Part 11 (1/2)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

There was no time for any one to be idle on board the brig. She had received a tremendous shaking in the hurricane, and was leaking considerably. It was a wonder, indeed, that she had not gone down. To have a chance of safety, jury-masts must be got up before another breeze should come on, or she might be driven on the reefs and lost.

Jack, having searched the cabin, brought all the papers he could find to Mr Collinson. By this he discovered that the brig was the _Beatrix_, bound from New Orleans to Point a Petre in Dominique.

”Poor fellows! Some probably died from the yellow fever before the hurricane came on, and the rest, unable to shorten sail in time, must have been washed overboard when the masts were carried away, as the wind struck her,” observed Mr Collinson. ”Pray Heaven that we may be preserved; but I will not deceive you, lads; it will require all your courage and resolution to carry the vessel safely into port. We have a long pa.s.sage before us, and I will do my best to navigate her, but I can do little more.”

”And we will do our best, Mr Collinson, to obey your orders,” answered Jack Windy.

”Then, Jack, the first thing will be to get hold of a quadrant and chart, and navigation books. Without these it will be very guess-work.

Fortunately, I understand the French; so that, if they are found, there will not be much difficulty in the matter.”

As soon as Bill heard this, he hurried below, and soon returned with several books, a chart, and a quadrant.

”The first thing is to know whereabouts we are,” said the lieutenant; ”and, as it must be nearly noon, I will take an observation at once.

You must lift me up, though, lads; I am too weak to stand.”

Supported by Jack and Bill Sunnyside, the lieutenant leant against the companion-hatch, and made the required observation.

”I was only just in time, though,” he remarked. ”The sun dipped not two minutes after I got a sight of him through the instrument. There,” he said, pointing to a spot on the chart, ”is where, by my calculations, we now are. If you steer south-west, you will make Cape Saint Antonio, at the westernmost end of Cuba; but look out for the Colorados, and do not run the s.h.i.+p upon them. I tell you this, should anything happen to me.”

”But we hope, sir, nothing will happen to you,” said Jack, ”and that you will live to carry in the brig to Port Royal, before many weeks are over.”

Mr Collinson replied that he had little hopes himself of ever again seeing land.

There appeared to be no want of provisions on board, for even in the cabin a couple of hams and cheese and a cask of biscuit were found, with several other articles; and on deck was a water-b.u.t.t, which, having been tightly bunged and well secured, had escaped being washed away, or filled with salt water.

All hands now set to work to get up spars from below, and canvas, and rope. As the wind came from the northward, they were eager to make sail without loss of time. Spars were therefore secured to the stumps of the masts, and stayed up, and a couple of royals set on them. Fortunately, the rudder had escaped injury; and though, as Jack Windy observed, the brig was under-rigged, she slipped through the water at the rate of a couple of miles an hour.

”'It's a long lane that has no turning,' I've heard say,” said Bill; ”and it's a long voyage, I conclude, that has no ending; and so, I suppose, if the brig keeps afloat as long, we shall reach port at last.”

”You may well say '_if_,'” observed old Grim; ”but, to my mind, the water's coming in faster than we are likely to pump it out; and directly we get a bit of a sea on, it will play old Harry with us.”

Though old Grim grumbled on all occasions, yet he worked as hard as anybody else, and so n.o.body minded his grumbling. The very worst sort of character is the fellow who grumbles and does not work; and there are some such on board s.h.i.+ps, as well as on sh.o.r.e.

Having got up their temporary masts, they now set to work to build more permanent ones. In this, old Grim showed a good deal of skill, and ably carried out Mr Collinson's directions. Darkness put an end to their labours. They, in the mean time, however, had rigged an awning on deck, under which Mr Collinson might sleep, for they agreed that it might not be wise to remain any length of time in the cabin. Jack and Bill took one watch, and old Grim and Tommy Rebow the other.

The binnacle as well as the wheel had escaped, and, oil being found, they were able to light the lamp at night. Bill had already learned to take his trick at the helm. He was therefore able to steer part of his time during his watch; indeed, there was no great difficulty, in consequence of the small amount of sail the brig was carrying. When Jack came aft to take the helm, Bill remembered what old Grim had said.

”Don't you think it will be as well for us to try to sound the well, and see if the vessel has made more water?” he asked.

”Yes; hold on for a minute, and I will do it,” said Jack.

He came aft again in a short time.

”To my mind, she's leaking faster than is pleasant,” he observed. ”If you will stand to the helm, I will rig the pump, and see if we can't clear her a little.”

In a short time the pump was heard going. It awoke Mr Collinson.

”I thought it would be safer, sir, to keep the pump going,” sung out Jack; ”but don't be concerned about it, sir; it's just on the safe side.”