No one else spoke1 for a bit. Mr. Leman spat2 over the rail and stared at the fog in the direction of the unseen Japanese ship. The Missus had gone to her cabin when the body was hauled aboard. Captain Pontifex stood looking down at the form, still incased in its diving-suit; and his pallid3 cavernous features were venomous with rage.
"I'd sooner have lost anyone aboard rather than Dumont—except the Missus," he said softly. "And to think they must have got him just after he got Dennis."
"Aye," said Bo's'n Joe.
It was very evident how Frenchy had come by his fate. Transfixing his body, fastened so firmly within him that no easy pull would remove it, was a long-bladed knife with shark-skin handle—palpably a Japanese knife.
"Well," the Skipper turned away, "see that he's sewed up proper, Mr. Leman, and we'll bury him shipshape. Attend to repairing that dress, too."
When the skipper had disappeared aft, Bo's'n Joe looked at Mr. Leman.
"What's the Skipper got on his mind? He ain't goin' to stand by and see Frenchy killed without doin' anything?"
"Not him, Bo's'n—not him! 'Ready to work to-morrow', says he. Just wait till to-night, Bo's'n! If something don't happen to them Japs, I miss my guess. Leave it to him and the Missus! If this blasted fog don't break, he'll show 'em a thing or two."
It was easy for those aboard her to deduce exactly how Dumont had come to his end. The knife told the whole story. The flurry at the end of the lines, Dumont's frantic8 signal to be hoisted9, all explained perfectly10 that he had encountered a diver from the enemy ship. The Japs had diving apparatus11, of course.
Sullen12 resentment13 and fury filled the Pelican, from skipper to meekest14 Kanaka. All aboard had been wildly excited over salvage15 and treasure; because of this fact, Pontifex had a solidly united crew behind him in whatever he might attempt. Frenchy had not been particularly loved, but his murder showed that the enemy meant business—and in defence of their treasure-trove the crew of the Pelican were only too anxious to fight.
As the afternoon wore on, the fog thickened rather than lessened16. At the end of the first dog-watch all hands were called and Frenchy was committed to the deep, with the usual bucket of slush.
Someone observed that there was no chance of laying the ghost of Dennis in this customary fashion; within five minutes the remark had gone through the brig. No one cared particularly how Dennis had perished, but everyone was superstitious17 in the extreme. Mr. Leman allowed an anxious frown to disturb his flat countenance18, and even the skipper, upon hearing the rumour19, appeared disturbed.
"Not that I give two hoots20 for any ghost," he confided21 to the Missus, "but it makes a bad spirit aboard ship. Nonsense! A ghost doesn't come back, anyway."
"I've heard 'baout that happening," said the Missus gloomily but firmly. "And what folks believe in is apt to come true. You mark my words!"
"Then" and the skipper brightened—"they say that a death aboard ship always brings wind—so we'd better get busy with those Japs before the fog lifts!"
This latter superstition22 was equally well known aboard, and predictions were that before morning the fog would be gone. Within another hour, however, everybody aboard was too busy to bother further with superstitions23.
When darkness began to fall, with no sign of activity from Captain Pontifex, open grumbling24 began to spread along the deck, It was silenced by the Skipper in person, who appeared and ordered two of the whaleboats lowered.
"Mr. Leman," he commanded quietly, the entire crew listening tensely, "you'll take command of one boat. Lay aboard her six of those oil-bags from the store-room. Muffle25 the oars26. Take a compass and mind your bearings. Two of you men lay aft, here."
Two of the white hands hastened aft and followed the Skipper down the companion way. In five minutes they reappeared, struggling beneath the weight of the pride of the whaling fleet—-the green-striped tea-jar. It was minus the big scarlet27 geranium plant, and should have been light; but it seemed most unaccountably heavy.
"Easy, there!" snapped the Skipper.
"Corny, reeve a rope through that block at the mains'l yard and sling28 the jar into the boat—not Mr. Leman's boat, but mine. Bo's'n, lay down there and place her in the bow."
Ericksen seemed not to relish29 his task in the least, but he obeyed. In ten minutes the jar was safely stowed in the other whaleboat; from this boat all whaling gear was now removed, six oars alone being left.
"In with you, Corny," commanded the Skipper. "You and Ericksen with four Kanakas will row me out. Mr. Leman, precede us very slowly; when you sight that Jap, lay that oil on the water and then stand back to pick us up."
"Good-bye, my dear! You insist upon taking the third boat?"
"I reckon I can do as well as yeou," returned the Missus impassively. "Good luck!"
"Same to you," answered the Skipper.
Six men were at the oars in Mr. Leman's boat, four more in that of the skipper. Mrs. Pontifex ordered the forward boat down, and the five remaining men into her. To them she handed rifles, then turned to the trembling steward32.
"I'm leavin' yeou to tend ship," she stated firmly. "There's a shot-gun beside the helm; if anybody else boards, yeou let fly! No telling but some o' those Japs might ha' worked araound by the shore—but we'll give 'em something else to think abaout."
With that, she descended33 into her boat, compass in hand, ordered her rowers to give way, and vanished into the darkness of the fog—not following the Skipper, but departing at a tangent from his course.
The steward hastened to the quarter-deck, secured the shot-gun, and perched upon the rail.
The Cockney was by no means lacking in acuteness. He had been cleaning up a muss in the stern cabin for the last half-hour; he knew that this muss was the debris34 from several ammunition35 packets, broken from the packing-case of ammunition that had been hauled in upon the morning previous. He knew that the scarlet geranium had been transplanted into a keg. He knew that this keg had previously36 been full of gunpowder37; he knew likewise that the skipper had laboriously38 fashioned a fuse—and that the tide was now going out.
So as he perched upon the starboard taffrail and scrutinized39 the blank fog, the steward had a fairly certain idea of what to expect.
"Gawd 'elp them yeller swine!" he observed reflectively. "Skipper's going to lye out that oil; it'll drift around 'em wi' the tide. That's what 'e was w'iting for, the hold fox! When the oil 'as got hall haround that ship, skipper sends 'is boat at 'er. Ho! Then 'e gets off in Mr. Leman's boat, first lightin' the fuse. Then 'e lights the oil. Oil an' fuse—and then the jar o' powder—blime, but 'e's a fox, a ruddy fox! Ho! And then the Missus she takes a 'and—only I bet skipper 'e don't know as 'ow that fusee is dry! Thinks it's wet as when 'e made it, 'e does! Well, wait an' see——"
His reflections ended in a chuckle40. The steward, having no personal anticipation41 of danger, cared not a snap what went on out in the mist; in fact, he looked forward to a very enjoyable time.
The tide had turned, right enough, and was strongly on the ebb42. Rolling himself a cigarette, the steward stretched along the rail and waited comfortably; he could feel the ship lift and tug4 and vibrate as the pull of the tide-current swung her on the taunt43 hawsers44 from stem and stern. The steward watched the dim banks of fog with lazy anticipation. He was in the position of a front-seat spectator, and was determined45 to have a good time.
Thus, being intent upon the fog, waiting for the first flare46 of yellow flame and the first wild yell of alarm, the steward relaxed all vigilance as regarded his own surroundings. He was no seaman47, and when the Pelican gave a queer little sideways lurch48, he merely shifted his position slightly and reflected that a wave must have struck her. Still there came no sound from the fog, no token of flaring49 oil or fighting men. The steward lighted his cigarette and reflected that emptying the oil bags seemed to take considerable time.
It was perhaps five minutes later that a queer sound came from forward—a sound not unlike the breaking of a lax violin string, but deeper. The steward did not hear it at all; but a seaman would have known that somewhere a taut50 cable had parted. When the brigantine began to rock gently and evenly, the steward took for granted that there must be a ground-swell or something of that sort.
Behind the steward moved a queer grotesque51 figure—a figure that might have been some strange nightmare shape moving silently in the darkness; a figure with enormous and bulbous head which rocked upon its shoulders in monstrous52 and uncanny fashion. The figure came to a pause just behind the steward whose position was rendered quite certain by the cigarette spark.
"Put up your hands!" snapped a voice suddenly.
The steward tumbled backward off the rail and plumped down on the deck. A faint howl of terror escaped him as he stared up at the grotesque, horribly-shaped figure whose bulk was intensified53 by the fog. The figure stood over him, and a rifle poked54 him in the ribs55.
"'Ave mercy!" howled the terrified steward. "I'm a poor, innercent man——"
"Oh, it's you! Didn't know you, steward," said the voice of Dennis. "Where's everybody? Get up, old boy—I'll not hurt you!"
"Don't 'a'nt me, sir!" he pleaded, folding his hands and getting to his knees in desperate fear. "I didn't 'ave nothink to do wif it, sir——"
"Good heavens, I'm no ghost!" Dennis laughed. "Where's the skipper?"
"Gone, sir," quavered the steward. "Heverybody's gone."
"Where?"
"To fight that 'ere Jap ship, sir."
"You're all alone on board?"
"Yes, sir."
Dennis broke into laughter, dropped his rifle and seized the hand of the steward, pulling him erect58.
"Here, man, don't be afraid!" he exclaimed. "I'm solid flesh and blood. But you'll have to unscrew this helmet—the thing's killing59 me, and I can't get rid of it. I've cut off the rest of the suit—take hold, now!"
Dennis sat down on the deck. Trembling still, the steward unfastened the catches of the helmet and unscrewed the big tinned-copper globe.
"Oh, but that feels good!" sighed Dennis, "I could open the front sight, but I couldn't get the thing off. Now the corselet——"
A moment later Dennis stood erect, gingerly feeling his neck and shoulders. Suddenly he laughed again and seized the steward's hand.
"Shake, old man!" he exclaimed heartily60. "So they're all off fighting the Japs, eh? Mrs. Pontifex too?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you didn't know that I'd cut the old ship adrift—and that we're outward bound with the tide?"
"Drifting, sir?" he uttered fearfully. "And what'll the skipper do?"
"I should worry!" Dennis chuckled63. "See here, steward—I know you weren't in on the plan to murder me; your giving me the knife proved that. So we'll stick together, old man, and if we get out of this, I'll see that you come out on top.
"Well, after Dumont cut my lines, I got out on the stern of the wreck64, above the water; with your knife I got rid of most of the diving suit, and managed to get ashore65. Two boats filled with Japs came ashore about dark, not knowing I was there. They landed, probably meaning to attack the Pelican later. But I shoved out their boats, and came aboard ship in one of them—got their rifles too."
He laughed heartily. "See here, steward—the Japs are marooned66 on the island! The Skipper is out attacking their schooner67. Meantime, we're drifting out to sea, and—what's the answer?"
"It will be—for somebody," said Dennis grimly. "Now get me something to eat."
"Yes, sir. This way, sir." The steward, still but half-conscious of what had taken place, turned toward the galley69.
At that instant a fearful yell arose from somewhere in the mist; a yell that quavered up and died quickly.
The steward halted, gazing over the starboard counter; but the ship had swung and was going out with the tide. It was over the port bow that a wild flare of light glimmered70. Dennis saw it and cried:
"The fools! They've set her afire!"
"No, sir, it's the oil!" Breathlessly the steward explained the Skipper's plan of attack. Before he had finished, the flare of light widened into a broad stream, lighting71 all the fog redly. With it sounded renewed yells—shrill piercing yells.
Then, off to one side, broke forth72 a crackle of rifles. That was the boat of the Missus, cleverly pumping bullets at the Jap ship from a wide angle. Through this burst a volume of hoarse73 shouts, followed almost at once by a single terrific detonation—the thunderous shock of which sent the Pelican reeling and shuddering74. The green-striped jar had exploded.
After that one bursting, rending75, shattering crash, a swift darkness ensued. Through this blackness pierced fragmentary glimmers76 as the scattered77 and far-flung oil blazed up here and there, only fitfully to perish again.
"Good heavens!" exclaimed Dennis, awed78 and astounded79. "Old Pontifex got more than he bargained for in that bomb, or I miss my guess!"
The Pelican was already past the scene of the explosion. What had happened there in the fog, could not be told. Whether the enemy ship had been shattered, or whether the whaleboats had themselves caught the force of the explosion, could not be discovered. All was silence and darkness from that quarter. But from far astern, lifted a chorus of faintly quavering yells as the marooned Japs on the island discovered the loss of their boats. Save for this, all was hushed and still.
"Well, steward," said Dennis in the silence. "Let's get that grub. I need it."
And the Pelican drifted out upon the tide, swinging and heaving gently to the slow swells81 that rocked up through the fog. It was an hour later that the first breath of air came—the wind which, as sailors say, always comes after death.
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n.(车轮的)辐条;轮辐;破坏某人的计划;阻挠某人的行动 v.讲,谈(speak的过去式);说;演说;从某种观点来说 | |
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