Part 22 (1/2)
It was left to Hozier to solve a problem that threatened to develop into a disastrous brawl. Danger sharpens a brave man's wits, but love makes him fey. To succor Iris was now his sole concern. He swung a couple of the excited sailors out of his way and managed to stem the torrent of c.o.ke's futile curses.
”Give in to them!” he cried eagerly. ”Tell them they are going ash.o.r.e in the creek. That will stop the racket. If they listen to me, I can still find a means of escape.”
”Avast yelpin', you swabs!” bellowed c.o.ke. ”D'ye want to let every bally sojer on the island know where you are? We're makin' for the creek. Will _that_ please you? Now, Mr. Norrie, let her rip!”
The head of the launch swung toward the protecting shadows. The men knew the bearings of Cotton-Tree Bay, so the angry voices yielded to selfish thought. If it was to be _sauve qui peut_ when the vessel grounded, there was ample room for thought, seeing that each man's probable fate would be that of a mad dog.
Hozier seized the precious respite. He spoke loudly enough that all should hear, and he began with a rebuke.
”I am sorry that those of us who are left should have disgraced the fine record set up by the _Andromeda's_ crew since the s.h.i.+p struck,” he said. ”Your messmates who fell fighting would hardly believe St. Peter himself if he told them that we were on the verge of open mutiny. I am ashamed of you. Let us have no more of that sort of thing. Sink or swim, we must pull together.”
There was some discordant muttering, but he gained one outspoken adherent.
”Bully for you!” said the man who had suggested tree-climbing as an expedient.
”Shut up!” was the wrathful answer. ”You've made plenty of row already. I only hope you have not attracted attention on the island.
You may not have been heard, owing to the disturbance on the other side, but no thanks to any of you for that. Our skipper's first notion was to put to sea. Wasn't it natural? Do you want to be hunted over Fernando Noronha at daybreak? But he would have seen the uselessness of trying to slip the cruiser before the launch had gone a cable's length. Now, here is a scheme that strikes me as workable. At any rate, it offers a forlorn hope. There is a sharp bend in the creek just where the tidal water ends. I fancy the launch will float a little higher up, but we must risk it. We will take her in, uns.h.i.+p the mast, tie a few boughs and vines on the funnel, and not twenty search-lights will find us.”
A rumble of approving murmurs showed that he had scotched the dragon.
It was even ready to become subservient again. He continued rapidly:
”No vessel of deep draught can come close in sh.o.r.e from the east. The cruiser will have the Grand-pere rock abeam within an hour, but, to make sure, two of you will climb the ridge and watch her movements.
The rest will load up every available inch of s.p.a.ce with wood and water and food. How can we win clear of Fernando Noronha without fuel? It is a hundred to one that the launch would not steam twenty miles on her present coal supply. Such as it is, we must keep it for an emergency, even if we are compelled to tear up the deck and dismantle the cabin.”
”Talks like a book!” snorted c.o.ke, and some of the men grinned sheepishly.
Hozier was coolly reminding them of those vital things which frenzy had failed wholly to take into account. Confidence was reborn in them.
They wanted to cheer this fearless young officer who seemed to forget nothing, but the island promontories were so close at hand that perforce they were dumb.
The simplicity of the project was its best recommendation. Sailors themselves, the mind of the cruiser's commander was laid bare to them.
He would soon be convinced that the launch had pa.s.sed him in the dark ere the search-light looked out over the sea. Long before the circuit of Fernando Noronha was completed he would be itching to rush at top speed along the straight line to Pernambuco. It was a bold thing, too, to land on the island and stock their vessel for a voyage, the end of which no man could foresee. The dare-devil notion fascinated them. In that instant, the _Andromeda's_ crew returned to their allegiance, which was as well, since it was fated to be stiffly tested many times ere they were reported inside 1 degree West again.
Unfortunately, c.o.ke was in a raging temper. Never before had his supremacy been challenged. Having lost control over his men, he owed its restoration to Hozier. Such a fact was gall and wormwood to a man of his character, and he was mean-souled enough to be vindictive.
Promising himself the future joy of pounding to a jelly the features of every mother's son among the forecastle hands, he began to snarl his orders.
”Watts, you must leg it to the sky-line, an' pipe the cruiser. Olsen, you go, too, an' see that Mr. Watts doesn't find a brewery. Hozier, p'raps you'd like to rig the mistletoe. Miss Yorke 'll 'elp, I'm sure.
It's up to you, mister, an' his nibs with the sword, to parly-voo to the other convicts about the grub. Is there a n.i.g.g.e.r's wood-pile handy? If not, we must collar the hut. I'll take care of the stowage.”
He meant each jibe to hurt, and probably succeeded, but Watts was too despondent, and Hozier and De Sylva too self-controlled, to say aught that would add to their difficulties. Nevertheless, he was answered, from a quarter whence retort was least expected.
”You must modify your instructions, Captain c.o.ke,” said Iris with quiet scorn. ”It would be a shameful act to destroy the house of those who befriended us. They gave freely of their stores, as you will see by the supplies lashed to the catamaran, and will a.s.sist us further if Senhor De Sylva appeals to them----”
”You can safely leave that to me,” broke in Dom Corria.
But Iris was not to be placated thus easily.
”I know that,” she said. ”I only wished Captain c.o.ke to understand that if he cannot make clear his meaning he should obey rather than command.”
”The lady 'as 'ad the last word. Now let's get busy,” sneered c.o.ke.