Part 14 (1/2)
”This is dreadful,” whispered Jack; ”I don't think I can stand it much longer.”
”I would give a guinea for a bottle of gingerbeer,” exclaimed Terence.
”Oh, how delicious! don't talk of such a thing. I would give ten for a pint of the dirtiest ditch-water in which a duck ever waddled,” said Jack; ”however, we must try and not think about it.”
Some hours pa.s.sed slowly by after this, when Hemming's eye was seen to brighten up.
”Is there a sail in sight?” asked Jack and Adair, who were constantly watching his looks.
”No,” he answered, ”but there is a cloud in the horizon. It is a small one, but it rises slowly in the north-west, and I trust betokens rain.
If it does not bring wind at the same time, our sufferings may be relieved.”
How anxiously all on the raft, who had yet consciousness left, watched the progress of that little cloud, at first not bigger than a man's hand. How their hearts sank within them when they thought that it had stopped, or that its course was altered; but it had not stopped, though it advanced but slowly. Still it grew, and grew, and extended wider and wider on either hand, and grew darker and darker till it formed a black canopy over their heads; and then there was a pattering, hissing noise heard over the calm sea, and down came the rain in large drops thick and fast. The men lifted up their grateful faces to heaven to catch the refres.h.i.+ng liquid in their mouths as it fell, but Hemming lowered the sail, and, ordering the men to stretch it wide, caught the rain in it, and let it run off into the breaker till that was full. Then they filled the cask which had held the biscuits, and each man took off his s.h.i.+rt, and let it get wet through and through; and eagerly they sucked the sail, so that not a drop more than could be helped of the precious fluid should be lost. Then when they found that the rain continued, each man took a draught of the pure water from the cask, which they again filled up as before by means of the sail.
”Oh, Terence, how delicious!” exclaimed Jack, drawing a deep breath.
”Nectar,” said Adair, draining a last drop in his cup. It was of a doubtful brown hue, and in reality tepid from falling on the not over clean and hot sail.
Jack and Terence learned the lesson, that the value of things can only be ascertained by being compared with others. That shower was the means sent by Providence to preserve the lives of many of those on the raft.
Some were already too far gone to benefit by it. They opened their gla.s.sy eyes, and allowed their s.h.i.+pmates to pour the water down their parched throats; they seemed to revive for a short time, but soon again sank, and some even died while the water was trickling over their cracked lips. All this time the raft was constantly surrounded by sharks. The flesh of the first caught was almost exhausted, and though dried in the sun had become rather savoury.
”Come, my lads, we must have another of those fellows,” cried Hemming, standing up, and supporting himself against the mast. ”Can any of you heave the bight of a rope over one of them?”
”I'll try, sir,” said d.i.c.k Needham, kneeling at the edge of the raft, for he had not strength to stand. How changed he was from the stout seaman he had appeared but a few days before. He made several trials in vain. Jack Shark always kept at too great a distance when the rope was thrown. At last one of the seamen took off his shoes, and, tucking up his trousers, stuck out his leg and moved it slowly backwards and forwards. The voracious shark saw the tempting bait, and made a dash at it. The seaman drew it in, and as the fish, disappointed of his prize, turned round whisking up his tail out of the water, Needham adroitly hove the rope over it. As the shark darted off d.i.c.k was very nearly drawn overboard, but the rope tightening brought up the shark; and as he turned round to ascertain what had got hold of his tail another rope was thrown over his head, and he was hauled, in spite of his plunges and struggles, on board. A few blows on the spine near the tail quickly finished him. He was soon cut up, some part of him was eaten fresh, and the rest was hung up to dry. The men would have thrown what they did not want overboard, but their commander reminded them that bad weather might come on, when they could not catch another, and that they should preserve a store for such an event. It was fortunate this forethought was shown, for that very night a strong breeze sprang up, and the frail raft was tossed up and down till there appeared every chance of its upsetting or being knocked to pieces. Happily more rain came down and refreshed them, and the clouds sheltered them from the scorching rays of the sun, or not one of them would have held out.
Sadly were their numbers reduced. Ten Englishmen and the young African chief only now remained alive. Some of them appeared almost at death's door, and they would have slipped from the raft had not their comrades held them on. Darkness again came down on the waters, and the wave-tossed raft drove onwards no one knew in what direction. The stars were hidden--they had no compa.s.s--nor, had they possessed one, was there a lantern by which to see it. Great were the horrors of that night and of two succeeding nights; still neither did the gallant Hemming nor his two younger companions allow their courage to desert them. They conversed as much as they could, they talked of their past lives, they even spoke of the future; nor did they forget to pray to Heaven for strength to support whatever might yet be in store for them. Still the wet and cold of the night, and the heat of the day, was telling fearfully on all of them.
”When do you think we shall reach the sh.o.r.e, sir?” asked Jack. ”We have been driving for a long time towards it nicely.”
”In two days if the wind holds,” answered Hemming; ”perhaps in less time we may sight it.”
But the wind did not hold. Once more they knew that they were being blown off it. Their hearts sank. They wellnigh gave way to despair.
Each of the officers took it in turns to stand up to keep a lookout for a sail or for land. Jack was standing on the top of the cask, holding on by the mast, when his eye fell on a white glittering object to the northward.
”Yes, it is! it is!” he exclaimed; ”a sail! a sail! she must be standing this way.” All but the weakest or most desponding turned their anxious eyes in the direction Jack indicated. The sight of some was already too dim to discern her, but others raised a feeble shout, and declared that she was standing close hauled towards them. How eagerly they watched her, till their anxiety became painful in the extreme. Some shouted, ”We shall be saved, we shall be saved;” but others moaned out, ”No, no, she'll not see us, she will pa.s.s us.” Hemming stood up, watching the approaching vessel. He said nothing. He was not certain that she would near them. One hour of intense anxiety pa.s.sed. There was very little wind. Another hour glided on.
”Yes, my lads, she is undoubtedly standing this way,” cried Hemming.
”But--” and he stopped. ”She may be a slaver, and if so, I know not whether we should be better off than we now are.”
”Surely, bad as they may be, they would not leave us,” said Jack.
”Don't let us be too sure of that. There is nothing too bad for slavers to do,” observed Hemming; ”however, let us hope for the best.”
The stranger approached. She had very square yards, very white canvas, and a black hull. If she was not a slaver, she looked very like one.
Still, even if they had wished it, they could not have avoided her. On she came. Her course would have taken her somewhat wide of the raft.
It was not seen apparently. Then suddenly her course was altered. Some one on board had made them out. The brig stood towards them. When she was scarcely more than half a mile off, it fell a dead calm. A boat was lowered.
”Those fellows pull in man-of-war's style,” observed Hemming. ”Grant she may be an English cruiser: but I fear not.”