Signs of hurried departure met the eye on every hand in the galley. Chief among them was a batch3 of bread which had been put to rising beside the range. But Paul did not pause to make any examination until he had rattled4 up a fire. He had picked up a box of matches in McGavock's room. There was a bin2 of kindling5 and plenty of coal in the scuttles6, and it took only a few minutes to get a meal together. It was the warmest and best breakfast they had enjoyed since they had been cast away, albeit7 the mainstay was a porridge of canned corn which Paul had hit upon as the most promising8 thing in a quick search of the stores aft. For the rest there was hard tack9 and marmalade and coffee. This coffee, a strong brew10, was really the crown of the breakfast. Its very odor was life-giving; strength-restoring.
Over the breakfast Paul related with all the gentleness at his command the facts which had been revealed by his search through the cabins. There was little to add to what Emily had seen herself.
"We are alone, Emily," he said, "except for those who will never wake again."
Fearful that similar heart-harrowing sights might be held by the forward part of the vessel11 as those which the sore-beset12 girl had discovered aft he induced her to remain in the warmth of the galley while he pressed his search in the forecastle.
"Don't—please don't stay long," she pleaded. "I feel—that—that I will never be able to bear it—to have you go out of my sight again." A shudder14 shook her. "When I saw you—a little while ago——Oh, the ship fell on you! The bows came down and—buried you in the water——"
"There, there, dear. Let us never think of it again. I have only a glimmer15 of an idea—of what happened. I don't know what happened; in fact, I don't want to know. All I do know and all I care about is—that somehow I had the sand—the brute16 strength to save you. Just you of all the world!"
He seized her passionately17 as he spoke18 and kissed her. The pressure of her firm, lithe19 body against his sent his blood clamoring. The natural perfume of her hair made his brain hammer drunkenly. Still above the tumult20 which beset his senses rang a mocking laugh—a devil's laugh. As he caught it a chill went over him. He put Emily away from him as fiercely as he had taken her and, crying, without a word, she sank on the bench in front of the fire and hid her face in her hands. As he turned away his brow was clouded with anger; his eyes filled with bitterness.
A second Lavelle stood motionless, his trembling breath an unuttered curse of himself. Then he turned to the door at his side and banged it open. It was the entrance to the cook's cubby-hole of a room. A piece of matting and a wooden pillow in the bunk21 told that its late occupant had been either a Chinese or Japanese. There was an odor, too, that bespoke22 the recent presence of an opium23 smoker24. He had departed in a hurry.
There was another door leading aft from the galley. This was the entrance to the carpenter shop and donkey engine room. A cubby-hole with a bunk in it to port had been the carpenter's abode25. Lavelle noted26 with satisfaction the equipment of glistening27, well-kept tools on the engine room bulkheads.
Hurrying forward, Paul entered the forecastle. It was an exceptionally large one for a vessel of the Daphne's size. Echo answered his hail. Mattresses28—the straw pallets which sailors call "donkeys' breakfasts"—clothes' bags, ditty bags, oilskins, sea boots, sou'westers, an assortment29 of greasy30 pots, pannikins, and spoons, and two filthy31 kids littered the black deck. Half a dozen chests gaped32 open, their contents falling over their sides. The hands that had gone through them had sought only the bottoms where money, trinkets, and supposed valuables had been hidden by their owners. So had he found the chests in the rooms of the second and third mates, the carpenter, and the cook. In their extremity33 they had all acted alike—thought only of useless baubles34 and left useful, necessary things behind.
A sailor before the mast, used and inured35 to hardship, living by the hour hand in hand with death, trained in the expectancy36 of sudden danger, ever aware of the constant attendance of peril37, might be expected to act with more intelligence in an emergency which may cost him his life than the humdrum-going citizen ashore38. Left to himself, he will go out of a ship in mid-ocean with a few shillings he has stored in the bottom of his bag or chest, a model upon which he has been spending most of his watches below, a derby hat or flash necktie for which he paid four times too much at his last port. Rarely has he a thought of necessary things—the countless39 useful articles of clothing such as Paul Lavelle saw on every hand—overcoats, jackets, underclothing—which a day or an hour in an open boat can make worth a king's ransom40.
The forecastle had been emptied in a hurry, but it told no other tale than that. There is no lair41 of mankind, no habitation of man's devisement more cheerless than a ship's forecastle. There is no sight more depressing, more dismal42 than one deserted43.
Paul, with a shudder, crossed from the starboard side, through which he had entered, to port. The breath of fresh air which he caught as he threw back the door and stepped out on deck was like a draught44 of wine. His spirits lifted as it dissipated the sea-sour stench which his nostrils45 were carrying. He turned forward immediately to at last come upon an explanation of the exodus46 from the Daphne.
The fore13 hatch was open. The covers were strewn about the deck. Up out of the glistening cargo47 of coals came an odor of fire. There was no smoke, but fire had been or was down there.
He recognized the dangerous quality of the coals at once. It was fear of it that had emptied the crew overside in panic. His mind, in the stress which had been upon it while he was aft, had not grasped the probable character of the cargo when he read in the log book with what the Daphne was laden48.
Dropping down through the hatchway his bare feet felt no heat. None of the signs of "trouble" which he knew so well was present. He had fought cargoes49 like this one.
All was cool below; not the faintest indication of gas. But still there was an odor of fire. He crawled out into the wings, and as he did so his eyes became accustomed to the semi-darkness. Thus by sight he located the source of the baffling fire smell. It was under the deck just forward of the hatch—a heap of ashes burned from all sorts of old junk. Mattresses had made part of the fire.
Not two feet away from where the fire had burned most briskly lay a five-gallon tin of kerosene50 on its side. The arsonist51 who had carried it there either had lost his nerve at the end and been afraid to open its cock, or else he had depended upon it to explode.
Still this fire which had been set with the intention of destroying the Daphne had made much smoke and burned out impotently. The deck above it was only slightly charred52.
Paul raked through the ashes feverishly53. The coal underneath54 was as cool to the touch as it was elsewhere. Not more than a handful of it was blistered55.
When he drew himself up on deck again he hauled a couple of buckets of water from over the side and threw it on the spot where the fire had burned as a matter of extraordinary precaution. Nor did he forget to bring the kerosene out of the hold.
Emily met him with a smile of gladness, which immediately turned into a laugh of humor as Paul stepped into the galley again.
"Where have you been—what have you been doing?" she asked.
"Why—what is the matter?"
He paused a second to survey himself. He indeed was a sorry sight. The thin tattered57 shirt and the trousers which he had slashed58 off at the knees when he struck out from the island still clung to him damply. His limbs were black with coal dust.
"I can imagine the color of my face," said he, and he rubbed the stubble of beard on his cheeks. "But never mind my appearance—only pour me a cup of that strong coffee."
While he drank the black brew he summed up for Emily their exact situation:
"We're all alone, partner—just us. A fire panic emptied the vessel—a fire which the murderers of the skipper and chief mate believed would destroy the ship and the evidence of their crimes. The ship's laden with Australian coals—a treacherous59 cargo. Knowing its dangerous character, it is easy for me to understand what the first flash of smoke meant to the minds of the sort of gang for'ard. They believed the cargo was afire. With those in authority plying60 them with fear and not a voice to steady them, they must have gone over the side like rats. The more haste that marked their going the better were the plans of the ringleaders suited. I cannot help believing that what happened aft was known to only a few—the second mate and perhaps the third. Yet how was it explained to those outside of the secret of the assassinations—the absence of the skipper and chief mate? The ringleaders could have reported them as dead without explaining what had killed them. They could have reported them to have killed each other. They could have reported them as having fallen overboard. They could have told the others even that the men had been murdered, without giving any proof against themselves. But I must have done with this conjecturing61. It is idle."
Paul put down his empty cup with impatience62.
"But where could they have gone?" Emily asked.
"Chi risponde presto63, sa poco. That is as the Italians have it: Who answers suddenly knows little. The fact that they took provisions and the three boats which the empty chocks show to have been in the bark seems convincing that they did not flee to another ship. Perhaps they believed they were near some land."
"Maybe another island—a trap like ours? I looked for our island—out there——It is gone."
Paul nodded.
"But these things—these sandals. There was a woman——"
"I am thinking of a woman's presence in the mystery. The French say there is always a woman."
He spoke with an attempt at lightness which he was far from feeling. A wince64 of unpleasantness indicated his true thoughts.
"Do you agree with the French adage65?" Emily asked. An enigmatical smile played across her face as she put the question.
"There is always one woman—one woman out of all the world," he answered. His tone thrilled her. He studied her for a second mysteriously. "You are very wonderful to me," he added, but his voice was so low that it seemed that the thought back of it forced itself to unconscious utterance66. She met his gaze frankly67; the unconcealed light of love was in her eyes.
Paul turned away from her abruptly68 and a chill came into her heart. She saw the old expression of pain in his face—the expression she had beheld69 there the day she had seen him first in the steamship70 agency in Yokohama. It always came so unexpectedly.
Looking out of the galley door to windward, Paul saw a clear sky. The breeze from the southwest held steady at about six or seven knots. All overhead signs promised fine weather, but the swell71 was ominous72. Still all the indications were that it was the aftermath of a storm which had passed far to the westward73.
"You're the chief mate of the Daphne now," he said, facing her again, "and it's your watch below. You slept but little last night, you know."
"Last night," she said, repeating the words with a shiver. "Nor did you sleep."
"I will sleep when you have had yours."
"But I want to be with you—to help—all I can."
She felt that even sleep must not be permitted to take him from her sight.
"You will help best by obeying orders, little woman. The first rule of the sea is obedience74. Come."
Paul started aft and Emily followed him in silence. She who had never known mastership in her life went whither this man led and with no thought of doing otherwise. He handed her up on the poop over the weather gangway.
It was an exceptionally long quarter deck for a vessel of the Daphne's size. Abaft75 the mizzenmast and the saloon skylights stood a small teakwood deck house comfortably furnished as a sort of lounge. It was lighted by four large ports. Through the center of this house the after companionway led below. On each fore and aft side was a leather cushioned bench or divan76, both long and wide enough to afford good berths77 on which to steal a sleep and at the same time remain within quick access of the deck. Against the forward bulkhead was a collapsible chart table. The deck entrance opened on the steering79 compass and the wheel. Running forward on each side of the vessel from the break of the poop to the forward house were two pipe-railed bridges. Similar bridges connected the forward house with the forecastle head. One might cover the length of the ship from the mizzenmast to the eyes of her without putting a foot on the main deck. Halfway80 between the mizzen and mainmasts the bridges were connected by a platform on which stood the standard compass.
It was in the companionway deck house or lounge, as the castaways came to call it, that Paul spread a berth78 for Emily with some blankets which he took from one of the staterooms. Although she protested that she would find it easy to remain awake if she could drink as much coffee as he had—that she really wasn't sleepy—her head had hardly touched its clean white pillow when her eyelids81 closed fast in a deep slumber82. Sheer will power had been keeping her up.
There was grim work ahead of Paul Lavelle and he hurried to do it. It must be finished when Emily awoke. Before entering the cabin, however, he went forward and put a fire under the donkey boiler83. Here was an auxiliary84 crew—this engine—a good thirty horsepower at least. Hope mounted in his breast as he examined it and found it in first-class condition. For that matter, everything about the Daphne was strong and good. She had been "kept up" is the way Lavelle would have described her to another seaman85.
A plan of action which he had been formulating86 he now confirmed. He would let the Daphne lie along hove to as she was until he could fix her position and then, from that point attempt to work her, with Emily's aid and the engine's, into a frequented track of vessels87. Having made such a track, he would hold on there the while he did his best to make the nearest land. If what the bark's log said were true it would not be long, the gods of the winds being kind, before they were in the track in which the Cambodia had been lost.
Thoroughly88 this man realized the seriousness of the situation which confronted him. Before him was a task to give any man pause—a twelve-hundred-ton bark at the mercy of the sea to be handled by himself, a woman, and a donkey engine. There was no alternative to the plan his mind had outlined. While he tested it from every angle, instinct led him to many necessary small tasks. He sounded the ship's well. There was no telling how much water might have entered her through the open fore hatch. The rod came back as dry as a bleached89 bone. It had not even rained since she had been abandoned. This suggested examining her fresh-water supply. He sounded these tanks. They held a supply for fifty days even if the bark had been manned by her full complement90. Besides, the donkey engine had a condenser91 attachment92 for its own purposes and also for ship use in the event of a shortage.
Paul Lavelle had never been aboard a handier vessel than the Daphne. John McGavock and her young chief mate must have been very proud of her. She was molded on clipper lines. In her heyday93 undoubtedly94, judging from the size of her mizzenmast, she had been rigged as a ship. That day had been when the taunt95, white-winged tea clippers were the mail carriers and passenger greyhounds of the seas; and the men who mastered them veritable nabobs of the deep. The lounge on the Daphne's poop, the rich India teak and mahogany and bird's-eye maple96 of her commodious97 saloons, the many staterooms, the appointments of her large galley bespoke her as having been not among the least of these fliers. Certainly she must have been a flash packet in the days of her youth when she could have mustered98 twenty-five men in a watch to fist a topsail. Paul knew that vessels like this had carried tremendous crews—sometimes fifty, sixty, and seventy-five, idlers and all—in the days of their pride when an hour cut from a passage meant gold for owners and masters. His mother's father had been master and afterward99 owner of such ships as the Daphne. But he had sailed them under a different flag than hers—a flag which had driven him, the grandson, away from it and to be a marked wanderer.
This unpleasant personal thought turned Lavelle aft. He entered the cabin through the door on the starboard side. Here he found three more staterooms, which opened off an alleyway similar to the one on the opposite side. These rooms had been long given up to storage purposes. One was filled with barrels of flour and biscuits; the others held cordage and bolts of untouched canvas. He carried away a bolt of the newest, whitest duck and a coil of marlin.
No tenderer hands could have given the Daphne's master and mate to the sea; no voice could have bespoken100 their souls a kinder journey than the stranger who shrouded101 and weighted them. He sent them away with a prayer and a heartfelt farewell that a friend who had known them and loved them a lifetime might have breathed.
Paul was near breaking down when it came to the parting with William Elston. Among the papers scattered102 around the lad he found the first page of a letter which the boy had started to his mother on the day after the Daphne had put out from Sydney. That was the day after Christmas.
"I'll be home in England—merry England—with you next Christmas, mother mine——"
That was as much as he could read. He put the crumpled103 sheet in the dead boy's hands where he had already folded a photograph which had hung over the berth. It was a picture of a simple vine-covered cottage such as are to be met in the byways of villages and towns throughout England. Clusters of roses peeped and seemed to nod over a hawthorn104 hedge in the foreground. A collie stood at the gate, head lifted, ears cocked, and muzzle105 searching the distance as at a master's coming. On the back of the photograph was written in the hand which had kept the log: "My Sussex Home.
"'In a fair ground—in a fair ground—
Yea, Sussex by the sea!'"
While the mystery which Paul met at every turn beckoned106 him on in pursuit of it, he was careful to guard against giving any time except to necessary things. He was compelled to give his attention to the donkey boiler and galley fires forward as well as keep an eye on the sun's ascension toward noon. The Daphne's position was the most important thing to be ascertained107. To this end he searched high and low for a sextant. The mate's was missing; the skipper's, too. He found McGavock's empty case in a corner of the chart room, where it had been thrown and smashed. A mercurial108 barometer109 lay crushed beside it. Nor could he discover the sailing chart of the bark's present voyage nor any other chart of the Pacific.
Abaft the companionway staircase he came upon a room which had escaped his attention before. It opened upon a short alleyway into the lazarette. Here were stowed the ship's slop stores. A door on the left hand, as one went aft, led into the skipper's room. He had noticed it when he had returned to get the ulster for Emily. Immediately opposite was the entrance to a snug110 bathroom.
Paul took advantage immediately of his discovery of the slop stores to levy111 upon them for an outfit112 of clothing and shoes. When he had found how plentiful113 was the vessel's supply of water he had vanquished114 the dust and grime of his venture into the fore hold. The touch of the fresh clothing, rough though it was, was pleasant. It was a link with the world again.
The while he dressed in the bathroom he observed many things which told of a woman's presence—articles of the toilet too fine and dainty for a man's use. A leather traveling dressing115 case lay on a small stand. It contained a silver-mounted assortment of brushes and screw-top bottles. He paused to examine them for a marking. There was none but the English Sterling116 impression. Another thing which indicated to him that this room had known a woman's presence was a tiny fern basket which swung over the bath. Similar baskets hung in the skylight of each saloon and from the ceiling in the skipper's room. These meant a woman's watchfulness117 and tender care. Men who live and die by the sea know no green-growing things; no flowers. The sea gives no flowers to its children; no sweet odors for memory. It has gardens, but they are scentless118 and one may enter them only when life is done. So perhaps it is just as well that its flora119 is without fragrance120.
At one moment Paul was convinced that a woman had been in the Daphne but recently: the next he doubted it. He did not wish to think that she had been carried off in those small boats. The thought sickened him.
He crossed from the bath into the skipper's room again, hoping that he might have overlooked there some place where a sextant or quadrant might be stored. Alongside the desk he spied a silver frame. It contained the photograph of a laughing, blonde-headed girl of not more than two and twenty—an wholesome121 English type of face; just such a woman as he imagined a man like McGavock would go a-wooing and take to wife. He regretted that he had not found it sooner. John McGavock might have wished to take it with him. Paul set it on top of the desk again, from which it had evidently been knocked, and turned away cudgeling his brain to suggest where he might carry his search. His glance picked up a knobless door in the bulkhead to the right of the desk. He dimly remembered noticing it when he had taken the mackintosh and of fixing it in his mind at the time as the vessel's medicine chest. It was fastened with a spring lock. He stepped back from it, hesitated a second, and with a heave of his shoulder burst it in.
An odorous wave of English lavender rolled out upon him. The man closed his eyes and inhaled122 the sweet freshness with a lingering breath. It conjured123 memories of mother, sister, home, boyhood—all the tender recollections of the days which had known no clouds; no bitternesses.
The room which the door revealed was half filled with a woman's skirts and gowns and coats hanging in order from the beams overhead. Along a shelf against the forward side stood a neat row of six or seven pairs of shoes and slippers124. The drooping125 tops of some of them suggested little soldiers grown tired of marching. The invader126 felt as if he had broken into a holy place. A cedar-wood chest stood open on his left. On top of a filmy heap of woman's things lay a Leghorn straw, trimmed with a wreath of faded red silk roses. Across the hat was a baby's dainty underslip.
Turning away from the chest with a pang127 in his heart and a tightening128 at the throat latch129 his eyes found the object of his search. A sextant lay on top of the medicine chest which was built into the vessel's side. As he picked it up eagerly and examined it, he discovered two new chart pipes standing130 in the corner. In one of these was a new Admiralty chart of the North and South Pacific Oceans.
Carrying the pipes and the sextant, Paul Lavelle backed out of the little room, and as he went he could not help feeling that he had violated a shrine131.
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80 halfway | |
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98 mustered | |
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