"I MUST hand her over to her new owner before the end of the present month, Gerald," declared Rollo Vyse, owner of the thirty-five-feet motor-yacht Ibex, to his chum Gerald Broadmayne. "If the worst comes to the worst, I must get professional assistance. You know what that means. Never could stick a paid hand. Be a sport and bear a hand."
"When do you expect to be back?" inquired Broadmayne.
His chum felt this was a decidedly encouraging question, notwithstanding the fact that the other had used the second person plural2 instead of the first.
"Saturday evening, for an absolute cert," replied Vyse. "Glass is steady, sea calm. We'd make Southampton hands down by Friday morning, hand over the yacht and check the inventory3, and catch the first train home on the following day."
Gerald Broadmayne was a strapping4 fellow of six feet two inches. In point of age he was "rising twenty-one." By profession, he was a sub-lieutenant R.N., and having just completed a two years' commission on the East Indian Station, was already beginning to be "bored stiff" with his "little drop o' leaf," to quote the lower deck vernacular5 for the sailor's equivalent for furlough.
Existence in Fowey, even with its mild climate, was apt to be a bit tedious in November, after a prolonged spell under the tropical sun. Yachting was his hobby, although circumstances prevented him from having a small craft of his own. Almost without exception his pals7 in Fowey had laid their yachts up, and there was not much fun knocking about in the harbour or spending comfortless hours in the Channel in an open or half-decked boat.
The exception was Rollo Vyse, a lad two years his junior, two inches shorter than the Sub, but with a decided1 excess of girth. His arms and legs were massive and muscular. In spite of his ponderous8 frame he carried not an ounce of superfluous9 flesh. His big frame, hardened by almost unlimited10 physical exercise, was destitute11 of fat. He would sprint12 well and run a mile without undue13 physical distress14; swim like a South Sea Islander and dive like a duck. At school he was a terror with the gloves on. Twice in succession he was the champion athlete of the year of his school. Yet with all these accomplishments15, he was far from being brilliant in educational subjects.
Fortunately, or unfortunately (that depended upon the future), Rollo had little to worry about. It was not necessary for him to earn his own living. He had an ample allowance, provided he kept within the bounds of prudence—which he generally did. In due course, Rollo Vyse would become head of a huge coal combine, when his sole responsibility consisted in affixing16 his signature to the Annual Report.
Nineteen fellows out of twenty so situated17 would have gone to the dogs. Not so Rollo Vyse. A thorough sportsman, he had no use for companions whose chief aim was to "sow their wild oats." He meant to enjoy himself—to make the very best out of his youth—and he did.
His favourite pastime was yachting. He did not take it up as a sport. Yacht racing18 did not appeal to him. It was the lure19 of the sea that held him. The greatest of the few outstanding disappointments of his early youth was his father's refusal to let him go to sea, either in the Royal Navy through Dartmouth College, or in the Mercantile Marine20 through that strictly-disciplined yet withal happily-run training-ship, the Conway.
Vyse was a yachtsman of the modern school. He knew little about cutters, yawls, and ketches. Seamanship in such he was ignorant of. He never had to handle a craft under sail alone. He had never experienced the thrills of a short thresh to wind'ard with a weather-going tide.
His first craft was the Ibex, an out-and-out power boat. Thirty-five feet over all, with a beam of six feet and a maximum draught21 of three-feet-eight, the Ibex was propelled with a pair of petrol motors giving her a speed of about eleven knots.
Her accommodation consisted of a spacious23 fo'c'sle with two "pipe-rail" cots; a saloon with settees on either side and a swinging table on the centre line; abaft24 a small galley25, separated from the engine-room by a steel bulkhead with a sliding door that was supposed to be water-tight. The engine-room was large in proportion to the size of the boat, being nearly nine feet in length, with a narrow, railed-off gangway between the twin motors. Abaft the motor-room was a "sunk" deckhouse, containing the wheel and the engine-room controls. Right aft a large open cockpit with a short deck and coamings.
For nearly a twelvemonth the Ibex was Rollo Vyse's pride and delight. She was a good sea-boat, her engines had never once let her owner down. "Vyse's luck" was almost proverbial in Fowey. If he said he would return to harbour on a certain day, he always did so, although on some occasions the Polruan fishermen shook their heads as they climbed the hill and gazed towards the surf-swept Gribben. "That there motyboat'll drown 'un sure as sure," they would declare; but the sight of the Ibex pounding the heavy seas as she passed the rocky ledges26 around Punch's Cross, and entered the land-locked harbour, compelled them to admit that for the present their cheerful prognostications were somewhat adrift.
But into Rollo Vyse's Eden had arrived the serpent under the name of one Jim Vardo—a good fellow and all that sort of thing, according to Rollo's admission. Vardo without the Spitfire was quite all right. It was Vardo with the Spitfire that upset Rollo.
Why? Simply because the Spitfire did twelve and a half knots to the Ibex's eleven.
Vyse was not a racing man as far as marine motoring went, but when the Spitfire seemed to make a point of going almost everywhere the Ibex went, and overhauled27 her every time, there was a supercilious28, self-satisfied look upon Vardo's face that made even easy-going Rollo Vyse squirm.
"Wait till I get him out in a stiff sou'wester," muttered Rollo. "I'll knock spots off his old orange-box."
But that opportunity never came, for the simple reason that Vardo hadn't the real love of the sea. He himself admitted that he was cautious; Rollo with characteristic bluntness declared that Vardo was "white-livered." At any rate, the Spitfire never showed her nose beyond the mouth of Ready Money Cove29 when there were white horses in the Channel.
The fact that in smooth water the Spitfire could show her heels to the Ibex decided the latter's fate. Vyse decided to sell her and purchase another motor-cruiser, larger, more powerfully-engined and capable of developing fifteen and a half knots. Then Jim Vardo's loose-lipped, mealy-mouthed features wouldn't wear that fatuous31 grin.
Accordingly, the Ibex was sold to a Southampton yachtsman, subject to delivery at that port; and now arose the problem how Vyse was to get her round.
It was late in the year. His chums rather jibbed at the suggestion that they should form a crew. Had it been Cowes week they would have clamoured for the vacant berth32; for although the Ibex was arranged as a single-hander, and Rollo often had taken her out alone, the passage between Fowey and the Wight was rather too long for a one-man show.
Rollo was getting jumpy. November was well advanced. No amateur help was forthcoming. He was about to take the unwelcome step of engaging a professional hand when a deus ex machina in the person of Sub-Lieutenant Gerald Broadmayne appeared upon the scene.
It did not take Broadmayne long to make up his mind. The ability to make a quick decision on points that require unerring judgment34 is a characteristic of the naval35 man who hopes to make a name for himself in his profession.
"Right-o; I'll come," he replied. "When do you get under way?"
"In an hour's time," said Vyse promptly36, lest too prolonged an interval37 might afford his new shipmate an opportunity to change his mind. "Provisions and petrol are on board. I'll have to lay in some fresh tack39, though. Heaps of bedding, too. All you'll want is your kit40."
"I'll be at Whitehouse Steps in half an hour," declared the Sub. "Must slip off on my motorbike and tell my people that Little Gerry is off on the high seas and pack up a few things."
"And I'll do the same," added Rollo; "although my governor's been expecting to hear that I've actually cleared every day for the last fortnight. You're a real pal6, old man. Thanks awfully41."
Prompt to time, the chums met at the prearranged spot. The Sub was rigged out in white sweater, grey flannel42 "bags" and rubber shoes. Across his shoulder was thrown a black pegamoid oilskin. A suit-case containing clothes of sufficient respectability to enable him to return by train lay at his feet.
Vyse appeared in a thick blue sweater, pilot coat and trousers, the bottoms of the latter garment being rolled over a pair of india-rubber sea-boots.
"Rest of my gear's already on board," he remarked as they descended43 the steps to the dinghy. "We're going to have a topping run if this weather holds. How about making an all-night run? We'd be inside the Wight before morning."
"I'm game," replied Broadmayne, dumping his suit-case in the stern sheets of the dinghy.
It was a short distance to row out to the moorings on which the Ibex lay. The motor yacht, riding to the first of the young flood, looked smart and seamanlike45 in the afternoon sunlight. From the short, slender mast fluttered the club burgee, hoisted46 for the last time on that particular craft. A loose-footed lugsail and small foresail formed the sum-total of the yacht's canvas. Vyse rarely made use of the sails, since the motors never gave trouble. In the event of a mechanical breakdown47, the Ibex might do four miles an hour with the wind abaft the beam; but with her light draught she would sag33 to lee'ard like a barrel.
Rollo disappeared into the motor-room, leaving his chum to stow his gear and make the dinghy fast alongside. Bitter experience in the shape of a painter getting hopelessly foul48 of one of the propellers50 had prompted this course. Not until the yacht was forging ahead would the dinghy be allowed to tow astern.
First one, then both of the motors began to purr rhythmically51. Vyse appeared on deck, gave a perfunctory glance over the side to see that the circulating pumps were working, and nodded to his companion.
"Let go!" he exclaimed.
With a splash and a rattle52 of chain, the mooring44 buoy53 was dropped. Slowly the Ibex drifted upstream until Vyse from his post in the wheelhouse could see the buoy bobbing twenty feet from the bows.
Putting the helm over, Rollo pulled both levers into the ahead position. Instantly the little craft shot forward, cleared her buoy and headed for the open sea.
"No, she'll tow astern," was the reply. "There's no sea to speak of outside. Give her plenty of painter."
Broadmayne did so. This done, he lighted a cigarette and took up a position slightly in the wake of the helmsman.
Neither spoke55 much. Both enjoyed the lift of the following waves as the keen bows of the Ibex cleft56 the dancing waters. They were afloat with a definite object in view. For the present, nothing else mattered.
Rollo Vyse was too good an engineer to attempt to run the motors all out. For one thing, it was bad for the bearings if the engines were run "all out" for any length of time, and he wasn't anxious to deliver the Ibex to her new owner with her anatomy57 resembling a box of chattering58 scrap59 iron. For another, he did not wish to cover the one hundred and thirty miles between Fowey and the Wight at such a speed that the Ibex would be in the narrow waters of the Solent before sunrise. What he aimed for, was to reach Southampton before noon, thus giving ample time to perform the necessary formalities connected with the handing over of the yacht.
The Start was abeam60 just as the sun was setting. The Ibex gave that dangerous headland with its treacherous61 overfalls a wide berth, and shaped a course to pass seven miles to the south'ard of that nightmare to cautious mariners—Portland Bill.
It was a warm, almost balmy night. The thick clouds, acting62 as a blanket, totally obscured the stars, but kept the temperature remarkably63 high for the time of year. All the same, after having shared a meal on deck, the two chums were glad to don oilskins and mufflers before undertaking64 their long vigil.
"Aren't you funky65 of going into the motor-room with that?" inquired Broadmayne, as Rollo appeared from an examination of the oil gauges66 of the automatic lubricators, his features glowing in the glare of a lighted cigarette.
"Goodness—no," replied the other, with a laugh. "Haven't you ever seen a fellow shove a lighted cigarette into a full tin of petrol?"
"Haven't and don't want to," replied the cautious Sub.
"Well, it's not the petrol; it's the petrol fumes67 that are the danger," continued Vyse. "There's far more danger from the fumes in an empty petrol can than there is in a full one. The motor-room is well ventilated and there are trays to catch any drops from the carburettors, so you see I am careful.... Aren't the engines going beautifully? Eight hundred revs68., and hardly any vibration69."
For the next two hours the two sat perched on the low bulkhead on the after side of the wheelhouse, Vyse occasionally touching70 the wheel to correct the vessel71's slight tendency to fall off to starboard.
"We ought to spot Portland Light very soon," he remarked. "That is, unless there's local fog about."
"I'll look," said Broadmayne, unstrapping his binoculars72.
Steadying himself with legs set widely apart, the Sub stood erect73 upon the roof of the wheelhouse.
"Nothing in sight yet," he announced.
The next instant the Ibex trembled under a violent shock. For the moment she seemed to lose way. Broadmayne, thrown off his balance, pitched forward, falling at full length upon the coach-roof over the motor-room. There he lay, grabbing at the low brass74 railing, until, feeling a bit dazed and shaken, he made his way aft.
"What's up?" he inquired breathlessly.
"Hit a bit of wreckage75, I think," replied Rollo. "Gave her a bit of a biff. You're not hurt? Good, I thought you'd stove-in your deadlights, old man, by the way you fell."
His anxiety relieved concerning his chum, Rollo Vyse's next thoughts were for the yacht. As far as he knew, the Ibex had not fouled76 either of her propellers. Evidently her forefoot had thrust down the submerged object sufficiently77 to enable the cut-away stern to clear.
"Hang on to the wheel a jiffy while I go below and have a look round," he said; and, picking up an electric torch from a rack in the wheelhouse, he dived below.
He was gone some time—nearly a quarter of an hour. When he reappeared, he reported that the boat was not making any water beyond a slight trickle78 through the stern gland79 of the starboard propeller49.
"I think she must have given her prop22. a bash," he added. "There's an unusual noise as if the shaft80 isn't running true. You can't hear it from here."
"There's Portland Light!" exclaimed Broadmayne, as four pin-pricks of white appeared on the port bow. "Rather close in, aren't we?"
"Indraught, perhaps," replied his chum. "We'll stand out a bit. South eighty east will do."
The Sub made the necessary alteration81 in helm. Midnight passed. Portland Light was drawing abeam. According to Vyse's calculations, it ought to have been passed a couple of hours earlier.
"Guess there's a hot tide against us," he remarked. "Or, perhaps we aren't doing nine knots. It's all right so far; we've an ample margin82."
The sea had now grown distinctly agitated83, although there was little or no wind. Rollo put it down to the backwash from Portland Race, the roar of which was distinctly audible—a disconcerting noise on a dark night. "Now we're closing the Shambles84 Lightship. We ought soon to pick up Anvil85 Point. I'll have another look round below and then I'll bring up some hot drinks."
Instead of going down the engine-room hatchway, as before, Vyse made his way for'ard, gaining the saloon direct by means of another hatch. Above the gentle purr of the motors the loud buzzing of a Primus stove was borne to the Sub's ears, a grateful and comforting sound that gave promise of something piping hot within the next ten minutes.
Glancing at his watch, Broadmayne was rather surprised to find that it was nearly two o'clock. By means of rough compass bearings he calculated that the Ibex was about eight miles S.W. by W. of St. Albans. A few minutes later the two powerful lights ashore86 were blotted87 out.
About that time a vessel showing white and green navigation lamps passed at not less than a mile away. It was too dark to see what she was like, but the muffled88 pulsations of an internal combustion89 engine were distinctly audible.
A dazzling light from the Ibex's motor-room suddenly attracted the Sub's attention. Peering down the half-open hatchway he expected to see Vyse doing inspection90 work with his electric torch.
To his surprise, he saw that the light came from under the port engine—a steady flare91 of yellow light that was already licking the sides of the cylinders92.
Before Broadmayne could utter a warning shout the steady flame developed into a sheet of fire. A blast of hot air tinged93 with tongues of ruddy flame shot up through the open hatchway. Yet Vyse gave no indication that he was aware of the peril94.
Quitting the wheel, the Sub dashed for'ard. He could see his chum, sublimely95 unconscious of the inferno96 raging the other side of the steel bulkhead, crouching97 over the sizzling frying-pan on the Primus stove.
"Fire in the motor-room!" shouted Broadmayne. "Where are the Pyrenes?"
Even then Rollo showed no great haste until looking up he caught a glimpse of the Sub's startled face.
"All right!" he bawled—shouting was the only means of making himself heard with the roar of the atmospheric98 gas stove. "All right. They're in there. I'll get them."
With that he shot back the sliding door in the metal bulkhead. A blast of hot air and flames sent him backwards99, half-dazed. Involuntarily he raised one hand to protect his eyes; then backing through the compartment100 next the seat of the fire, he gained the saloon.
He had left the bulkhead door open. A tongue of fire licked the panelled ceiling of the saloon. Madly he turned, swarmed101 up the ladder and gained the open air.
Seeing his chum safe, the Sub did the best possible thing. Descending102 into the saloon, he fought his way to the bulkhead and closed the door. Then emerging by the same way he had entered, he ran aft over the already excessively hot cabin top and closed the engine-room hatchway. There was a chance—a hundred to one chance—that the flames might die out through lack of oxygen.
"Come aft!" shouted Broadmayne.
Vyse, now gaining more control over himself, obeyed. By now the motors had ceased to function. The flames, igniting the petrol in the carburettors, had melted the unions of the petrol-pipes. Instead of the inflammable spirit mixing with air and exploding within the cylinders—as it ought to do, two steady streams were pouring direct from the tanks, to add fresh fuel to the flames.
"Thirty gallons in the tanks!" shouted Rollo in reply to his companion's unspoken question. "I'll go for'ard and turn off the taps. We'll be blown sky-high if we don't."
He placed one foot on the coaming before hoisting103 himself over the roof of the wheel-house. As he did so, the motor-room skylight blew out with a loud report, sending a pillar of flame-tinged smoke a full thirty feet into the air, and throwing every part of the deck into bold relief by reason of the dazzling light.
"That's done it!" shouted Rollo. "We can't save her now. The dinghy, old man!"
At first the Sub could see no sign of the tender. He fully30 expected to see her trailing astern, but as the burning Ibex had lost all way the dinghy had ranged up alongside the starboard side.
There was no time to save anything. Casting off the painter, Broadmayne shouted to his companion to look alive. Vyse leapt into the dinghy, the Sub followed, giving a vigorous push as he sat down and sending the little cockleshell clear of the floating inferno.
"Where's the other scull?" demanded Broadmayne anxiously.
There was only one in the dinghy. By some means one had been lost overboard. How or when, they knew not; nor could they waste time in forming conjectures104; and since there was no sculling-notch in the transom, the only way to propel the little craft was by paddling with alternate strokes on either side.
It was slow work; but not before the dinghy was fifty yards away from the burning Ibex did the Sub boat his oar38.
"Now what's to be done?" he inquired.
"Wait and see the last of her," replied Vyse. "Luckily, she's fully insured."
"You'll be lucky if you are alive to draw the money," thought Broadmayne, for it was a most unenviable position to be in. Ten miles from land, and almost every foot of that land a frowning, surf-swept cliff, Portland Race to the west'ard and St. Albans Race waiting for them if they attempted to close the land. Although the wind was light, almost a flat calm, there was a steady swell105, indicating a strong breeze, perhaps a gale106, before very long. Overhead, save for the ruddy glare from the fiercely burning yacht, it was as black as pitch. Not a star was visible. It was only by remembering that the faint breeze came from the west'ard (and it might back or veer107 at any time) could any sense of direction be maintained.
In silence the two chums watched the passing of the Ibex. Amidships, flames were pouring fifty feet into the air. The coach-roof and part of the top strikes had gone to feed the flames, the cracking of woodwork adding to the roar of the burning petrol. Sizzling embers were falling like sparks from a dying squib, hissing109 as they dropped into the water. It was a question as to what would happen first: whether the hull110, burned to the water's edge, would founder111 before the fire reached the fuel tanks.
Suddenly there was a terrific flash that, compared with the raging flames, was like an arc-lamp and a candle. Almost immediately after came a stupendous roar, like the discharge of a warship's broadside. In the midst of the up-flung volcano of flame appeared the whole of the forepart of the cabin top. With apparent slowness it turned over and over until it fell with a loud splash within twenty yards of the dinghy. Then, with a hiss108 like the last defiant112 note of a dying viper113, the last of the burning wreckage disappeared from view, leaving the dinghy tossing aimlessly on the heavy waters, surrounded by a pall114 of darkness that was rendered all the more opaque115 by the sudden transition from the blazing light.
"What's the time?" inquired Vyse, breaking the silence.
"Half-past two."
"And daylight's not till about seven—four and a half hours. Well, what's the programme? What's the coast like hereabouts?"
"Precious few landing-places," replied the Sub. "Lulworth Cove, Chapman Pool and perhaps Warborough Bay. Might make one of 'em; but the chances are we'd fetch up on Kimmeridge Ledges. The closer inshore we get, the more likely we are to encounter short steep seas. Best keep well out till dawn."
"Perishing cold job," grumbled117 Rollo, who, before going below for the last time had discarded his oilskin coat. Fortunately for him, the Sub still wore his pegamoid. "And it's not much use talking about getting ashore. We can't row ten miles with one scull."
"That's so," agreed Broadmayne soberly. "I vote we paddle. Take quarter of an hour spells. That'll keep us warm. The fellow who isn't paddling can wear my oilskin coat. Wish we'd had our grub before we started on this little cruise in a tub."
"Luckily we have plenty to smoke," remarked Vyse. "Have a cigarette?"
The word cigarette brought the Sub's thoughts back to the disaster.
"Wonder how the fire started?" he asked. "You weren't in the motor-room at all, were you?"
"No," replied Rollo. "Not the last time. I meant to go directly we'd had something to eat. It's just possible that when we bumped against that lump of wreckage the jar might have started one of the petrol pipes. And then it might be anything: short circuit of one of the high tension wires, for example."
Slowly—painfully slowly—the hours sped. In spite of frequent spells at the scull Vyse felt the cold acutely; more so than did his companion, for he had been rather badly scorched118 about the face, and the night air irritated rather than soothed119 the sting.
Once, when a gentle breeze sprang up, they thrust a stretcher through the arms of the pegamoid coat and lashed120 it to the oar, stepping the latter as a mast. For about twenty minutes the dinghy maintained a steady rate of progress. Broadmayne entertained hopes of making either Swanage Bay or the sandy shore of Bournemouth Bay. Then the wind died utterly121 away.
"What's the time?" inquired Vyse, for the thirtieth time at least.
"Quarter-past six," replied the Sub, without making the least effort to stifle122 a prodigious123 yawn.
"Another three-quarters of an hour before dawn," muttered Rollo. "There's a light astern."
Broadmayne looked.
"Shambles Lightship," he declared. "It's clearing a bit. We haven't made much progress. The tide must be setting to the west'ard. Hello, what's that?"
"What's what?" asked Vyse, following the direction of' his companion's outstretched arm. "Can't see anything."
"There, about a hundred yards off. By Jove, it's a ship."
"It is, by smoke!" admitted Rollo.
"No lights. She's not making way," continued the Sub, speaking more to himself than to his chum. "Strange—decidedly so. Abandoned, perhaps."
"Listen!" exclaimed Vyse. "Voices."
Without replying, Broadmayne seized the paddle and commenced to propel the dinghy in the direction of the mysterious vessel. For mysterious she undoubtedly124 was. No ordinary craft would be lying without way and showing no riding-light. Smugglers, perhaps, but to Gerald Broadmayne it meant shelter—any port in a storm.
It was slow work. Ten minutes' frantic125 work with the scull brought the dinghy close under the strange vessel's starboard quarter.
"Nothing in sight, sir!" exclaimed a deep voice.
"By Jove! she'll be forging ahead in half a shake," thought the Sub, and, throwing down his oar, he hailed the unknown craft: "Ship ahoy! Throw us a line!"
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