Part 25 (1/2)
”I am glad the captain is not close alongside,” said Jack Pendleton.
”So am I,” answered Harry, to whom this remark was made. ”We are better off by ourselves.”
”He would be sure to interfere with us. I saw him scowling at me more than once this morning. You know he don't like me.”
”Nor me, either, Jack. It will be well for both of us to keep out of his way.”
To the great delight of Clinton, more of his ”wardrobe,” as he called it, was brought ash.o.r.e. For this he was indebted to the good-natured persistence of Harry, who, though amused at the vanity of the young man from Brooklyn, felt disposed to gratify him in a harmless whim.
The two parties remained apart, the original company remaining with the captain, while four pa.s.sengers and Jack Pendleton stayed with the mate. Captain Hill showed a disposition to claim Jack, but Holdfast said, quietly: ”I think captain, Jack had better stay with me for the present, as he is company for Harry Vane.”
The captain looked dissatisfied, but was too tired to remonstrate at that time. He went to his own encampment, and indulged in liberal potations of brandy, which had the effect of sending him to sleep.
That night a violent wind sprang up. It blew from the sea inland, and though it did not affect the s.h.i.+p-wrecked parties or their encampment seriously, on account of their being screened by the intervening bluff, it had another effect which a day or two previous might have been disasterous. The ill-fated Nantucket was driven with such force against the reef that the strength of its hull was overtaxed. When the mate went to the bluff in the morning to take an observation, he was startled to find in place of the wreck a confused debris of timbers and fragments of the wreck.
As the mate was surveying the scene of ruin, Jack and Harry joined him.
”Look there, my lads!” said Holdfast. ”That's the last of the poor old Nantucket. She will never float again.”
They had known this before, but it was now impressed upon their minds forcibly, and a feeling of sadness came over the three.
”That settles it,” said Harry, giving expression to a common feeling.
”We are prisoners on the island now, and no mistake.”
”When we leave here, it won't be on the Nantucket, anyway,” said Jack.
”It is lucky this happened after we had brought our stock of provisions ash.o.r.e,” said the mate.
”Let us go down and see what these kegs and boxes contain,” suggested Harry.
So the three descended to the reef, and began to examine the articles thrown ash.o.r.e. For the most part they were of little value, though here and there were articles that might prove useful.
”Couldn't we make a raft out of the timbers of the old s.h.i.+p?” asked Jack.
”That is worth thinking of, though a raft would not do for a long voyage,” said Holdfast. ”No, but we might be picked up.”
”When the captain's party is awake it will be well for us to haul the loose timbers up to a place of safety.”
”Here's Clinton's trunk,” said Harry, bending over and recognizing the initials. ”Here is the name, 'M. C., Brooklyn.' He will be overjoyed.
Suppose we take it up between us.”
No opposition being made by Mr. Holdfast, the boys took the trunk up between them, preceding the mate. They had just reached the summit of the bluff.
”Put down that trunk!” said a stern voice.
Looking up, the boys saw that the speaker was Captain Hill.
The captain's face was of dull, brick-red, and it was clear that he had already been drinking, early as it was. Naturally the boys, on hearing his voice, put down the trunk in their surprise, but they maintained their position, one on each side of it. Of the two, Jack was the more impressed, having been one of the crew, and subject to the captain's authority on s.h.i.+pboard. Harry, as a pa.s.senger, felt more independent. Indeed, he was indignant, and ready to resist what he thought uncalled-for interference on the part of the captain.
”This is Mr. Clinton's trunk,” he said. ”We are going to carry it to him.”