Part 8 (2/2)
”That Dollie Ramsdell was an awfully nice girl,” said the tall man.
When the coldness of the sea night came to them, the freckled man found he could by a peculiar movement of his legs and arms encase himself in his bathing-dress. The tall man was compelled to whistle and s.h.i.+ver. As night settled finally over the sea, red and green lights began to dot the blackness. There were mysterious shadows between the waves.
”I see things comin',” murmured the freckled man.
”I wish I hadn't ordered that new dress-suit for the hop to-morrow night,” said the tall man reflectively.
The sea became uneasy and heaved painfully, like a lost bosom, when little forgotten heart-bells try to chime with a pure sound. The voyagers cringed at magnified foam on distant wave crests. A moon came and looked at them.
”Somebody's here,” whispered the freckled man.
”I wish I had an almanac,” remarked the tall man, regarding the moon.
Presently they fell to staring at the red and green lights that twinkled about them.
”Providence will not leave us,” a.s.serted the freckled man.
”Oh, we'll be picked up shortly. I owe money,” said the tall man.
He began to thrum on an imaginary banjo.
”I have heard,” said he, suddenly, ”that captains with healthy s.h.i.+ps beneath their feet will never turn back after having once started on a voyage. In that case we will be rescued by some s.h.i.+p bound for the golden seas of the south. Then, you'll be up to some of your confounded devilment and we'll get put off. They'll maroon us! That's what they'll do! They'll maroon us! On an island with palm trees and sun-kissed maidens and all that. Sun-kissed maidens, eh? Great! They'd--”
He suddenly ceased and turned to stone. At a distance a great, green eye was contemplating the sea wanderers.
They stood up and did another dance. As they watched the eye grew larger.
Directly the form of a phantom-like s.h.i.+p came into view. About the great, green eye there bobbed small yellow dots. The wanderers could hear a far-away creaking of unseen tackle and flapping of shadowy sails. There came the melody of the waters as the s.h.i.+p's prow thrust its way.
The tall man delivered an oration.
”Ha!” he exclaimed, ”here come our rescuers. The brave fellows! How I long to take the manly captain by the hand! You will soon see a white boat with a star on its bow drop from the side of yon s.h.i.+p. Kind sailors in blue and white will help us into the boat and conduct our wasted frames to the quarter-deck, where the handsome, bearded captain, with gold bands all around, will welcome us. Then in the hard-oak cabin, while the wine gurgles and the Havanas glow, we'll tell our tale of peril and privation.”
The s.h.i.+p came on like a black hurrying animal with froth-filled maw.
The two wanderers stood up and clasped hands. Then they howled out a wild duet that rang over the wastes of sea.
The cries seemed to strike the s.h.i.+p.
Men with boots on yelled and ran about the deck. They picked up heavy articles and threw them down. They yelled more. After hideous creakings and flappings, the vessel stood still.
In the meantime the wanderers had been chanting their song for help.
Out in the blackness they beckoned to the s.h.i.+p and coaxed.
A voice came to them.
”h.e.l.lo,” it said.
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