Part 16 (1/2)

”Thanks for taking me, and for the compliment, too,” said Robert. ”I've no mind to be left here alone in the middle of the ocean on a sinking s.h.i.+p.”

”'Tis no pleasant prospect, nor have we an easy path before us in the boats, either. On the whole, the chances are against us. There's land not far away to starboard, but whether we'll make it in so rough a sea is another matter. Are you handy with an oar?”

”Fairly so. I've had experience on lakes and rivers, but none on the sea.”

”'Twill serve. We'll launch three boats. Hooker, the boatswain, takes one, Stubbs has the other, and I command the last. You go with me.”

”It would have been my choice.”

”I'm flattered, Peter. I may get a chance yet to sell you to one of the plantations.”

”I think not, Captain. The stars in their courses have said 'no.'”

”Come! Come! Don't be Biblical here.”

”The truth is the truth anywhere. But I'm glad enough to go with you.”

One of the boats was launched with great difficulty, and the boatswain, Hooker, and six men, two of whom were wounded, were lowered into it. It capsized almost immediately, and all on board were lost. Those destined for the other two boats hung back a while, but it became increasingly necessary for them to make the trial, no matter what the risk. The schooner rolled and pitched terribly, and a sailor, sent to see, reported that the water was rising in her steadily.

The captain showed himself a true seaman and leader. He had been wounded in the shoulder, but the hurt had been bound up hastily and he saw to everything. Each of the boats contained kegs of water, arms, ammunition and food. A second was launched and Stubbs and his crew were lowered into it. A great wave caught it and carried it upon its crest, and Robert, watching, expected to see it turn over like the first, but the mate and the crew managed to restore the balance, and they disappeared in the darkness, still afloat.

”There, lads,” exclaimed the captain, ”you see it can be done. Now we'll go too, and the day will soon come when we'll have a new s.h.i.+p, and then, ho! once more for the rover's free and gorgeous life!”

The unwounded men raised a faint cheer. The long boat was launched with infinite care, and Robert lent a hand. The pressure of circ.u.mstances made his feeling of comrades.h.i.+p with these men return. For the time at least his life was bound up with theirs. Two wounded sailors were lowered first into the boat.

”Now, Peter, you go,” said the captain. ”As I told you, I may have a chance yet to sell you to a plantation, and I must preserve my property.”

Robert slid down the rope. The captain and the others followed, and they cast loose. They were eight in the boat, three of whom were wounded, though not badly. The lad looked back at the schooner. He saw a dim hulk, with the black flag still floating over it, and then she pa.s.sed from sight in the darkness and driving storm.

He took up an oar, resolved to do his best in the common struggle for life, and with the others fought the sea for a long time. The captain set their course south by west, apparently for some island of which he knew, and meanwhile the men strove not so much to make distance as to keep the boat right side up. Often Robert thought they were gone. They rode dizzily upon high waves, and they sloped at appalling angles, but always they righted and kept afloat. The water sprayed them continuously and the wind made it sting like small shot, but that was a trifle to men in their situation who were straining merely to keep the breath in their bodies.

After a while--Robert had no idea how long the time had been--the violence of the wind seemed to abate somewhat, and their immense peril of sinking decreased. Robert sought an easier position at the oar, and tried to see something rea.s.suring, but it was still almost as dark as pitch, and there was only the black and terrible sea around them. But the captain seemed cheerful.

”We'll make it, lads, before morning,” he said. ”The storm is sinking, as you can see, and the island is there waiting for us.”

In another hour the sea became so much calmer that there was no longer any danger of the boat overturning. Half of the men who had been rowing rested an hour, and then the other half took their turn. Robert was in the second relay, and when he put down his oar he realized for the first time that his hands were sore and his bones aching.

”You've done well, Peter,” said the captain. ”You've become one of us, whether or no, and we'll make you an honored inhabitant of our island when we come to it.”

Robert said nothing, but lay back, drawing long breaths of relief. The danger of death by drowning had pa.s.sed for the moment and he had a sense of triumph over nature. Despite his weariness and soreness, he was as anxious as ever to live, and he began to wonder about this island of which the captain spoke. It must be tropical, and hence in his imagination beautiful, but by whom was it peopled? He did not doubt that they would reach it, and that he, as usual, would escape all perils.

Always invincible, his greatest characteristic was flaming up within him. He seemed to have won, in a way, the regard of the captain, and he did not fear the men. They would be castaways together, and on the land opportunities to escape would come. On the whole he preferred the hazards of the land to those of the sea. He knew better how to deal with them. He was more at home in the wilderness than on salt water. Yet a brave heart was alike in either place.

”We'd better take it very easy, lads,” said the captain. ”Not much rowing now, and save our strength for the later hours of the night.”

”Why?” asked Robert.

”Because the storm, although it has gone, is still hanging about in the south and may conclude to come back, a.s.sailing us again. A s.h.i.+ft in the wind is going on now, and if it hit us before we reached the island, finding us worn out, we might go down before it.”

It was a good enough reason and bye and bye only two men kept at the oars, the rest lying on the bottom of the boat or falling asleep in their seats. The captain kept a sharp watch for the other boat, which had gone away in the dark, but beheld no sign of it, although the moon and stars were now out, and they could see a long distance.

”Stubbs knows where the island is,” said the captain, ”and if they've lived they'll make for it. We can't turn aside to search all over the sea for 'em.”