Part 20 (1/2)

A stout hook, with a bit of chain to the end of a strong line, and baited with a piece of pork, was quickly got ready. Even the most apathetic of the seamen were aroused with the hopes of capturing their hated foe. A couple of running bowlines were prepared. Higson dropped the tempting morsel, and let it sink down deep, then rapidly drew it up again. Quick as lightning the shark darted at it, and down his throat it went, his jaws closing with a snap which made Higson draw up his leg.

The monster's sharp teeth, however, could not bite through the chain.

”Haul away, lads!” cried the old mate.

While Ben s.n.a.t.c.hblock slipped a running bowline over the creature's head, its tail coming to the surface, he dexterously got another round it, and, in spite of its violent struggles, it was hoisted on board.

”Stand clear of him, lads,” shouted Higson, though the men did not need the warning.

The crew seizing axes, capstan-bars, and boarding pikes, attacked the captive monster, as it lay writhing on deck, las.h.i.+ng out furiously with its tail, and every now and then opening its huge jaws, as if even then it had hopes of catching one of its a.s.sailants. It showed what it could do by biting off the head of a boarding-pike, which Ben thrust into its mouth. With wild shouts the men sprang round it, rus.h.i.+ng in, every now and then, to give it a blow with an axe or capstan-bar, and leaping back again to avoid its tail; for even though its head was nearly smashed in, that continued striking out, and las.h.i.+ng the deck as furiously as at first, till Higson came down on it with a well-aimed blow of his axe, which instantly paralysed it, and it lay motionless.

”We'll make sure, lads, he don't come to life again,” exclaimed Ben, as he set to work to chop off the tail.

The head was treated in the same way; and a number of slices being cut off the body, the remainder was thrown overboard. Murray, wondering what the hubbub was about, had come on deck, and was an amused spectator of the scene. The men no longer thought of the heat, and, in spite of it, regaled themselves heartily on shark-steaks at dinner. The capture of the shark, too, brought them good luck, they declared; for a favourable breeze shortly afterwards sprang up, and held till the northern coast of the South American continent was sighted. Before, however, Carthagena, the port at which Murray had been directed to call, first could be made, it again fell calm. He felt the delay very trying.

He had been eagerly hoping to get in by the evening, to ascertain if anything had been heard of the _Sarah Jane_, and now another whole day or more might pa.s.s before he could gain any information. The coast lay in sight, its ranges of light-blue mountains looking like clouds, rising above the horizon but proving that they were mountains by never altering their shape or position. Higson whistled as energetically as usual, but not a catspaw played over the surface of the mirror-like sea, and not an inch nearer the sh.o.r.e did the brig move during the day. The night pa.s.sed by, and the hot sun rose once more out of the still slumbering ocean. The day wore on, but no breeze came. The men, of course, were not idle. Murray had from the first exercised them at their guns, and especially in the use of the long one. He remembered the advice Admiral Triton had given to Jack Rogers, and which Jack had repeated to him--

”Don't mind throwing a few rounds of shot away; you'll make the better use of those you have remaining.”

He, accordingly, had a floating target rigged and carried out to a distance, and each day during a calm he exercised the men at it for some hours, till they learnt to handle their long gun with as much ease as the carronades.

”Though we miss that mark sometimes, we shall manage to hit a larger one without fail if it comes in our way, my lads!” he sang out, to encourage the crew as they were working away at it during the morning.

After dinner the men were allowed some time to rest, and all was quiet.

An observation showed that the brig's position had not altered since the previous noon.

”What do you make that out to be, Green?” asked Higson, the officer of the watch, who had been looking through his telescope towards the sh.o.r.e.

Green turned his gla.s.s in the same direction.

”A boat! and she must be coming towards us,” he answered, after the delay of a minute or so.

Higson sent him to report the circ.u.mstance to the commander, who at once came on deck. Various were the surmises as to what could bring the boat off to them.

”She must have had a long pull of it, at all events,” observed Higson.

”Perhaps she had the land wind, which we don't feel out here?” said Green.

”Little doubt about that. She must have some urgent cause for coming out thus far to us,” remarked Murray. ”Lower the gig, Mr Higson, and go and meet her,” he added immediately afterwards. ”The people in the boat are evidently tired with their long pull, and make but slow progress.”

The gig's crew called away--she was lowered, and Higson pulled off towards the approaching boat. Meantime, Murray walked the deck with impatient steps. Several times he stopped, and raised his gla.s.s to his eye, watching her eagerly. At length he saw that the gig had reached her. The two boats were alongside each other for a minute, and then the gig came rowing rapidly back, leaving the other behind. Murray watched her.

”There must be something of importance to make Higson hurry back at that rate,” he said to himself. ”He has brought the people from the boat, I see.”

As the gig drew nearer, he saw Higson stand up and wave his handkerchief. In a few minutes more she was near enough for him to distinguish those in her.

”Is it possible, or do my eyes deceive me?” he exclaimed. ”There's a lad in a mids.h.i.+pman's uniform. If he is not Gerald Desmond, he is wonderfully like him.”

”There can be little doubt who he is, sir,” said Green, who was standing near his commander. ”If that is not Desmond I'm a Dutchman, and the man sitting just abaft the stroke-oar is d.i.c.k Needham, who went with the youngsters in the drogher. As they are safe, it is to be hoped the rest escaped, too. I've often heard that mids.h.i.+pmen have as many lives as cats.”

”I trust, indeed, that all have been saved,” said Murray, in a grave tone. He felt too anxious to joke with Jos just then.