Part 12 (1/2)

Leaning upon the shattered taff-rail they seemed to be conversing together as quietly and unconcernedly as though they were unconscious of the deadly peril which surrounded them.

As the signal light flickered over them, we could see from the sh.o.r.e that these immutable strangers wore red fezes, and that their faces were of a swarthy, large-featured type, which proclaimed an Eastern origin.

There was little time, however, for us to take note of such details.

The s.h.i.+p was breaking rapidly, and some effort must be made to save the poor, sodden group of humanity who implored our a.s.sistance.

The nearest lifeboat was in the Bay of Luce, ten long miles away, but here was our own broad, roomy craft upon the s.h.i.+ngle, and plenty of brave fisher lads to form a crew. Six of us sprang to the oars, the others pushed us off, and we fought our way through the swirling, raging waters, staggering and recoiling before the great, sweeping billows, but still steadily decreasing the distance between the barque and ourselves.

It seemed, however, that our efforts were fated to be in vain.

As we mounted upon a surge I saw a giant wave, topping all the others, and coming after them like a driver following a flock, sweep down upon the vessel, curling its great, green arch over the breaking deck.

With a rending, riving sound the s.h.i.+p split in two where the terrible, serrated back of the Hansel reef was sawing into her keel. The after-part, with the broken mizzen and the three Orientals, sank backwards into deep water and vanished, while the fore-half oscillated helplessly about, retaining its precarious balance upon the rocks.

A wail of fear went up from the wreck and was echoed from the beach, but by the blessing of Providence she kept afloat until we made our way under her bowsprit and rescued every man of the crew.

We had not got half-way upon our return, however, when another great wave swept the shattered forecastle off the reef, and, extinguis.h.i.+ng the signal light, hid the wild denouement from our view.

Our friends upon the sh.o.r.e were loud in congratulation and praise, nor were they backward in welcoming and comforting the castaways. They were thirteen in all, as cold and cowed a set of mortals as ever slipped through Death's fingers, save, indeed, their captain, who was a hardy, robust man, and who made light of the affair.

Some were taken off to this cottage and some to that, but the greater part came back to Branksome with us, where we gave them such dry clothes as we could lay our hands on, and served them with beef and beer by the kitchen fire. The captain, whose name was Meadows, compressed his bulky form into a suit of my own, and came down to the parlour, where he mixed himself some grog and gave my father and myself an account of the disaster.

”If it hadn't been for you, sir, and your brave fellows,” he said, smiling across at me, ”we should be ten fathoms deep by this time. As to the _Belinda_, she was a leaky old tub and well insured, so neither the owners nor I are likely to break our hearts over her.”

”I am afraid,” said my father sadly, ”that we shall never see your three pa.s.sengers again. I have left men upon the beach in case they should be washed up, but I fear it is hopeless. I saw them go down when the vessel split, and no man could have lived for a moment among that terrible surge.”

”Who were they?” I asked. ”I could not have believed that it was possible for men to appear so unconcerned in the face of such imminent peril.”

”As to who they are or were,” the captain answered, puffing thoughtfully at his pipe, ”that is by no means easy to say. Our last port was Kurrachee, in the north of India, and there we took them aboard as pa.s.sengers for Glasgow. Ram Singh was the name of the younger, and it is only with him that I have come in contact, but they all appeared to be quiet, inoffensive gentlemen. I never inquired their business, but I should judge that they were Pa.r.s.ee merchants from Hyderabad whose trade took them to Europe. I could never see why the crew should fear them, and the mate, too, he should have had more sense.”

”Fear them I!” I e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed in surprise.

”Yes, they had some preposterous idea that they were dangerous s.h.i.+pmates. I have no doubt if you were to go down into the kitchen now you would find that they are all agreed that our pa.s.sengers were the cause of the whole disaster.”

As the captain was speaking the parlour door opened and the mate of the barque, a tall, red-bearded sailor, stepped in. He had obtained a complete rig-out from some kind-hearted fisherman, and looked in his comfortable jersey and well-greased seaboots a very favourable specimen of a s.h.i.+pwrecked mariner.

With a few words of grateful acknowledgment of our hospitality, he drew a chair up to the fire and warmed his great, brown hands before the blaze.

”What d'ye think now, Captain Meadows?” he asked presently, glancing up at his superior officer. ”Didn't I warn you what would be the upshot of having those n.i.g.g.e.rs on board the _Belinda_?”

The captain leant back in his chair and laughed heartily.

”Didn't I tell you?” he cried, appealing to us. ”Didn't I tell you?”

”It might have been no laughing matter for us,” the other remarked petulantly. ”I have lost a good sea-kit and nearly my life into the bargain.”

”Do I understand you to say,” said I, ”that you attribute your misfortunes to your ill-fated pa.s.sengers?”

The mate opened his eyes at the adjective.