Part 25 (1/2)
This work was hardly finished when Walter came below with the information that the two men were leaving the key, and Bob and Joe hurried on deck, for it was by no means certain some demonstrations against the steamer would not be made.
In this, however, they were happily mistaken. Neither he with the red nose nor the Mexican had any idea of trusting their precious bodies within reach of possible harm; but they stopped the boat fifty or sixty yards away while the leader shouted:
”Do you still say that you won't lift a hand toward helpin' the brig off the shoal?”
”There's nothin' we're able to do,” Bob replied. ”The tug is as useless as a raft, an' it'll be three weeks at the very soonest before the screw can be turned. I'm willin', though, to say we wouldn't help you if we could, so it's no use to do any chinnin'!”
The red-nosed man appeared to think that some vent for his anger was absolutely necessary, and he catered to this feeling by shaking his fist threateningly, after which the two rowed out of the cove.
”I don't reckon them kind of monkey-s.h.i.+nes will do us much harm,” Bob said philosophically as he walked slowly aft to where Joe had recommenced his long task of repairing the engine, as if time was too precious to be wasted on such villains as those in the boat.
”If they're wise we sha'n't see so much as their noses again,” the engineer said. ”This craft wouldn't be of any service if we should offer to give her up, and the scoundrels ought to be in too much of a hurry to leave the vicinity, where the schooner from Na.s.sau may put in at any moment, to waste much time on spite-work!”
”I reckon you're about right; but at the same time, it stands us in hand to be ready if they should take it into their ugly heads to kick up a row. After we've made sure they're really gone I'll take two of the boys ash.o.r.e an' bring off a cask of water. It's got to be done before we can leave, an' now's as good a time as any.”
There was nothing the remainder of the crew could do to help Joe, however disposed they might be for the task, and he made no objection to the plan.
The yawl was lowered, an empty cask put on board, and, with Harry in the stern-sheets, Bob and Jim pulled the little craft out toward the open water until it was possible to see the enemy fully a mile away as they rowed around the key.
”We're all right now,” Bob said after one glance at the two men.
”There's no chance of them villains getting back before we fill the cask; so head her for the sh.o.r.e, lad.”
It was a difficult job to get the water-b.u.t.t, after it had been filled, from the spring to the boat, and the forenoon was well-nigh spent when the task had been accomplished. The only thing in the laborers' favor was the fact that the sun no longer sent down such fervent rays upon the parched land. At about ten o'clock clouds began to gather, and had continued to do so until the entire heavens were covered as by a veil, much to Bob's disquietude.
”There's more than rain in them, lads,” he said with an ominous shake of the head when they emerged from the thicket with the unwieldy burden.
”If I ain't 'way out of my reckonin' we'll get a capful of wind from the east before mornin', an' the Sea Bird stands a slim chance of keepin'
off the sh.o.r.e.”
”With both anchors down I don't see how any harm can come to her, no matter how much of a gale we have,” Harry replied as he gazed toward the trim little steamer, which was moored so securely bow and stern.
”I'm afeared you'll have a chance of seein' how it can be done. This sandy bottom ain't the best holdin'-ground for an anchor, an' once she begins to drag nothin' can stop her. Howsomever,” he added in a more cheerful tone, ”we needn't croak till the trouble comes; but it's best to get aboard lively an' make preparations for a dirty night. It won't take much of a wind to knock the brig to pieces if she's on the outer edge of the shoal, so we can reckon on that red-nosed villain an' his mates comin' ash.o.r.e about sunset.”
It was necessary for the rowers to exert all their skill and strength on the oars to prevent the yawl from being swamped during the return to the steamer. Already had the sea begun to rise, and the white-capped waves which now beat heavily against the sh.o.r.e gave token of what force they would exert when roused to fury by the east wind, which was causing the trees to wave helplessly to and fro against the gray sky.
The little boat was loaded to the gunwales, and despite every effort the green water rushed in over the rail very often, much to Harry's alarm. By pulling around to the starboard bow of the steamer, where they would be partially sheltered from both wind and wave, it was possible to get the heavy cask on board without mishap, after which the yawl was hooked on the falls and hoisted up; otherwise she would speedily have been stove to pieces against the larger craft.
”It looks as if we were to have a bad night,” Joe said when the work was finished and all hands went aft once more.
”The worst we could have,” Bob replied gloomily. ”The chances are the steamer will be driven ash.o.r.e, and there's no question about those villains leaving the brig; so unless this wind takes a different slant before sunset we can count on bein' penned up on the island with them as jolly companions. But we can't afford to moon 'round very long tellin'
what's goin' to happen, for there's plenty of work to be done. The awnin' must be taken down an' the cables overhauled.”
Then he called for the boys to ”bear a hand,” and soon all were busily preparing for what was apparently the inevitable.
By the time the deck had been cleared and everything made snug the Sea Bird was dancing about like a cork, flinging the spray fore and aft as she came up on the cables with a thud that caused the timbers to creak, or plunging her bow under until the deck was awash.
At five o'clock in the afternoon the gale was full upon them, coming directly out of the east, and so furiously did the little craft toss and pitch that Bob took the precaution of stretching life-lines fore and aft. The cables had been slackened to give plenty of scope; but she overrode the bow anchor until one would have fancied, from the savage jerks which the steamer gave, that it had been hove short.