 CHAPTER XIV It was with anything but rising spirits that chips went at the leak. He had a frame slung outboard some fifteen feet from the ship's side, supported by guys from the main mast and jury four mast. It was after eight bells in the afternoon before this was finished, and then sacked and he went out on it to study the ship's bilge through the calm water. It was almost flat calm, but the sovereign had steering-way enough to turn her side to the slanting sun, letting the light shine under her copper. She was so deep, however, nothing could be made out on the smooth-green surface that showed like a started plank-end. Only here and there a lump or a protuberance appeared, showing a bunch of marine growth or a bent edge of a plate where it had started to rip off. The water of the Indian Ocean is always remarkably clear, and this day during the still weather it was like liquid air. Objects were as distinctly visible three or four fathoms below the surface as those at a corresponding distance on deck. I joined Sackett and Chips on the frame, and studied the ship's bilge the entire length of her waist. In about half an hour we shifted to Starbird, and by dint of handling the canvas, got her head around so that the sun shone under this side. Nothing showed like a leak. "'If a man could dive under her a few times,' said Sackett, he might see, with the light as good as it is now, what do you think, Mr. Rawling?' It would take a good swimmer to go clear under her broad beam, I answered. I don't believe there's any one aboard who could do it, even with a line around him. England, the stout sailor, was standing near the rail while I spoke. "'If you don't mind, sir, I'll try me hand at it. Put a line about me body, to haul me in if a shark takes a notion to make a run for me. Don't haul unless you have to, mind, or you'll scrape the hide off my body.' "'Go ahead at it,' said Sackett. The heavy man slipped off his jumper in a moment, and I noticed the huge muscles of his chest and arms. He must have made a good prize-fighter in his day. Coming out on the frame, he had the line stopped around his waist and then started at the fore-rigging to go under the ship to the other side. Nearly all hands came to the rail to watch him, although the water was knee-deep on the deck at this point. He dived gracefully under the side, and as the bubbles disappeared, I could see him going like a fish beneath the shivering copper, which gave forth a greenish light in the sunshine. The line was paid out fast, and in a few moments he arose to port none the worse for the trip. Nothing came of this, as he was too much taken up with the endeavour to go clear to see anything. His next trip was a fathom or two further aft, and this time he saw nothing save a very foul bottom. After taking a rest in a nip of grog, he started again, going more slowly as he gained confidence. Six trips tired him greatly in spite of his strength, and he sat for some minutes upon the frame before making his plunge. Then he stood up and dived again. I could see him swimming down, down, down, under the ship's bilge, going to a faint brownish-yellow speck which wavered and shook with the refraction of the disturbed surface. Then while I looked the line slacked, and the brownish-yellow object beneath wavered into a larger size. Evidently he was coming up and had failed to make the five fathoms necessary to go clear of the keel. I hauled in the line rapidly, for I knew thee must be exhausted to give it up so soon. The wavering brown spot grew quickly in size, and in a moment outlined upon it I made out the figure of England straining away for the surface. I hauled frantically to aid him, and the next moment he broke water and was landed upon the frame, while the great brown object beneath rose right behind him and took the form of a tremendous hammer-headed shark. It came up in an instant and broached clear of the water at least three feet, but failed to reach the frame where bull England clung panting and gasping for breath. I reckon I've had me dosed this time," said he, between his gasps. I almost swam down the fellor's throat. I ain't exactly scared, but I'm too tired to try again this afternoon. So if anyone wants me placed on the end of this line he can take it while I rest. Faith, said Chips, if you ain't scared you'll be so fast enough if you go in again. Look at the monster! Did you ever see such a head? One would think he had sense enough not to be eaten of a tough sailor-man. Big head, nothing in it, as a saiyan is. Andrews was standing near the rail and appeared much interested in the diver's work. The fact that it had been interrupted angered him. His face took on that hideous expression of ferocity I knew meant mischief, and a string of the fallist oaths followed. He drew forth his pistol and raised it slowly to a line with his eye on the shark's head, now just a wash under the frame a few feet distant. Crack! The bullet struck it fair on the crown where it was fully three feet across the eyes. It smashed through, and the huge fish sank slowly under the force of the stroke. Then it suddenly recovered itself and tore the water into foam, lashing out with its tail and turning over and over, snapping with its great jaws. It is an unnecessary cruelty, Mr. Andrews, said Sackett loudly. Put that weapon up. It is no use to kill, to satisfy a murderous heart. The fish would leave us in a few moments if it were fed. Watched the lords anointed, feed it then. Snarled the ruffian with the fierce oath. Say a potter for its soul, for it's on its way to hell. With that he fired again as the fish broached clear, and I must say one could hardly help admiring his shooting. The heavy bullet struck within an inch of the first, although the mark was now several fathoms distant and thrashing about at a great rate. The shark whirled round and started off, leaving a trail of blood which showed like a dark cloud in its wake. In a moment it had disappeared. Don't swear so hard, my dear Mr. Andrews! cried Mr. Bell in his high piping voice. You'll scare all of the fish! Andrews cruelly broke his pistol at the breach and tossed out the empty shells. Then he reloaded it and handed it to the smiling, rosy-cheeked third mate. You stand by and take care of things while I spell Bull England a bit, said he. Jernigan, he continued, calling to the English mate, you take the line for a while and let that young fellow rest while I try her bilge aft. He stripped off his shirt and stood in his trousers. When I saw him I no longer wondered why I had failed to overcome him in our first set, too. The fellow was a perfect mass of muscle, and while I gazed at his strong frame I wondered at the power in Trunel's arms, which held us so tight and saved me that first day on board. He came out on the frame, and I made way for Jernigan to take the line. He took a turn and over he went without delay. After four or five attempts to get under the ship, he finally came to the surface with news. He had been under her bilge, clear down to the keel on a line with the main channels. Not being able to get further, and seeing the dark shadow of the keel ahead, he made out to examine as far as he could go. Close to her garboard strake on the starboard side, he saw where a large butt had started, owing probably to the bad loading of the ship. This plank end starting outboard was evidently where the water came in. Andrews came on deck after this, and all hands began overhauling gear to get a mattress upon the hull. Lines were rove and passed under the ship's bilge and keel. These were made fast on deck to the stump of the mizzen mast, and their ends brought to the cap stand through snatch blocks. Works were then strapped loosely on the lines, and allowed to run along them freely, being weighted sufficiently to cause them to sink. After they were slung clear of the ship, they were held in position until a pad of canvas and oakum was inserted between them and the side. It was quite late in the evening before this was accomplished, and work had to be stopped until daylight. At the evening meal Andrews was more sulky than usual. It appeared that now, since there was a chance of stopping the leak, we would all be aboard the ship when she may port, for with the water out of her we might easily make the cape in a fortnight. Sackett said grace as usual, standing up imbowing gravely over the long board. What's the sense of asking the Lord to make us truly thankful for stuff what ain't fit to eat anyway? growled Andrews when he finished. You ain't got nothing to be so blame thankful for, Captain. This grubble sure makes some of the men sick before we're through. If I ain't mistaken some of them will be down with trouble before the leak is swabbed. I'll say what I think best, sir, at my table. If you don't like it, you can eat with the men," answered Sackett. Oh, I never said nothing to the contrary, did I?" asked the fellow. Well, pay a little more attention to your behavior, or I'll make a passenger of you on board," said Sackett, who had lost patience. I never came here on those conditions, and I failed to accept them, my Lord's anointed. I wasn't asked to come aboard here. Since I'm here, I'll have my rights, and I don't call to mind the names of any one around about the ship, as we'll take it upon their cells to start an argument to the contrary. No, sir, I'll obey orders so long as they're sensible. But don't try to run it on a man like me, Sackett. I ain't the sort of stuff you're made to run against. Oh, Captain Andrews, you have such a dreadful way with you," piped Bell, the third mate, in his high voice. Don't you know you really frightened me with such strong words? Jerdigan laughed outright. If I have to put up with any more of your insolence, sir," said Sackett quietly, I'll have you bound and put away until we are in port. Oh, please don't hurt me, Captain," cried Andrews with his ugly smile. I ain't going to do nothing, mutinous. Well, stop talking to me, sir. Every word you say is mutinous. I'll have silence at this table, sir, if I have to bind you up. Cruel, un-Christian man, cried Andrews. Jerdigan, my boy, this shows the uselessness of prayer. Here's a man praying one minute, and before the Lord has time to answer him, he's ready to commit murder. Sink me, if ever I see any use of praying one minute in doing things the next. It's worse than my poor old father used to be. My son, he'd say, shake out the bun of your breeches, which I do. Yes, sir, sink me if I didn't do it. Shake out the bun of your breeches and come here. Then he grabbed me and yanked me across his knee. Lord guide a righteous hand, he'd say, and with that down would come that righteous hand like the roof of a house where the bunt of my pants had been. Lord give me strength to lead him into the straight and narrow path, he'd whine, and sink me, Jerdigan, if he wouldn't give me a twist that would slew my innards askew and send me flying across the room. Lead me into the straight and narrow path? Man alive, he'd send me drifting along that path like a bullet from a gun. What's the sense of it, hey? There ain't none," said Jerdigan, snickering and rubbing his whiskers in appreciation of his friend's wit. Mr. Jerdigan, said Sackett, you go on deck, sir. What am I doing? asked the fellow with the smirk. You go on deck, sir, or I'll be forced to take some action in the matter of discipline. Do you understand? Continued Sackett, now red in the face with anger. Jerdigan rose leisurely from the table and went up the companion, whistling. And now, my young man, continued Sackett, addressing the third mate, I don't want to have to tie you up with your friend, but you are not one of my crew, and I'll trouble you to keep still at my table. Mr. Andrews, he went on, you'll have no further authority aboard here, and the sooner you get into the boat with the rest, the better it will be for you. That's where you make a mistake, said Andrews Cooley. I'm second in command here now, and I'll stay until the ship sinks or goes to port, in spite of you or anyone else, unless you care to give me credit for my share of salvage as a volunteer to bring her in. You will go to your room and not take any further part in the management of the vessel, I say. Captain Sackett ordered, if you don't go freely, I'll order my men to assist you. If there's any one who cares to take the responsibility, let him step out and make known his name, said Andrews, in an even tone. Sackett left the table and went on deck at once. I heard him calling for gents, England, and the rest, and I started up the companion, thinking to take a hand with chips and gym and our men. As I did so, Andrews cursed me foully, and the third mate made a remark I failed to hear. Seeing chips and Johnson, I sent the latter for gym and Hans. Philippi stood near the wheel, and I beckoned to him. When the six of us were together, I told them in a few words that Sackett was going to tie Andrews up for mutiny. They would stand by me and give him help, if necessary. We waited near the edge of the poop while Sackett told his men what he wanted done with Andrews. Men, said he, there's only one captain aboard here, and that is myself. If you disobey me, it is mutiny, and you know the penalty. It ain't that we're scared of him, said England, but he's a tough one to take without no weapons. I don't ask you to run any risk, said Sackett. I'll take him and give him to you to tie up and keep until we're safe in port. You must do this, or you will be insubordinate. Sure, said Dog Daniels, if you'll take the fellow, we'll guarantee to keep him fast enough. Hey, Janks, ain't that so. I thought I saw a suspicion of a smile play over the old sailor's wrinkled face, and the seams of his leather-like jaws seem to grow deeper. That's it, said Dalton. You take him, and we'll take care of him until you say, let him loose. Journeygum was at the wheel with one of the men who had left with the old sailor, Janks. Sackett did not question him in regard to the matter of Andrews, as he evidently thought he had already showed signs of mutiny. I'm sorry to have this trouble aboard, sir, said Sackett to me, as he turned to go down the companion to the cabin. You and your men can stand aside while this matter is arranged satisfactorily. Sometimes you will have to take your man away with you when you can go. I'm very sorry the thing has occurred as it has, Captain, I said. We'll stand by you, if you wish, and help you to carry out any orders. I don't think it will be necessary," answered Sackett. However, if anything disagreeable happens, I trust you will do what you may for the welfare of my daughter, sir. You understand how much she is at the mercy of these ruffians should anything happen to me? I will pass my word, sir," I answered. Your daughter shall come to no harm while there are a few American sailors afloat to do anything. I do warn you, though, to keep a lookout on that ruffian. He has tried to take my life twice, and is under sentence for a murder. Don't let him get his gun out at you, or there might be an accident. A nice fellow for your captain to send me, said Sackett, it was no fault of yours, my friend, so don't think I blame you, he added hastily. He started toward the companion-way, and it just reached it alone when the grizzled head of Andrews appeared above the comings. The fellow stood forth on deck, and was followed by our third mate. Lay aft here, England and Daniels, cried Sackett. The men came slowly along the poop. Janks and Dalton, followed by six others of the sovereign's crew, he had chosen to desert the ship, walked aft to the quarter to see if there was anything for them to do. Some of these men were true to their captain, without doubt. But Janks placed himself in their front, and by the strange smile the old sailor had, I knew he was looking for trouble. Sackett went straight up to Andrews and stood before him, and for one brief moment the tableau presented was dramatic enough to be impressed forcibly upon my memory. It was sturdy, honest manhood against lawlessness and mutiny. A brave, kind-hearted religious man, alone, against the worst human devil I have ever seen or heard of. He was indeed a desperate Ruffian, whose life was already forfeited, but Sackett never flinched for a moment. CHAPTER XV The dull night of the southern ocean was closing around the scene on the sovereign's deck, making the faces of the men indistinct in the gloom. The Englishman stood a little apart from ours, but all looked at the captain as he walked up to Andrews. England and Daniel stopped when they were within a fathom of their skipper, as though awaiting further orders before proceeding with their unpleasant duty. The mutineer turned slowly at Sackett's approach, as though disdaining to show haste in defense. Then, as the stout, bearded commander, hauled it in front of him, he raised his head and gave forth that snort of contempt and annoyance which I knew to mean mischief. "'Captain Andrews,' said Sackett, "'you will turn over your weapons to me, sir. I don't allow my officers to carry them aboard this ship. Afterward I shall have to place you in arrest, until you see fit to obey orders and show proper discipline, sir.' "'Now see here, my old fellow,' said Andrews. "'I don't want to hurt you, but I've obeyed orders here and will obey them when they don't relate to what I shall eat or say at the table. Don't try any of your infernal monkey games on me, or you might get hurt.' "'Will you hand over your weapons, sir?' said Sackett, advancing, and standing close before him. Andrews pulled out his long revolver and pointed it at the skipper's head. Then he gave a snort of anger and glared savagely at the swordsman. Sackett turned to his men. "'Seize him and disarm him,' he ordered. But England and Daniels stood motionless. Jernigan stepped to one side to keep out of the line of fire. Sackett made a move forward as if to seize the weapon. There was a sharp explosion, and both men disappeared for an instant in the spurt of smoke. Then I saw Sackett stagger side-long across the deck with the roll of the ship, and go down heavily upon the wheel-gradings. He uttered no word. I ran to his side, and saw the ashy hue coming upon his ruddy face, and knew his time was short. I heard the uproar of voices that followed the moment of silence after the shot, but took no heed. Placing my hand under his head, I called for Jim to get some brandy from below. Then I bawled for chips and the rest to seize the murderer. It turned up his kind eyes to mine and whispered, "'I'll be dead in a few minutes, Mr. Rowling. Do what you can for my men. I tried to do my duty, sir, and I expect every honest man to do his. Save my—' The light had gone out. He was limp and dead on the deck of the ship he had tried so nobly to save. My hand was wet with blood, and as I withdrew it the wild abhorrence of the thing came upon me. I stood up, and there within ten feet of me was that sneering ruffian standing coolly with his pistol in his hand. It was such a cold-blooded, horrible thing, done without warning, that I was speechless. Chip stood near my side, cursing softly, and looking with fierce eyes at the assassin. Jim came up the companion way, but saw that all was over. My three sailors were like statues, filipi muttering unintelligibly. For nearly a minute after the thing happened I stood there gazing at Andrews and the rest, paralyzed for action, but noting each and every movement of the men as though some movement on their part would give me a cue how to act. All of a sudden the piping voice of our third mate rose in a laugh while he cried, "'He's gone to heaven!' It was as though something gave way within me, and before I fairly knew what I was doing I was rushing upon Andrews to close. I remember seeing a bright flash and feeling a heavy blow on my left side. Then I found myself in the scuppers looking up at a struggle upon the sovereign's quarter-deck. At the signal of my rush for Andrews, Jim, who was somewhat expert at tackling persons, dashed at him also from starboard. Andrews instantly followed on the other side, and then our men seeing how things were to go closed from the rear. All six of us would have met at Andrews as a converging point had it not been for the Scoundrel's pistol. His first shot struck me fairly under the heart. It knocked me over, and I rolled to port, deathly sick. Thinking for a moment I was killed I made no immediate effort to recover myself, but lay vomiting and clutching my side. Then in a moment the weakness began to leave me, and I was aware that I was clutching the heavy knife I carried in my breast pocket. I drew it forth, and as I did so something fell to the deck at my side, and I saw it was a piece of lead. Then I saw that Andrews's bullet had jammed itself into the joint of the hilt, smashing flat on the steel and breaking up, part of it falling away as I drew it forth. The knife had saved my life, for the shot had been true and would have been instantly fatal had it penetrated. I started to my feet and saw Jim lying motionless just outside the swaying crowd, which had now closed about the murderer. At that instant Andrews fired again, and Hans, who had tried to use his knife, staggered out of the group and fell dead. Many of the sovereign's own men who had intended going back with us were now in the fracas also, and as I started in, two more joined. I saw Philippi's knife flash for an instant. Then came a fierce oath from Andrews, followed by a snort of rage and pain. Another shot followed instantly, and Philippi was lying outside the swaying figures with a bloody hole through his forehead. The only thing I remember as I forced my way into the group and struck at the scoundrel, was that he had one more shot, and I wondered if he would lend it before we had him. He warded off my knife-stroke by a desperate wrench, but the blade ripped his right arm to the bone from shoulder to elbow, laming it absolutely. Even as it was, he lowered his weapon and fired it instantly as it was seized. An Englishman named Williams was struck through the body and lived but a moment afterward. Williams now had the weapon by the barrel, and just as I was about to drive my knife into the murderer over the shoulder of Johnson, a heavy hand seized my collar and I was dragged back. Wrenching myself around, I found that I was engaging the tall sailor, Daniels, and as I did so, Jernigan, England, Dalton, Jenks, and our third officer fell upon the crowd which had borne Andrews to the deck. All of the English sailors who had started to leave the Sovereign were now fighting with Chips, Johnson, and myself, making eight men as against six, but the six were of the strongest and most determined rascals that ever trod a ship's deck. As every sailor carries a sheath-knife, the fight promised to be an interesting one if the men of the Sovereign's crew saw fit to fight it out. England, however, who was stronger than any two of our men, did not like going into the matter with the same spirit as Jernigan, Daniels, and Andrews. After he had received a severe cut and had cracked the skull of the sailor who had given it by knocking him over the head with an iron belaying pin, he began to retreat along the deck. Chips had planted his knife and Andrews' thigh and had cut Dalton and Jernigan badly in the mix-up. The Irishman was unharmed, save for a few scratches, and being aided by Johnson he soon had the men backing away toward the break of the poop, the third mate crying out shrilly to stop fighting. The queer young man was defending Andrews mightily with a knife, and for this reason alone the scoundrel managed to get to his feet and retreat with the rest, backing away as they did to the mizzen and from there to the poop rail, where they were brought to bay. Daniels, however, fared worse. We had a struggle for some moments alone, and just as my knife was in a good position, a man struck him from behind, throwing him off his guard and letting my blade penetrate his throat until it protruded three inches beyond the back of his neck. Then the fight was over. Chips stopped at my side with Andrews' revolver in his hand. "'Tis a pity we've no cartridges for the weapon,' he panted. "'Twits save the hangman a lot of trouble. Now there'll be a butcher's shop aboard.' "'Come on,' I said, you get to starboard, and I'll take the port side. We'll rush them and make a finish of it. Here, Frank,' I called to a sailor, let me your knife, mine's no good for this work. "'My own is broken, sir,' said he. "'Hold on,' cried Jernigan, "'we're not making any fight.'" I could see the five ruffians talking brokenly together while they recovered their breath. Our third mate was holding forth in a piping tone, but too low for me to hear the words. "'We don't want to press the outfly any further,' said England. "'We ain't no pirates. All we did was to defend ourselves. One of your fellows cut me arm open, and I hit him over the head, not meaning no more than to knock him out for the time being as the saiyan is.' "'Will you surrender and put down your knives?' I asked. Jews gave his fierce snort, and was about to say something in reply, but the third mate seized him and stopped him. The assassin was badly wounded, and swayed as he stood, but his spirit was not in the least beaten. He had killed five men out of six shots from his pistol, and would have had me in the list but for the knife I placed in my breast as a precaution at the warning from chips on taking him aboard. His coolness and steadiness were marvellous. Not a shot had he wasted, and if he had been relieved to trifle sooner by his half-hearted followers, he would have had the whole crowd of us at his mercy. No man could have faced a pistol of that size in the hands of one so quick and steady. There was no answer to my question, and I repeated it, chips adding that they would go free if they would give up the men who had done killing. "'Why, of course, we ain't no pirates,' said Jernigan. "'Well, chuck out your knives, and we'll be foreclosing with you,' I cried. "'This thing is over, and one or the other will be in command.' "'Why don't you take the boat and go clear? Dalton here will give you the provisions, and you can get to the Northard and make port. There ain't no room for both of us aboard here now, even if we gave up, which we ain't got no idea of doing unless you come out square and fair.' "'Yes,' says Janks, you men don't want to make a kill-kenny cat go out of this ship. Do the square and fair thing, and get out. "'You know, Tommy,' he went on, addressing a sailor, "'I don't want to hurt you, but you know me. You boys can't make no show again an old man-a-war's man like me, as has been up to his waist in blood many a time, and never were the worst for it.' The sailor addressed, spoke to me. "'Don't you think it is a good way, sir? They are good for us if they try hard, for England can whip any three of us, and I, for one, don't want to run against him if it can be helped. We have a boat.' "'Nonsense,' said Chips. We must take him.' "'I thought a moment. There was a young girl below. Probably she was even now frightened nearly to death. If anything did go wrong with us, and it certainly looked as if it would, when I sized up that crowd, she would be worse than dead. There were seven of us left against six, although Andrews was too badly hurt to fear, but they were much better men physically. After they had once started to do for us, they were not the kind who would stick at anything. I was much exhausted myself, and while I thought the matter over, it seemed as though to go were the better way out of the trouble. Chips, however, insisted on closing with the men. It took me some minutes to convince him that the young fellows with us were not of the kind to depend on in such a fracas, and that he would be in a bad way should he tackle England alone. Jernigan, Janks, and Dalton were all powerful men, armed with sheaf knives sharper and better than our own, for they were evidently prepared for just such an emergency. Let Dalton provision the whale boat and you men get out, said Mr. Bell, after I had finished whispering my views to Chips. Yes, said the steward, you men stay where you are, and I'll put the stuff aboard for you, and then you can get out. All right, I answered, go ahead. Some of us sat about the after-skylight, while Andrews and his gang disposed themselves, as comfortably as they might, around the mizzen. Dalton went down over the poop, and entered the cabin from forward, and Chips, Johnson, and myself looked over our dead. Jim lay where he fell. There was no sign of life, and Chips swore softly at the villain's work, when we laid his head back upon the planks. Hans breathed slightly, but he was going fast. We poured some spirits between his lips, but he relaxed and was lifeless in a few minutes. Philippi lay with his eyes staring up at the sky. His knife was still clutched in his dark hand, and his teeth shone white beneath his black mustache. The other sailor was dead, and while we looked for some sign of life, I heard a smothered sob come from aft. We turned and saw a slender white form bending over the body of Captain Sackett. The moon was rising in the east, lighting the heavens and making a long silver wake over the calm ocean. By its light I made out Miss Sackett, holding the head of her dead father in her lap, and crying softly. CHAPTER XVI of Mr. Trunnel, Mate of the Ship Pirate Mr. Trunnel, Mate of the Ship Pirate By T. Jenkins Haynes CHAPTER XVI The moon rose higher, and Dalton came and went carrying provisions up from the cabin. These he lowered into our boat, which was hauled alongside, Jents taking a hand when necessary, although he never came aft far enough to encounter any of our men. Andrew sat quietly on the deck, and had his cuts bound up and dressed, while Mr. Bell went below to the medicine-chest for whatever he wanted. We kept well apart, each side feeling a distrust for the other, and neither caring to provoke a conflict. In about an hour Dalton announced the boat was ready. There's salt junk enough for all hands a week or two, and ship spread for a month. There's water in the breaker. You can go when you're ready," said Jernigan. I went aft to Miss Sackett, where she had sat motionless for a long time with her face buried in her hands, as if to shut out the cruel sight around her. We will leave the ship in a few minutes, said I, taking her by the hand, and trying to raise her gently to her feet. You must try to bear up to go with us. Try to walk evenly and quickly when the time comes, for there may be a struggle yet. She let fall her hands from her face, and I saw her eyes dry and bright in the moonlight. Can't you kill them? She asked quietly. Oh, if I were only a man. Then she drew herself up to her full height, and gazed hard at the group of ruffians at the mizzen. I'll have to go below first and get my things, she said. I suppose you know what is best to go or stay. Hurry, I said. I will wait here at the companion. She went below with a firm tread, and I heard her slam the door of her stateroom. Andrews looked toward me and spoke. You can leave the girl aboard, said he. You'll have enough in the boat. Chips, I called, stand by for a rush. Don't let Dalton get forward alive. Miss Sackett either goes with us or we all stay here together and fight it out. Andrews, who had recovered somewhat, now staggered to his feet and drew his knife. Stand by and follow along the port rail, he said to Jernigan and England, You too, addressing Bell and Janks, go to starboard. Dalton, who was below and separated from his fellows, would be our object. Janks, however, remonstrated at the attack. Hold on, said he, at England stopped. What's the use of crowded in this thing like this? Some of us will get killed sure with seven fresh men out for it. And what's the use? All for a gal. No, sir, says I. Don't go making a full job of the thing. I ain't out for murder, not for no gal. You'll do as I say or get done, answered Andrews with a fierce snort, turning toward him. Janks back toward us, and Bell tried to hold Andrews back. He partly succeeded, but was close enough to the old man of war's man to get a slight cut from a blow meant for Andrews. Then England took a hand, and with Jernigan they held the assassin in check. Janks came toward us. I'll go with you, fellows, if you say so, said he, and he tossed his knife over the rail to show that he meant no treachery. "'Tis a little late you are, but you're welcome,' said Chips, who had advanced at my cry nearly to him. Frank, the young English sailor, and Johnson were both close behind Chips, with the rest following. It looked as if there would be a collision after all. "'Take the girl and go!' screamed Bell, almost fading from the cut received. "'Yes, take her and be damned!' cried Jernigan. "'Only get off before it's too late.' "'Seems to me,' said Chips, we could do for them now with no trouble. Let's try them.' Johnson advanced at the word, but I called him back just as Chips was making ready for a spring at England. The big prize fighter had made ready for the Irishman, and for an instant it seemed that we would have another ending of the affair. "'Come,' I said to one of the young sailors who held back, get aboard the small boat. And the fellow who was shrinking from the knives took the opportunity to get away. This made Chips hesitate, and in another moment I had two more of the men going over the side.' Miss Sackett came on deck. Her face was ruddy even in the moonlight, but she carried herself with a firm step to the Misen channels. "'Stand by and hold her below there,' I bawled, and a man received her into the boat. Then I called to the rest of our fellows and threw a leg over the rail to signify that we were going. They came along, Chips last, with Johnson at his side. The carpenter was furious and wanted to fight it out, and it would have taken very little to have set him upon them alone. They, however, when Andrews had been overcome, were by no means anxious to engage. This seemed strange to me, for they certainly were men who feared nothing, and the sooner we were out of the way, the sureer they were of getting safe off with their necks. Just what made Bell so determined to have us go was a puzzle to me. As Chips climbed over the rail, England came to the side with Jernigan. I expected some outburst, and for an instant the carpenter was at a disadvantage. But they let him go over without a hostile movement. He stood up in the bow while a man shoved off. Ah, you rascals, it's like running away we are, but we ain't. It's but lovin' to the hangman, what I do myself, curcie. The boat of the sovereign towing at the quarter came abreast us as we dropped back. Chips still standing and glaring at the ship, with rage in his voice and eyes. He stooped down and lifted an oar as the small boat came alongside, and with a half-suppressed yell smote her with all his strength upon the gunnel. The oar crashed through nearly to the waterline under the power of the stroke. Blast ye, he cried, you'll never leave that ship alive! And he smote the boat again and again, crushing her down until she began to fill. Johnson took a hand also in spite of England and Jernigan hauling away at the painter. Our men backed water so hard they held her back until the boat was hopelessly stove and had settled to the thwarts. Then we let go and drifted away while the men aboard the sovereign hurled belaying-pins and gratings at us. A pleasant voyage to you? came the soft notes of Mr. Bell's voice, and then we rode slowly away to the northward, leaving the sovereign a dark, sunken, grizzly thing against the moonlit eye. Rigged the mast in sail, I said. It's no use getting tired before the struggle comes. We're some six hundred miles out, and may not raise a vessel for days. The oars were taken in, and the tarpaulin which had done duty for a sail was rigged. Under the pressure of the light air the whale-boat made steering-way and a little more. The moon now made the night as light as day, and although it was slightly chilly in this latitude, we suffered little from the exposure, each settling himself into the most comfortable position possible, and gazing back at the strange black outline of the wrecked ship. Her sunken decks and patched-up jury-rig with his tri-sail, set from the after-stay, gave her an uncanny look, while her mast and spars with the set canvas seemed as black as ink against the light sky beyond. There she lay, a horrid, ghastly thing, wallowing along slowly toward a port she would never reach. While I looked at her, Miss Sacket burst into a hard laugh which jangled hysterically. She had been silent since she had entered the boat, and this sudden burst startled me. Her eyes were fixed upon the grim derelict. They shone in the moonlight, and she choked convulsively. Can I hand you some water, ma'am? asked Jenks. What made you come with us, you rogue? she asked, without turning her head. I was with you from the start, so help me! said Jenks. I only goes with the other side when I feared they'd kill all hands. Well, it's a good thing for you, you contemptible rascal! she answered at an even tone. All of a sudden I noticed a flicker of light above the cabin of the sovereign. He died away for an instant, and then flared again. Miss Sacket laughed convulsively. Look, she said. At that instant a red glare flashed up from the derelict. It shone on her main topsoil and stasels, and lit up the ocean around her. Faith! but she's a fire! cried Chips. Look at them! I turned the boat's head around and ran her off before the wind, pulling up again and standing for the wreck to get near her. Miss Sacket seized my arm and held it fast. Don't go back for them! she cried. You shall not go back for them! I haven't the least intention of going for them, I answered. I only wanted to get close enough to see what they do. Did you set her afire? I asked bluntly. Of course I did, said the girl, passionately. Do you suppose I didn't hear them telling you I should have to remain aboard? What else was there left for me to do? Would you have me falling to their hands? Lord Saviour, but you did the right thing, said Chips. Johnson echoed this sentiment. Had I knew you were up to something of the kind when you went below, said Janks, for I smelled the smoke and thought to stop it, but there were too much risk as it was to add fire, so I had to step out of the crowd and join you. I never did anything in the fracas, as you know, except get hurt. In ten minutes we were close aboard the derelict, and her cabin was a mass of flame. Figures of men showed against the lighted midships, and I finally made out all hands getting out a spar and barrels to make a raft. The oil in the cargo, however, was too quick for them. He had become ignited aft and had cut off all retreat by the stove-in boat. Several explosions followed, and the flames roared high above the main topsoil. Jernigan, Andrews, and another man were seen making their way forward across the sunken deck. The heat drove them to the top-gallant forecastle, and in a few minutes we could see all standing there near the windless. The bits sheltered them from the heat. The oil in the ship was not submerged in the after-part, owing to her trimming by the head. It had been the last stuff put aboard, and was well up under her cabin deck. Even that which was awash caught after the fire had started to heat things up well, and the entire after-part of the sovereign was a mass of flames. They gave forth a brilliant light, glowing red and making the sky appear dark beyond. Great clouds of sparks from the woodwork above soared into the mountains. The light must have been visible for miles. There was absolutely no escape for the men aboard now, except by getting away on some float. Jernigan, Dalton, and England were working hard at something on the forecastle which appeared to be a raft. The one they had started aft they had been forced to abandon after an explosion. The carpenters' tools being below in the hold when the ship filled they had nothing but their knives and a small hatchet left to work with. Suddenly Mr. Bell made us out in the darkness less than a quarter of a mile distant. He screamed for us to come back and take him off the derelict. "'Pay no attention to him,' said Chips. I hesitated with the tiller in my hand. The end of those men seemed so horrible that I forgot for the instant what they had done. You shall not go back for them while I'm aboard this boat,' said Miss Sackett quietly, from her seat beside me, and she seized the tiller firmly to luff the craft. "'I didn't intend to,' I answered. Yet that man's cry had so much of the woman in it that it was instinctive to turn. "'Instinctive or not, here we stay. He is the biggest devil of the lot,' answered the girl. "'There's some horrible game in getting us away. I'm certain of it, but don't know what it can be. We'll find out when it's too late.' "'We might take them aboard one at a time and bind them,' I suggested. This was greeted with growlings from Chips and Johnson. Even Jenks declared it would never do, and the other sailors made antagonistic remarks. There was nothing to do but keep away and let them save themselves as best they might.' We sailed slowly around the wreck, watching her burn. Hour after hour she flamed and hissed, the heat being felt at a hundred fathoms distant. And all the while, the sharp, piping voice of our third mate, screamed shrilly for succor. After midnight the sovereign had burned clear to the waterline from aft to a midships. Even her rails along the waist were burning fiercely with the oil that had been thrown upon them by the explosion of the heated barrels. And as she burned out her oil, she sank lower and lower in the water, until she gave forth huge clouds of steam and smoke instead of flaring flames. At the early hours of the morning we were still within two hundred fathoms of her, and she showed nothing in the gray light save the main mast and the top-gallant forecastle. Her canvas had gone, and the bare black pole of her mast stuck out of the sea, which now flowed deep around the foot of it. Upon the black and forecastle head five human forms crouched behind the sheltering bulk of the windless. They were silent now, emotionless. While I looked, one of them staggered to his feet and stretched out his hands above his head, gazing at the light in the east. It was Andrews. He raised his clenched fists and shook them fiercely at us, and at the gray sky above. Then over the calm, silent ocean came the fierce, raving curses of the doomed villain. A gentle air was stirring the swell in the east, which soon filled our sail. We kept the boat's head away until she pointed in the direction of the African Cape. And so we sailed away, with the echoes of that villain's voice ringing in our ears, calling forth fierce curses upon the god he had denied. I turned away from the horrible spectacle of that grisly hulk with its human burden. As I did so, by eyes met those of Miss Sackett, she lowered hers, took out her handkerchief, and, bowing over, buried her face in it, crying as though her heart would break. This Lieberbach's recording is in the public domain, and is read by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina. Mr. Trunnel, Mate of the Ship—Pirate by T. Jenkins-Haines, Chapter 17 If you'll pass the panicking, I'll take a drink, sir, said Jenks, after the sun had risen and warmed the chilly air of the southern ocean. I tossed the old man of war's man the measure, and he proceeded to draw a cupful from the water-breaker, which was full and lay amid ships. It's an uncommon queer taste the stuff has, sure enough. Said he, after he had laid aside his quid and drank a mouthful. Try a bit, Tom. He went on, and passed the panicking to a sailor next to him. You're always looking for trouble, old man, said the sailor, draining off the cupful. And Bloomin' Well ready to get out of it by any way he can. Added another. Fill her up again and let me have some. This sun is most hot in spite of the breeze. Blast me, Jenks, but you're a suspicious one. It's a wonder you ever go to sleep. The young sailor, Tom, put down the cup and watched Jenks draw it full again. Then he grew pale. Hold on a bit with that water, you men. There's something wrong with it, he said. He coped and placed his hand over his abdomen while a spasm of pain passed over his features. My God! He muttered and doubled up. Then he vomited violently and his spasms increased. I saw chips turn white under his tan, and Johnson looked with staring eyes at the water-breaker, as though it were a ghost. Knock in the head, I said, and let's see what's inside of it. Two men held the poor fellow gasping over the rail while his agony grew worse. The rest crowded around aft as much as possible to see what terrible fate was in store for us. The breaker was up-ended in a moment. Jenks stove in the head with an ore-handle, and we peered inside. The water was a clear crystal, like that in the Sovereign's tanks. It was not discolored in the least. Pass the baler here, I said, and then turn the barrel so we can get the sunlight into it. I bailed out a few quartz, looked at it carefully, tasted it slightly, and then put it carefully back again. I noticed a strange, acrid taste. The barrel was turned towards the sun, and its light was allowed to shine straight into its depths. I put my head down close to the surface and peered hard at the bottom. Then I was aware of a whitish powder which showed against the dark wood. Reaching down some of this was brought up, and then I recognized the same powder Captain Sackett had told me was by chloride of mercury. By this time, Tom was in convulsions. He strained horribly, and we could do nothing to relieve his agony. Brandy was given, but it did no good, and finally he lost consciousness. Miss Sackett nursed him tenderly and did all she could to making comfortable, but it was no use. The horror of the thing fairly took my senses for a moment. There we were, miles away from land, without water. The villains had met us to tell no tales. All adrift in an open boat, with food and water poisoned, we had a small chance, indeed, of ever telling the story of the sovereign's loss. Vessels were not plentiful at the high latitude we were in, and as we were out of the trade, it was doubtful if we could even get into the track of a regular cape route inside a week to say nothing of being picked up. It seemed as though Andrews's villainy would finish us yet. Far away, on the southern horizon, the single mast stuck up above the blue water like a black rod. I stood up and gazed at it. Chips appeared to read my thoughts, for he spoke out, "'Tis no use now, sir. The tanks would be a couple of fathoms deep, and we couldn't get at them. She won't float more in a day or two anyhow, with the after-deck and cargo burnt free. She'll go under as soon as the oil's washed out with a sea, and that'll be the last of a bad ship.' I saw that the carpenter was right. There was no water for either Andrews or ourselves, and it would be foolish to go back to force the tank. "'Heave the stuff overboard,' I said. And Johnson and Janks raised the barrel upon the rail. He poured out clear into the blue ocean and showed no sign of its deadly character. "'Break out that barrel of ship's bread,' said Chips. It was found to be moistened with water all through, and as even the little poison I had drunk may be horribly nauseated, there was no thought of tasting the stuff. Over the side it went, floating high in the boat's wake. Then came the beef. "'Hold on with that,' said Miss Sackett. It isn't likely they'd poison everything. I don't remember there being over several pounds of that mercury in the medicine chest, and you know it won't dissolve readily in water. They must have had something to dissolve it in first, and would have taken too long to fill everything full of the stuff. "'Who cares to taste the beef?' I asked. "'Give me a piece, sir,' said Johnson. He put it in his mouth and chewed slowly upon it at first, as though not quite certain whether to swallow it or not. Finally he mustered courage and made away with a portion of it, waiting some minutes to see if it produced pain. It was apparently all right, and then he swallowed the rest. We concluded to keep the beef and eat it as a last resort. The breeze freshened in the southeast and we ran along steadily. If it held, we could make about a hundred miles a day and raise the African coast within a week. There was a chance if we could stand the strain. It was now the sixth day since we had left the pirate, and we figured that she must have rounded the cape, and would now be standing along up the South Atlantic with the steady southeast trade behind her. Other ships would be in the latitude of Cape Town, and if we could make the Northern we might raise one and be picked up. I pictured the horrors the poor girl sitting beside me must endure if we were adrift for days in the whale-boat. What she had already gone through was enough to shake the nerves of the strongest woman, but here she sat, quietly looking at the water, her eyes sometimes filled with tears, while not a word of complaint escaped her lips. Her example nerved me. I had passed the order to stop all talking except when necessary, as it would only add to thirst. We ran along in silence. We had no compass save the one hanging to my watch chain as big as my thumbnail, but I managed to make a pretty straight course for all that. The wind freshened and was quite cool. The sunlight sparkling over the ocean, which now turned dark blue with a speck of white here and there to windward, warmed us enough to keep off actual chill, but the men who had taken off their coats to make a little more of a spread to the fair wind soon requested permission to put them on again. Sitting absolutely quiet as we were, the air was keener than if we were going about the sheltered decks of a ship. On we went, the swell rolling under us and giving us a twisting motion. Sometimes we would be in a long hollow where the breeze would fail. Then, as we rose sternward, the little sail would fill and away we would go, racing along the slanting crest of the long sea, the foam rushing from the boat's sides with a hopeful hissing sound, until the swell would gain on us and go under, leaving the boat with her bow pointing up the receding slope and her headway almost gone, to drop into the following hollow and repeat the action. The English sailor who had drank the water was now stone dead. Johnson gave me a look, and I began a conversation with Miss Sackett, endeavouring to engage her attention. A splash from forward made her look, and she saw what had happened. Then she turned and, looking up at me, placed her soft little hand on mine, which lay upon the tiller. You are very good to me, Mr. Rowling, but I can stand suffering as well as a man, she said. I thank you just the same. Then her eyes filled, and she turned away her face. I found something to fix at the rudder-head, and when I was through she was looking over the blue water where the lumpy, traig clouds showed above the horizon's rim. As the day wore on, the hunger of the men began to show itself. Janks kept his wrinkled, leather face to the northward, looking steadily for a sail, but the other sailors glanced aft several times, and I noticed the strange glare of the eye which tells of the hungry animal. Some of these men had eaten nothing for twenty-four hours. One big, heavy-looking young sailor glanced back several times from the clue of his eye at the girl sitting aft. But I fixed my gaze upon him so steadily that he shifted his seat and looked forward. Late in the afternoon some of the men insisted on eating the beef, and it was served to them. No ill effects followed, so all hands took their ration. This satisfied them for the time being, but I knew the thirst which much surely follow. I had been adrift in an open boat before in the Pacific. There had been sixteen men at the start, and at the end of four weeks of horror seven had been picked up to tell a tale which would make the blood curdle. The memory of this made me sick with fear and anxiety. Johnson felt so much better from his meal that he stood in the bow with his little monkey-like figure braced against the mast, his legs on the gunnels. He said jokingly that he'd raise a sail before eight bells in the afternoon. Suddenly he cried out, "'Sail dead ahead, sir!' "'Tis no joking matter,' growled chips angrily. "'Shet your head, ya monkey, or I'll heave ya over the side.'" Johnson turned fiercely upon him. "'Joke in you, Lummox! Slant your eye forwards, and don't sit there a-looking at yourself!' he snarled. "'Steady there,' I cried. "'Where's the vessel?' "'Right ahead, sir, and standing down this ways if I see straight.' I stood up on the stern locker and looked ahead. Sure enough, a white speck showed on the northern horizon, but I couldn't see enough of the craft's sails to tell which way she headed. The men all wanted to stand at once, and it took some sharp talk to get them under control. But the young girl at my side showed no signs of excitement. I looked at her, and her gentle eyes looked straight into mine. "'I knew she would come,' she said. I've prayed all the morning.' In twenty minutes, spent anxiously watching her. The ship raised her topsill slowly above the line of blue, and then we saw she really was jammed on the wind and reaching along toward us rapidly. "'Tis the pirate! No mistake!' cried the carpenter. "'Look at them rails! No one but the bit of a mate-trunnel! Evermast headed a yard like that!' "'The pirate!' yelled Johnson from forward.' And so indeed it really was. I looked at her and then at the sweet face at my side. All the hard lines of suffering and fright had left it. The eyes now had the same gentle, trusting look of innocence I had seen the first morning we had taken off the sovereign's crew. The reaction was too much for me. I was little more than a boy in years, so I reached for the girl's hand and kissed it. When I looked up I caught the clue of Janks's eye, but the rest were looking at the rapidly approaching ship. End of chapter. CHAPTER 18 OF MR. TRUNNEL, MATE OF THE SHIP, PIRATE This Lieberbox recording is in the public domain, and is read by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina. MR. TRUNNEL, MATE OF THE SHIP, PIRATE By T. Jenkins Haynes CHAPTER 18 When the pirate neared us we could make out a man coming down the rat-lines from the foretop, showing that she had evidently sighted us even before we had her. As she drew nearer still we could see Trunnel standing on the weather side of the poop, holding to a backstay and gazing aloft at his canvas, evidently giving orders for the watch to bear a hand and lay aft to the braces. He would lay his maniards aback in heave or two. Along the high top-gallon rail could be seen faces, and on the quarter-deck Mrs. Sackett stood with our friend Thompson, better known in the antipodes as Jackwell, the burglar. As I watched him standing there pointing to us I thought a poor gem. Wheel down, I heard Trunnel bawl as the ship came within fifty fathom. Slack away that librece, steadier wheel. Before the ship's headway had slackened we had out the oars and were rowing for her. In a moment a sailor had flung us a line and we were towing along at the miz and channels, with the men climbing aboard as fast as they could. Mrs. Sackett was passed over the rail and her mother took her below. I was the last one except Johnson to climb up. He stood at the bow ready to hitch on the tackles. But other men took his place and as I went over the rail Thompson came and shook my hand warmly. Sink me, Mr. Rowling, but you've had a time of it, hey? he said. How were the men on the sovereign? We've been standing along north and south for six days expecting to pick you up and here you are. It's all that Trunnel's doings. I was forgoing ahead the day we missed you but that big-headed little rascal insisted on hunting for you after seeing you leave the wreck. Where's Jim and Philippi and the rest? The sincerity of his welcome had taken me off my guard and I found myself standing there shaking his hand. Then I recovered myself. It's a pity Captain Thompson missed the ship the day she sailed. I said quietly. We were informed the night before that he be with us. It might have saved the lives of some good men. He let go my hand and smiled strangely at me, his hooked nose working, and his eyes taking that hard glint I knew so well. So you were really waiting for a man you'd never seen, hey? Was that the lay of it? And when I came aboard and said I was Thompson, you gulp down the bait. Hey, you bleeding fool! Who the dickens do you think I am, anyhow? I happened to know that you passed by the name of Jackwell, I said. Here are chips, I called, but the carpenter was already at my side. What name did Jim give the captain and what was his business? It is no use of making any more of it, Captain. We know all about you. The best thing you can do is to step down from the quarter-deck. Trunnel, said Thompson with his drawl, what do you think of these men coming back clean daft? The mate was close beside us, giving orders for the disposal of the small boat, and he turned and clasped my hand for the first time. Mighty glad to see you both back. I suppose the rest are aboard the sovereign, said he, looking us over. And they came aboard with a tale that I'm some other man than Captain Thompson, that I knew that he was coming and got aboard before him and went out in his place, said Jackwell. Sink me, Trunnel, but I'm afeard you'll have to put them in irons. That's queer enough, said the mate with a smile. Come below, Rollin, and let's have your yarn. You too, chips, you'll need a nip of good stuff as well. I'm sorry you've turned up with a screw loose. All right, Captain, square away when you're ready, the boat's all right. And the little bushy-headed fellow turned and led the way down over the poop, entering the forward cabin, where the steward was waiting to tell us how glad he was we had turned up, and also serve out good grog with a meal of potatoes and canned fruit. I was so tired and hungry from the exertion of the past twenty-four hours that I went below without further protest, chips following sullenly. I show enough glad to see you folks again, Mars-Rolling, said the steward. Take a little of the stuff that warms and invigorates. We fell to and ate heartily, and while we did so we told our story. Trunnel sat, and every now and again scratched his bushy head with excitement and interest while we told of the way Andrews had done. When we told how Jim had come to be aboard the pirate, he walked fore and aft on the cabin deck, shaking his head from side to side and muttering. Was Jim the only one who knew about the business? He asked. We told him he was, and that no one but chips in myself had heard what the detective had said. Trunnel sat with his hands in his hair for the remainder of the time we were filling ourselves. He said nothing further until chips made some remark about us taking the ship in. Then he arose and stood before us. It may be as you say, Rolling, I hate to doubt your word, and don't in a way, so to speak, but discipline is discipline. You men know that. Our captain comes aboard with a letter saying as he's the Thompson what'll take the ship out. We has orders to that effect from the owners. It ain't possible another man could have known of the things so quick, and come aboard to take his place. Least ways, we ain't got no evidence but the word of a sailor who's dead to the contrary. It may be as you say, but we'll have to stick to this fellow until we take soundings. When we gets in, then you may tell your tale and find men to back it. Don't say no more about it while we're out, for it won't do no good, it may get you both in irons. It was a devil you had for a shipmate when Andrews went with you. A terrible man, sure enough. I've insisted on standing backwards and forwards along the track for nearly a week in hopes we pick you up, and have nearly had trouble with the old man for waiting so long. He's heard of the Fracus, and will stand along to pick up his third mate. I don't know as he'll care for Andrews, but he'll take the girl-mate, sure, if he's afloat. There's no use of making any bones of the matter, Mr. Trunnel. Said Chips. That third mate in the murder-and-devil ink coming aboard this year's ship. If they do, I'll kill him myself when they comes over the side. And he arose, lugging out the revolver he had taken from the ruffian at the close of the fight. I stepped into my room and brought forth my own, handing Chips some cartridges for his. I think the men will stand to us in the matter, Trunnel, I said. The little mate looked sorrowfully at us both, and shook his great head slowly. Tain't no use of making a fuss, he said at last. Discipline is discipline, and you knows it. If the captain wants them fellows aboard, aboard they comes, and no one here can stop them. There's only one captain to a ship. When his orders don't go, there's blood and mutiny and piracy and death aboard. Put up your guns. Don't let's say no more about it till we raise them, for maybe they're gone under by this time. We won't reach the wreck anyways a fortnight. It happened, as he said. When we went on deck the pirate had swung her yards and was standing along in the direction we had come. Thompson, or rather, Jackwell, walked fore and aft on the weather side of the poop, and gazed at each turn of the horizon ahead. A lookout was posted in the fore-top, while the rest of the men lounged about the decks and discussed the situation and the tragedy of the day before. Chips was for open mutiny, and Johnson backed him. All our men were in sympathy with us, and some were so outspoken that they could be counted on if a fresh-frakus occurred. The majority, however, were so well under control that they appeared to be satisfied to obey orders under any conditions. The English men were neutral. All except Janks were silent, or advised the recognition of the established authority, telling how we could square matters afterward with our enemies. This shows how a sailor is at the mercy of any one who has been established in authority. If he resists in any manner, he is mutinous and is liable to the severest penalties. Here we were, with every prospect of having Andrews and our third mate on board again, to go through some other horror unless we turned pirates and took the ship. This was a risky thing to attempt, for if successful and there was any bloodshed, we would certainly either swing or pass under a heavy sentence. That is, of course, if we failed to prove that Thompson was the rascal Jim had told us he was. On the other hand, if we failed, there was the absolute certainty of being at the mercy of the rascal's cruelty, unless Trunel would be able to control them all. The little mate was a strange character. He believed in obeying orders under any conditions whatever, unless absolute proof could be had that the one who gave the orders was unauthorized to do so. In spite of his friendship for me, I knew full well that he would die rather than disobey the captain, no matter what the order was, provided he considered it a legitimate one. The fact that the men had committed horrible crimes did not in any manner disinherit them from the ship, in his opinion. They should be dealt with afterward according to the law. I took no part in an argument. Neither did Trunel or the Skipper. They both seemed satisfied of their position and took no pains to talk to the men as if they suspected a rising. I stood in the waist and remained looking steadily at the horizon until the sun dipped, and there was every prospect that night would come before we raised the black mast of the wreck. My pistol was in my pocket ready for instant use, and I saw by the bunch under chips's coat that he was also ready. His small black mustache was worked into points under the pressure of his nervous fingers, and he sat on the hatchcomings apart from all, save Johnson. The sailor walked a thwart-ships before him on the deck as if to get the stiffness out of his little legs, which seemed now thinner than ever as the setting sun shone between them through the curious gap. The upper limb of the red sun was just touching the line of water when the man in the foretop hailed the deck. Wreck on weather bow, sir! he bawled. My heart gave a great jump, and I looked at chips. Johnson made a movement with his hand as if holding a knife, and went to the weather rail and looked over. Weather main topsoil brace! came the call from Trunel. The men came tumbling aft and took their places. Lee braces Mr. Rowling, he called again, and I crossed the deck knowing that he would jammer as high as he could to make as far to windward as possible before darkness set in. We braced her sharper, and she pointed a bit higher, but she could not quite head up to the black stick that showed above the horizon. The wind, however, was steady, and under her royals the pirate was about the fastest and prettiest ship afloat. She healed gently to the breeze and went through it to the tune of seven knots, rolling the heft of the long sea away from her clipper bows, and tossing off the foam without a jar or tremble. I looked hard at the distant speck which was now just visible from the deck, and wondered how Andrews and his crew felt. I could see nothing of the sovereign's hull, and hope rose within me. I found myself saying over and over again to myself, she's gone under, she's gone under. Then just before it grew too dark to see any longer, I went aft and took up the glass. Through it the black forecastle of the wreck showed above the sea. End of chapter. Chapter 19 Of Mr. Trunnel, Mate of the Ship, Pirate This Lieberbach's recording is in the public domain, and is read by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina. Mr. Trunnel, Mate of the Ship, Pirate by T. Jenkins Haynes Chapter 19 It was quite dark before the pirate had come up with the wreck. The skipper and Trunnel had gone below to their supper, and I had charge of the deck, with orders to heave the ship into the wind when we came abreast, and sing out for the mate to man the boat. We were barely able to make within half a mile dead delivered, but when we did, I backed the main yards and clued up the courses, taking in the royals to keep from drifting off too fast in the gloom. Trunnel came on deck and gave orders to get out the boat. She was soon at the channels, jumping and thrashing in the sea, for the breeze was now quite strong. The mate jumped into her with four men, and Thompson went to the break of the poop and told me I could go below to supper. Chips and the steward came aft also, and we made out to eat a square meal in silence, each making a sign to his neighbour toward the back of his belt. While we ate, listening for the sound of oars that would tell of the return of the boat, we could hear snatches of the sad talk of the two women in the after-cabin through the bulkhead. This did not tend to raise our spirits, and we hurried through to be on deck when Trunnel returned. Scarcely had we gained the main deck when we heard the regular sound of the oars and oarlocks. Soon the dim shadow of the boat was seen heading toward us, outlined against the light in the eastern sky where the moon was rising. We took our places at the waist and awaited developments. Jackwell stood directly above me, and I could see his face with its glinting eyes turn toward me. His mustache was waxed into sharp points and curved upward, while his protruding chin and beak-like nose appeared to draw even nearer together. He was evidently quite well satisfied that he would be able to take care of his passengers, for he said nothing to me to indicate that he was disturbed by my proximity to the gangway. I had decided to shoot Andrews the moment he came over the side, without a word. This much I had confided to Chips and Johnson. They would stand by me if there was a general attack, and we would make the best terms possible afterward. The boat drew close aboard, and I could see the backs of the rowers swing fore and aft to the stroke. Then she shot alongside and was fast to the mishand channels, and I stepped back ready for action. Jackwell noticed my move and drew his pistol. I drew mine, and glancing around I saw that the Carpenter and Johnson were standing near, with their weapons at hand, and half a dozen sailors with them. I would not be alone. A form sprang over the side, and I raised my weapon almost before I knew it. Then I recognized Trunnell. You can disarm that young fool, Trunnell, said Jackwell, putting away his gun. It's lucky for him you've come back without anyone, or I'd have shot him in half a second more. The little mate came down the poop steps and went up to me. You better go below, Rowling, said he. I didn't tell him, he added under his breath, that you had said you'd mutiny before I left, or he would probably have done for both you and Chips. He doesn't even know now that Chips was with you, so get into your room and pipe down. I was so dazed at Trunnell coming back alone I could hardly talk. I looked again over the side to see if there was no mistake. All the men were now aboard, and only the empty craft was there, dancing at the end of her painter. Then I turned and followed the mate below. He's stopping just long enough to give orders to hoist in the boat and swing the yards. Jackwell went to the wheel, and away the ship went to the westward, leaving the shadowy thing there on the eastern horizon to mark the end of a fine ship. I stopped a moment to look at the derelict, and the rising moon cast a long line of silver light across the sea. Out in that shining track a dark stick rose from the water. That was the last I saw of the sovereign. Where were they? I asked Trunnell as we came into the cabin. Well, said the little mate, Cooley. Since you've worked yourself up so much over the matter, and as we're going along on our course again, as I suggested to the skipper before we raised the wreck, here he went to the pantry and brought out a bottle and held it out to me. No, I said. I don't want anything to drink. Tell me what became of the fellows on the wreck. It's my second watch, if I remember right, and I'll be ready to turn out at eight bells. Well, said Trunnell. Where they is and where they is not stumps me. Where a feller goes when he dies is mostly a matter of guesswork, so I don't know as I can say exactly just where them fellers is at. Here he took a long drink and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. I put my gun in my room and sat down at the cabin table, where he held the bottle as though undecided whether to take another drink or put it away in the pantry. Rum appeared to be easy of access on the ship, and I knew I could get it any time I wanted it. Well, you see, the way of it were like this, went on the mate. I didn't take no stock of those fellers being aboard a ship what had been a fire, so when you went into stays and swore to do bloody murder and sudden death to them fellers, I didn't let on to the old man. What's the use, says I. We ain't going to bring them back no ways. Weren't they aboard? I asked. Trunnel gave me a long, keen look. Be ye tellin' of this yarn-rolling, for me, he said. I asked his pardon for interrupting. As I wore a saiyan before ye put in your oar, when I hears that ye both had told the truth of the matter of the fight, it appeared to me that them fellers couldn't be aboard that rack. I told the old man so, but he were for standing along after them anyways. Then I were clean decided that the rack had done for them. Wasn't there a sign of them aboard? I asked again. There's such a thing as being inquisitive, said Trunnel, looking at me with his keen little eyes from under their shaggy brows. Them men ain't on that rack, and I told the skip or so, see. He pulled out his sheath-knife, went to the door of the cabin, and flung it clear of the ship's side. Then he came back. There's some such thing as justice on ships, when the fellers go too far. But discipline is discipline. The sooner ye get that through your head, the better. As for them men with Andrews, they had give up any right to live before I got there. I told the old man that the chances were again there being found there. I comes back and reports that they ain't there. That's all. Where they is, I don't much care. There is plenty of sharks in this here ocean, and some parts of them is most likely helping them. The rest is mostly in hell, I reckon. But as I says afore, that is a matter of mostly guesswork. A dim idea of the horror he had gone through came upon me. Good God-trunnel! I said. Did you do it alone? Well, there were only one strong one in the lot. But look here, young man. If you don't turn him pretty soon, you'll be in trouble again. He poured himself out another drink, and put the bottle in the pantry. Then he went on deck, and I turned in to think over the spectacle that must have occurred aboard the blackened derelict. I could see Andrews' hope and the third mate's joy at being rescued. I could even picture them undergoing the wild joy I had just felt myself when we had sighted the pirate. Then came that nameless something. Had the men seen it? A rescuer coming aboard with a bloody knife in his belt, and the ship standing away again on her course for the states on the other side of the world. There would be no explanations, and the blackened wreck half sunken in the swell would tell no tales. Trunnel was really a strange character. Discipline is discipline, I seem to hear him saying all my watch below. His step sounded above my head as he walked for an aft, during his watch, and during the periods of fitful slumber I enjoyed before Eight Bells struck, I fancied him a great giant whose feet struck with the thunderous sound at every stride. I was almost startled when his great bushy head was thrust into my room door, and he announced loudly that it was the mid-watch, and that I would need a stout jacket to ward off the cold. End of Chapter 20 Mr. Trunnel, Mate of the Ship Pirate For the next three days we went along Merrily to the Northward, the beginning of the southeast trade behind us, and our sky-sales drawing full overhead. On the third day Cape Agulis was sighted on our beam. Then away we went, scutting across the South Atlantic Ocean for the equator. Miss Sackett and her mother came on deck now and enjoyed the beautiful weather. The sufferings they had both gone through had made a deep impression upon them, and they were very quiet. The older woman would sit for hours in a faded dress, saved from the wreck of the Sovereign, gazing sadly at the wake sparkling away in the sunshine a stern. The bright gleam seemed to light up the memories of her past, and sometimes when I saw her she would have a tear trickling slowly down each cheek. Men as good as Sackett were scarce on deep water. But the daughter was different. She was sad enough at times. Being young, however, the loss of her father fell easier upon her. We often found time to chat together during the day-watches on deck, and she showed a marked interest in the ship and the people aboard, talking cheerfully of the future and the probable ending of the voyage. Jenks interested her and likewise Trunel, but the sturdy mate paid little attention to her, devoting all his time to the affairs of her mother. Thompson or Jackwell still commanded the ship, and Chips and I agreed there was no use in forcing matters with Trunel against us. We would bide our time and wait for him on making harbour. He was doing well enough now, and since the women had come aboard, he had been quieter in his cups, staying below when not sober enough to talk pleasantly. His mustache he curled with more care, and his dress was better than before. Otherwise he walked the deck with the same commanding air, and drawled out his orders as usual. He was the most temperate at the very times when I expected him to go off into one of his ugly, sarcastic fits, and was evidently trying to carry out the remainder of the voyage without any friction anywhere. This made matters easy for the mates. During this period of good weather the routine duties of the ship took the place of the fierce excitement of the past. The bright sunshine cheered us greatly, and the spirits of all on board rose accordingly. The day watches were spent in healthy labour on the main deck, bending old sails and sending below the new ones. A ship, unlike a human being, always puts on her old and dirty clothes in fine weather, and bends her new and strong ones for facing foul. The poultry and pigs, which nearly all deep-water ships carry, were turned loose to get exercise and air. The doctor worked up his plum-duff on the main hatch in full view of hungry men, and tobacco was in plenty for those who had money to pay for it, trunel giving fair measure to all who ran bills on the slump-chest. The little shaggy-headed fellow interested me more than ever now, and he was in evidence all day long. His hair and beard, which resembled the mane of a lion, could be seen at all times, from the poop to the top-gallant forecastle, rising above the hatches or going down the gangways, where he had tended to everything in person. Since the night when he came aboard with his bloody knife, I felt strangely toward him. He never alluded to the affair again in any way whatever, but went at his work in the same systematic and seamen-like manner that had, from the first, marked him as a thorough sailor. He was always considerate to the men under him, and many times when I expected an outburst of fierce anger, such as nine out of ten deep-water mates would indulge in at a stupid blunder of a lazy sailor, he simply gave the fellow a quiet talking to, and impressed him with the absolute necessity of care in his work. We had plenty of men aboard, and the crew of the sovereign were turned to each watch and made to do their share. After a few days, Trunnel came to me and told me I might choose a third mate for him out of the men who had been in the sovereign's crew. None of the men of the pirate, he said, were up to a mate's berth, except Johnson, and he, poor fellow, couldn't read or write. Janks was too slippery for me after his hand in the fracas, so I asked the steward to pick me out a man from forward, thinking he would be able to note the proper qualities better than myself, as he was thrown in closer contact with the men. The steward, gunning, was a mulatto, as I have said, and he was of a sympathetic disposition. Among the first who had come aboard, from the wreck, was an old fellow of nondescript appearance who had very thoughtfully seized several bottles of Captain Sackett's rum to have in the small boat in case of sickness. This was made possible by the flooding of the ship, which made it necessary for the men to live aft. The old fellow had apparently enjoyed good health, and had saved a couple of bottles which he offered to the steward as a bribe for our recommendation. This kindness on the old man's part had appealed directly to Gunning, and he had sent him aft to me as the very man I wanted. He was very talkative and full of anecdotes, proving a most interesting specimen. I ain't been out of sight of land before in my life, said he in a fit of confidence the first evening we divided watches. But old Chris Kringle believed everything I told him, and here I am, third mate of this hooker, as sober as a judge, waiting to get killed the first time I go aloft. Bleed me, but I'm in a fix. But it's no worse than I expected, for everything goes wrong nowadays. Well, what do you mean by coming aft here as mate when you know you can't fill the bill? I roared, made furious at his confession. Cap, said he, as calmly as if I hadn't spoken. Some men is born great. Some men tries to get great. And some men never has no show at all know-how. Take your chances, says I. Maybe I'm born great, and it only needs a little opportunity to bring it out. Like the measles. Anyways, I never let an opportunity for greatness come along without laying for it. I'm again it now, and if you ever hear of my being at sea again, just let me know. If you ever see the beach again you'll have reason to thank me, and I'll just tell you right now you can make up your mind for double irons until we get to Philadelphia. I shouted. Bleed me, Cap. That's just about what I didn't think you'd do, the lover responded. Give me a chance, and if I'm no good as third mate, I'll probably do as fourth. Try me. If I'm born great, I'll show up. If I'm not, I can at least die great or greater than I am. I've lived on land all my life, but I know something about sailing. I'm fifty-two year old, come next fall, and if I can't sail a ship after all I've seen of them, I'll be willing to live at irons or brass or anything. You go below and tell Mr. Gunning to come here to me. I said in no pleasant tone, and as the fellow shuffled off to do as I said, his bloated red features, told plainly what it had cost him to overcome Gunning, and get the steward into the state he must have been to recommend such a fellow for an officer aboard ship. When Gunning came aft he was so ashamed of himself that I let him go, and he picked a mate from one of the quarter-masters of the watch, while I turned the old fellow too as a landsman. This had no effect on his loquacity, however, for he never lost an opportunity for telling a sad yarn full of the woes of this life, and the anticipated ones in the world to come. He had drank much and thought little, except of his own sorrows and ill luck, but as his yearnings for sympathy did no harm he was seldom repressed. We were three months out, before we struck into the rains to the southward of the line, so there was an accumulation of dirty clothes aboard that would have filled the heart of a laundress with joy, or horror. The pirate was running close on her water, for the port tank had sprung a leak, and there was no condenser aboard. The allowance had been set at two quarts per day for each man. This was barely enough to satisfy ordinary thirst and no more. For the first day or two we made good headway into the squally belt. The heavy, black, and dangerous-looking clouds would come along about every half hour, just fast enough to keep the men busy, cluing down and hoisting the lighter canvas nearly all day long, for some would have a puff of wind ahead of them, and some a puff behind, make it at all guesswork as to how hard it would strike. After the second day we had the doldrums fair enough, and there we lay where their courses clued up, and our top-gallon sails wearing out with the continuous slatting, as the ship rolled lazily on the long, easy, equatorial sea. She was heading all around the compass, so there was not enough air to give her steering-way. So, after dinner, all hands were allowed to turn out their outfits on the main deck for a grand wash. When we were under one of those squall clouds, the water would fall so heavily that it would be ankle-deep in the waist in spite of the half-dozen five-inch scuppers spouting full streams out at both sides. The waterfall was enough to take away the breath, standing in it, but all hands turned out stripped to hide the waist. The scuppers were plugged, and soon the waist of the ship, about forty feet wide and sixty long, looked like a miniature lake with the after-hatch rising like a snow-white island from the center, and upon which a miniature surf broke as the water swashed and swirled with each roll of the ship. Here were hundreds of gallons of excellent water to wash in, and blankets, jumpers, flannels, etc., were soon floating at will, while the men seized whatever of their belongings they could lay hands on, and rubbed piece after piece with soap. The large pieces, such as blankets, were hauled into the shallows forward, where the ship's shear made a gently sloping beach. Then they were smeared with soap and laid just a wash, while the men would slide along them in their bare feet as though on ice, squeezing out great quantities of dirty suds. Afterwards they would be cast adrift in the deep water to rinse. I came to the break of the poop and looked down upon the busy scene a few feet beneath on the main deck. The water here was fully two feet deep in the scuppers, when the ship rolled to either side, and the men were almost washed off their feet with its rush. Some of them had climbed upon the island, the main hatch, where they sat and wrung the pieces of their apparel dry. Among these washers was my old third mate, now transformed into a somewhat shiftless sailor. The old fellow's wardrobe was limited. It consisted of his natural covering in the way of skin and hair, one shirt, and a pair of badly worn dungaree trousers. The shirt he had worn during the entire cruise, and perhaps some time before, and as it fitted him tightly, and as his natural covering of hair on his chest was thick, it gradually worked its way through the cloth, curling sharply on the outside, making the garment and himself as nearly one as possible. This had caused him no little inconvenience in washing, and it was with great difficulty he had removed the garment. He had spent half an hour rubbing it with a piece of saltwater soap, rinsed it thoroughly, and had it spread out on the hatchcomings. His work being finished he sat near it, with his knees drawn up to his breast, his hands locked around his shins, and his face wearing an expression of deep and very sad thought. Trunnel came out on the deck and had his things cast into the water with the rest. Then he peeled off his shirt and stood forth naked to the waist, a broad belt strapped tightly about him holding his trousers. His muscles now showed out for the first time, and I stood gazing at the enormous bunches on his back and shoulders. He was like some monstrous giant cut off at the waist and stuck upon a pair of absurdly short legs, which, however, were simply knots of muscle. When he had finished his shirt he turned over the rest of his belongings to Johnson to wash for him. Then his gaze fell upon the unhappy-looking old fellow on the hatch, who was holding his single shirt now in his hands, waiting for it to dry sufficiently for him to wear it again. As the rain fell in torrents every few minutes, this appeared an endless task, and the old man grew more sorrowful. "'There ain't nothing in this world for me,' said he, sadly. "'Not even a bloomin' shirt. Here I am shipwrecked and lost on a well-found ship, and sink me, I ain't even able to change me clothes one piece at a time.' "'You'll soon be a sure again, old fellow,' said Trunel. "'And then you'll have liquor and clothes in plenty.' "'What's liquor to me?' said the old man. "'Why, meet and drink, when you hast to quit it off sudden like,' said Trunel. "'It's clothes I want, not no rum. Can't you see I'm naked as Adam, except for this old rag? I wouldn't mind if I were signed on regular like the rest, because I could take it out the slop chest in work. But here I is without no regular work, no chance to draw on the old man, and next month most like will be runnin' up the latitudes interfrost. I'm in a hard fix, shipmate, and you can see it.' Trunel seemed to be thinking for several minutes. Then he spoke. "'There's lots of bugs and things forwards ain't there,' said he. "'If by lots you mean millions, I reckon you're talkin,' said the man. "'Well,' said Trunel, "'I'll tell you what I'll do. You get a sale needle and a line to it about half a fathom long, see?' "'I seize.' "'Well, then you go about between decks and in the alleyways and behind the bunks, and around the galley, and earn your own outfit with that needle, see. When you have a string of bugs that fillin' the string like clear up to the needle's eye, you bring them after me, and I gives you credit for them in clothes or grog, each string being worth a drink, and a hundred worth a shirt or pants. Do you get on to the game?' "'I get on to it well enough,' said the fellow, but what I wants to know is, whether you'll take me word of honour that I'll catch a string of bugs a fortnight, and give me the rum now to stave off the chill.' "'I will,' said Trunel. The old man rose from the hatchway, and struggled hard to get into his shirt. The garment had shrunk so, however, that the sleeves reached but to his elbows, and the tails to his waistband. He seized the open front in his hand and looked solemnly at the mate with his sad eyes. "'Leave me to it. Leave me to it. For the Lord's sake, leave me to it,' he said quietly. And Trunel went into the forward cabin with the apparition following eagerly in his wake. "'What a strange little giant he was, this mate. Discipline is discipline,' he would say, and no man got anything for nothing aboard his ship.' CHAPTER XXI. WE CROSSED THE LINE IN 24 WEST LONGITUDE, RUNNING CLOSE TO THE ST. PALL'S ROCKS. These strange peaks to the southward of the equator caused some interest aboard, rising as they do out of the middle of the ocean a mile or more in depth. The air was hot and muggy the day we crossed into the northern hemisphere, and the light breeze died away again, leaving the ship with her courses clued up, rolling and wallowing uneasily in the swell. Jackwell, as I must always call him now, spruced himself up better than usual, and paid more attention to the ladies. He avoided me at every opportunity, but as neither chips nor myself ever alluded to the story we had heard from Jim, his courage rose, and he became more familiar with the men. Up to this time we had not sighted a single sail since the Sovereign, but here on the line, where the fleets of the maritime world congregate to pick up the north or southeast trades, we sighted many ships bound both out and in. One of these that happened nearest was the shark, whaling brig of three hundred tons, commanded by Captain Henry, a man who had sailed in American ships engaged in the deep-water trade for years before he had taken to whaling. This vessel signalled us, and when we had answered and found out who our neighbor was, we were invited aboard. Jackwell was willing to go with the ladies, as he thought it might prove a diversion. There was no chance for a breeze, and the ships were within half a mile of each other, with a smooth sea between. He insisted, however, that I go along to command the boat. Chips and I had from the first decided to try and get a peep at the captain's trunk, and this might prove our chance. Gunning's tail of its great weight gave rise to many high thoughts, and if it were gold, much might be hoped for if we landed our man when we made port. A few words were the carpenter was enough, and then I got the men at work hoisting out the boat. I found time to try and persuade Trunnel to take my place in the small craft, but he was firm. It would never do, he said, to leave the ship without a high officer aboard. There's no tell enrolling just what might happen in this world while a feller is on the deep sea. No, sir. Go ahead and enjoy yourself. There's a going to be some line jokes I reckon aboard that brig. If the skipper ain't been across before, he'll be liable to catch the fun as well as the rest, but he don't know nothing about such things. I was a little suspicious at Trunnel's determination to stay aboard, especially when I found out he knew the captain of the whaler very well. However, I had the small boat hoisted out and made ready for the passengers. This time there was a compass and water breaker aboard, and a foghorn in the stern sheets in case of need. Mrs. Sackett was helped into the small craft, and her daughter followed, both women looking brighter than at any time during the cruise. Mrs. Sackett was not a bad-looking woman at any time, looking of about the medium height, with a smooth complexion, and her figure finely proportioned. Her daughter seated herself beside her in the stern, and Jackwell climbed over the rail. He was dressed in a very fine suit of clothes, his shirt front white, and his waxed mustache curled fiercely. His glinting eyes had a somewhat humorous expression, I thought, and he appeared very well pleased with himself. Jackwell came to the rail and leaned over. Good luck to you, he cried. We'll expect you back to dinner. Keep an eye on my room, and don't let the steward disturb the charts on my trunk until I come back. The last sight has worked out on the one lying on the table, replied Jackwell. Then the oars fell across, and we shot out over the smooth ocean to the brig that rolled lazily half a mile distant. The skipper appeared in a most humorous mood, which increased as did the distance between the ships. He talked to Mrs. Sackett incessantly, and actually had that lady laughing happily at his remarks. Miss Sackett did not rise to his humor, however, and her mother noticed it. Jenny dear, why don't you laugh? Captain Thompson is so funny, she said. I will when he gets off a good joke, mother. Get off a good joke, echoed the skipper. Well, that's what I call hard. A good joke? Why, my dear child, I've gotten off the joke of my life to-day. Sink me if I ain't played the best joke of the year, and on trunel too at that. A good joke? Ha-ha-ha! And he threw his head back and laughed so loud and long that his mirth was infectious, and I even found myself smiling at him. Tell us what it is, said Miss Jenny. Ha-ha-ha! Tell you what it is! Laughed Jackwell, and his nose worked up and down so rapidly that I marvelled at it. His glinting eyes were almost closed and his face was red with exertion. And suppose I'd tell you what it is, Miss Sackett? You wouldn't laugh. Not you. You couldn't rise to the occasion like your mama. No, sink me. If I told you what it was, you wouldn't laugh. So you'll all have to wait till you get back aboard to hear it. But it's a good one. No fear. We were now almost alongside of the brig, and could see her captain at the gangway waiting to receive us. All along the rail strange faces peeped over at us. Way enough! cried Jackwell, and the oars were shipped. The boat swept alongside and a ladder was lowered for us. I climbed out first to be able to assist the ladies, and as I gained the deck I was greeted by a strongly built, bearded man who looked at me keenly out of clear blue eyes. I'm glad to see you, sir, said he, holding out his hand. I shook hands and turned to help Miss Sackett over the rail. Then came Miss Jenny, and last of all our Captain. Jackwell sprang up the ladder quickly and stood in the gangway. How are you, sir, Captain Top? Captain Henry checked himself, looking at our skipper as though he had seen a ghost. Why, Jack! But Jackwell had put up his hand, smiling pleasantly. Jack, it is, old man. You haven't forgotten the time I picked you up on the beach, have you? He said, laughing. Mrs. Sackett, he cried, turning, allow me to introduce my friend, Captain Henry. Miss Sackett also. Here's a skipper who hasn't forgotten the day I pulled him out of the water on the coast of South Wales, where he was wrecked. Sink me, but it's a blessing to see gratitude. He cried again, laughing heartily. Fancy one skipper pulling another out of the sea, hey! Can you do that? Well, I want to know, replied Henry. I never knew you was a— You never knew what, old man. What is it you never knew? Sink me, it would fill every barrel you have below, hey! Wouldn't it? What you never knew, nor never will know, would fill your little ship so full she'd sink, Henry, or I'm a soldier. Ha-ha-ha! My boy, I don't mean to cast no insinuations at you, but that's a fact, ain't it. But what the dickens have you got going on aboard? He turned and gazed at the brig's main deck, where tubs of water and soap-suds were being poured into the trying-out kettles built in the brig's waist. Why, said Henry, since you are a sea-capting, you must know the lay of it. Ain't you never crossed the line in a sailing ship before? He had apparently recovered himself, and the surprise at meeting an old acquaintance appeared to give him pleasure. Taking Mrs. Sackett by the hand, he let her aft up the poop steps, Jackwell following, keeping up a continual talk about whales and wailing skippers. Jenny and I followed behind and examined the brig's strange outfit. The first mate, a man of middle age, lean and gaunt, came forward and introduced himself. He had sailed in every kind of ship, and was now wailing, he declared, for the last time. As I have made several last voyages myself, I knew that he meant simply to show involuntarily that he was a confirmed sailor of the most pronounced sort. He showed us the lines and irons, the cutting-in outfit, and the kettles and furnace for boiling down the blubber. We followed him about, and I expressed my thanks when we arrived at the poop again, where he left us. Jenny was not interested, and the fact was not lost upon the old fellow, who turned away to join his mates at the kettles. "'Do you know, Mr. Rowling, I don't care a rep for ships,' said she. "'They don't interest me any more, and I don't think they are the place for women, anyhow. It would be mighty lonesome for some men if they acted on that idea, and kept out of them,' I answered. We were all alone by the mizzen, the captains having gone below with Mrs. Sackett to show her the interior of the ship. The young girl looked up, and I fancied there was just a sparkle of amusement in her eyes. "'Do you really think so?' she said. "'Can't men find more useful occupations than following the sea? That is, those who are lonely?' Some men are fitted to do certain things in this world, and unfitted for others. It would be hard on those whose lines are laid out like that for them. You don't think a man follows the sea after his first voyage because he likes it, do you?' I said. "'Then for heaven's sake, why don't they stay ashore?' she demanded. "'Would you care for a man who would stay out of a thing that he was fitted for, simply because it was hard?' I asked her. She blushed and turned away. I was not speaking of caring for any one, Mr. Rowling.' She replied. And then she added quickly. "'I think we will go below and see what they have for us.' "'No, wait just one minute, Jenny.' I said, taking her hand and stopping her gently, without attracting the attention of the men forward. "'This is the first time we've had a chance to talk of ourselves in two months. I want to ask you if you really meant that.' "'Mint what?' she said, stopping and turning around, facing me squarely. "'That you don't care for any one?' I stammered, and I remember how my face burned. She let me hold her hand and looked up into my eyes. "'I never said any such thing that I didn't care for any one,' she replied. "'Then do you, Jenny?' She made no answer, and let her eyes fall. I let go her hand and drew myself up, for I was uncertain. "'I say, Rowling, what the doos are you two doing?' bawled the voice of Jackwell from the companion, and then I realized that there was little privacy aboard a ship of three hundred tons. We went aft guiltily and met the rest coming up the companion with bottled beer and sandwiches which were served as refreshments. Others were set out by the old mate and two harpooners who had come aft, and the cook spruced himself up to get us out of Plum Duff for lunch. From where we sat behind the poop-rise nothing could be seen forward, and here we ate and drank while Jackwell laughed and talked incessantly, being a completely changed man from the sarcastic and somewhat truculent skipper I had known for the last three months. It was finally suggested that as the awning was stretched the Plum Duff could be served on deck better than below in the stuffy cabin, so here we enjoyed the meal.