welter of foaming58 water.
"We're dragging, sir!" exclaimed the Patrol Leader.
"By Jove, we are!" agreed Mr. Graham, abandoning his intention of overhauling59 the ropes. "Stand by at the helm, Desmond. I'll get the anchor up and set the staysail. She ought to draw clear."
Making his way for'ard the Scoutmaster knelt on the heaving fore-deck while he fumbled60 for the gasket securing the staysail. In this position he was often thigh61 deep in water, as the yacht dipped her lean bows into the angry crests62. It was now blowing half a gale63, and the yacht was perilously64 close to a lee shore.
To his relief, Mr. Graham found the staysail halliard without difficulty. A trial hoist65 showed that the sail could be set without risk of fouling66 anything.
The next task was to weigh the anchor. In ordinary circumstances this operation would be performed by means of a small capstan—an easy yet slow process. Long before the anchor could be brought a-peak the yacht would drag and go aground. Slipping the cable was out of the question, as the Scoutmaster did not know whether the end of the chain was shackled68 or not, and there was no time to grope about in a strange fo'c'sle, struggling with a possibly refractory69 shackle67.
"Desmond!" he shouted.
The Patrol Leader, relinquishing70 the as yet unwanted tiller, made his way for'ard, clutching at runners, shrouds, and mast as he did so. Without these supports he would almost certainly have lost his footing, so erratic and violent was the motion of the yacht.
"Bear a hand!" exclaimed Mr. Graham breathlessly, pointing to the cable.
Desmond understood. In order to save time the anchor-cable was to be hauled in by hand instead of by means of the winch.
It was a tough task, especially at first, but gradually the iron chain came home, until a sudden and considerable relaxation71 of the strain announced that the anchor was off the bottom, or in nautical72 terms "up and down".
The Patrol Leader subsided73 ungracefully upon the mainmast spider band, while the Scoutmaster sat heavily upon the brass-capped bitts. It was painful for both, but there was no time to waste in vain complaints.
"Take the helm—quick!" shouted Mr. Graham, regaining74 his feet and hauling in the staysail halliards.
Desmond hurried aft, secured a grip on the tiller, and waited.
For some moments the staysail slatted violently in the wind. The yacht began to gather stern-way and showed a tendency to fall off on the starboard tack75. Exerting all his strength the Scoutmaster gripped the stiff canvas (his finger-nails were tender for a week afterwards) and held the sail aback.
Even then the yacht hesitated. There was a distinct shock, different from the jars and jerks caused by the action of the waves. The vessel76 had touched bottom. Her keel had struck what felt like a shingle77 bank.
Then, to Mr. Graham's relief, she heeled and drew clear of the bottom.
But the danger of striking a lee shore was not yet over. The yacht under staysail alone could not "claw off ". She had to be sailed free, but not too free, until she rounded the spit of mud at the starboard side of the entrance to the creek. The question was whether Desmond could strike the happy medium and keep her on the only possible safe course, which was now against a strong west-going tide.
Checking the lee staysail sheet, Mr. Graham came aft. Then, belaying the sheet, he glanced at the bellying78 canvas which was just discernible against the loom79 of the land.
That glance told him that the youthful helmsman knew his job.
"Couldn't do better myself," thought the Scoutmaster.
He made no attempt to take the tiller. It was one of his principles in Sea Scouting80 never to interfere81 when one of the lads was doing his work properly. And Desmond knew it was "up to him" to keep the yacht on her course; he also knew that he was doing the right thing, otherwise his Scoutmaster would have "butted82 in".
Suddenly, through the shower of spray flying over the yacht's bows, Desmond caught sight of the outermost of the beacons, barely twenty yards to lee'ard.
It was now a case of "up helm and run for it ". The yacht answered readily to the action of the rudder, and in a few seconds she was scudding83 before the wind with slacked-off sheets and almost on an even keel.
"See the next mark?" shouted the Scoutmaster "On your port bow?"
"Ay, ay, sir," was the confident response.
"All right below, there?" inquired Mr. Graham, calling down the companion-way.
"Quite, sir," replied Jock, who up to the present had all his work cut out to keep the injured man from further harm. "He's not come to yet, sir."
Certainly Jock had seen little or nothing of the fun. By the noises on deck as the cable came home he knew that his comrades were weighing anchor. The shock too, when the yacht grounded on her keel, was far more pronounced to him than it had been to the others on deck. Then, by the more or less steady heel to starboard, he was aware that the little craft was under way. And now, by reason of the yacht running in comparatively calm water, he knew that she was within the entrance to the creek.
Gybing abreast of the coast-guard station the yacht flew up stream, passed the line of anchored craft, until she was almost becalmed under the high, well-wooded ground to starboard.
"We've got her in, sir," remarked Desmond. "Now what are we going to do?"
That was precisely84 what Mr. Graham was thinking about. The obvious thing to do was to get medical aid for the injured man. In his present state it was far too risky85 to attempt to land him in the dinghy, and, since he could not be taken to the doctor, the inference was that the doctor must be brought to him. Then, again, was the question: where could the patient be placed? The narrow, ill-lighted cabin was not at all suitable, with its awkward bunks and headroom of less than six feet under the beams. The best thing to do in these circumstances was to tranship the injured man from the yacht to the guardship.
"I'll take her for a minute," said Mr. Graham, relieving Desmond at the helm. "Call up the others and tell them we're coming alongside."
Springing upon the now steady cabin-top the Patrol Leader flashed a series of dots with his torch. The reply signal came almost immediately, showing that Bedford, Hayes, and Coles were anxiously on the look out for their comrades' return.
"We are bringing yacht alongside," signalled Desmond in Morse. "Swing in boat booms and lay out fenders."
For the next quarter of a mile progress was slow. The ebb-tide was weak, but the wind came only in fitful puffs87 over the tree-tops.
"We'll get it in a minute," declared the Patrol Leader, pointing to the ruffled88 water ahead that showed up distinctly in the reflected gleam of the guardship's riding-light.
"That usually happens," observed Mr. Graham. "Often and often a yacht approaches her moorings in a gentle little breeze, then just as she's on, down comes a puff86 that shoots her past the buoy89 like a young racehorse.... Findlay!"
"Ay, ay, sir," replied Jock from the cabin.
"How is Mr. Collinson?"
"Still insensible, sir."
"All right; think you can leave him? If so, come on deck. You'll be wanted to make fast when we go alongside."
Findlay obeyed with alacrity90; but had it been light Mr. Graham would have had a bit of a shock. The excitement of attending to the injured man, and the Sea Scout's subsequent confinement91 in the stuffy92 cabin of the violently pitching and tossing boat, had made the lad sea-sick. Yet, dreading93 the chance of discovery more than the actual malady94, Findlay had not said a word about it, but had stuck gamely to his appointed task.
As Desmond had predicted, there was quite a heavy squall as the yacht approached the guardship. Waiting until the latter craft gathered sufficient steerageway, Mr. Graham lowered the staysail. Adroitly95 steered by Desmond, the yacht ran gently alongside the hull of the guardship. Ropes were thrown and made fast, and, with hardly a jar, the two vessels96 were side to side, separated only by a pair of large coir fenders.
The first instalment of the Southend-on-Sea Sea Scouts' "good turn" was an accomplished97 fact.
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