The _Steadfast_ now steered westward across the Pacific. Leonard
Champion was indeed much changed. He no longer took pleasure in the
light reading and frivolous conversation in which he had previously
indulged. He knew that he was a sinner, and he believed that Jesus
Christ died to save sinners; but he had not discovered that by simple
faith in the all-sufficient atonement of the Saviour's precious blood
shed on Calvary, his sins were already washed away, and that he might
live rejoicing in the love of God, and go to Him as a child goes to an
affectionate parent, with the certainty of obtaining all he asks for, if
it is for his good.
Leonard, however, took every opportunity of talking to Harry. Harry
listened respectfully; but he thought that the mate was ill and out of
spirits, and he did not feel, therefore, that he need be much influenced
by what was said.
Several weeks passed, and once more the cheering cry of "There she
spouts!" was heard, and several whales were captured.
The ship was in sight of a rocky island. Three of the boats had already
gone away in pursuit of a whale in an opposite direction from the
island, the captain himself being in one of them, when another was seen
spouting towards the land. The boat of which old Tom had charge was
immediately lowered. Harry and Dickey, who had long been eager to go in
chase of a whale, slipped down just as she was shoving off. The first
mate, who remained in charge of the ship, hailed them to come back.
"The captain promised to let us go some day, and we could not have a
better opportunity," shouted Bass.
The mate, understanding that the captain had given them leave, told them
that they might go; and old Tom, who had been busy arranging his
harpoons, was under the same impression.
The crew giving way, the boat was soon at a distance from the ship.
Before she got up to the whale, the monster had sounded; but from the
direction it had taken old Tom felt certain that it would rise again
still nearer the island. The boat accordingly pulled on. He was not
mistaken, but the whale was still some way off. Once more the men bent
to their oars. The monster, unconscious of danger, was still above
water. As the boat drew near, old Tom was standing up in the bow,
harpoon in hand, ready to plunge it into the whale's side. Its flukes
were just going up as, with unerring aim, he darted his weapon, which
sunk deep into its side. With rapid strokes the boat was backed away,
and old Tom returned aft to manage the line, now running rapidly out as
the whale sounded. The second line was got ready and made fast to the
first, that had almost run out before it began to slacken, as the whale
returned to the surface. The crew were hauling it in when the monster
appeared. They had just time to make it fast round the bollard, when
the whale darted off, towing the boat at a rapid rate towards the
island. It seemed in no way disposed to slacken its speed; but old Tom
knew that if the harpoon held they would at length come up with it.
The ship had in the meantime been standing after the other boats, and
was now almost hull down; still, as the island would mark their
position, they had little fear of not being picked up after the other
whales were captured.
The sun was by this time near the horizon, and the wind had increased
considerably since they left the ship, but, as it blew off the shore,
the sea was tolerably smooth.
At length the monster, growing weary, slackened its speed, and the line
was hauled in. The boat had got nearly up to it when it again sounded,
but only for a short time. On its return to the surface, old Tom was
able to plunge several lances into its body, and then, the boat backing
away from it, after it had struggled and lashed the water with its tail
for a few minutes, it turned over on its side, and a shout proclaimed
that the crew were victors. They now prepared to tow their prize
towards the ship; but darkness had come on, and when they looked out for
her she was nowhere to be seen. Still, as they knew the direction in
which she was to be found, they hoped to get alongside before midnight,
and bending lustily to their oars, pulled away. They had not gone far
before they had to meet the wind, which had hitherto come off the shore,
and was in their favour; and the sea rising rapidly, they made but slow
way with the whale in tow. No sound was heard but the roaring of the
surf on the rocky island and the breaking of the sea-caps, which ever
and anon leaped on board. Harry and Dickey heartily wished themselves
safe on board again, while old Tom, as he stood up steering with his
oar, looked out anxiously ahead, in the hope of seeing a light from the
ship. The sea-caps, however, came tumbling on board faster than ever.
"There is work for you, boys," he observed. "We must get rid of some of
this water, or else we shall have more than enough."
The boys turned to and bailed with might and main; but their efforts
were not sufficient, and one of the men was obliged to assist them.
"There is the light, lads!" cried old Tom; "but it's a long way off," he
murmured.
Far away, just above the breaking seas ahead, could be seen the glare of
a blue light; it seemed to come out of the water, and showed that the
ship was indeed a long way off.
"We shall not get alongside with the whale to-night," observed old Tom.
"Neither with it nor without it," answered one of the men.
"It will be lucky if we get anywhere," said another.
The sea had now risen still more than at first, and dark heavy masses
crested with foam came rolling on towards the boat.
It was proposed to hang on to the whale, and wait till the ship stood
towards them. The boat was made fast under the lee of the monster's
body, which served somewhat to break the force of the seas.
Again a pale blue light was seen, but it was evidently only the upper
rays, showing that the ship was hull down. The captain might not dare
to venture so near a rocky coast, off which unknown reefs might lie hid,
even to save their lives.
In a short time the body of the whale scarcely afforded them shelter,
and the seas, rolling over it, broke on board. The crew cried out that
they should be swamped, and proposed pulling for the island and landing
on the rocks.
"We shall have a chance of saving our lives, and it will be better than
being swamped out here!" exclaimed the man who had first spoken.
"We shall have but a poor chance if we attempt to land on the rocks, I
tell you that, lads," said old Tom. "I would rather keep hold of the
whale."
Still the men declared that they would, at all events, rather chance it.
Just as they were speaking, the clouds to windward appeared to open, and
a bright light darted from the sky. This decided old Tom, for he knew
that it was the sign of a still further increase of wind.
"I hope we shall not have to run on the rocks," he said; "just, however,
as we made fast to the whale, I observed an opening in the surf. It was
a very narrow one, though. If we can find it we will attempt to run
through, for there is sure to be a harbour inside, and we have no other
hope of saving our lives that I can see."
The boat was accordingly cast off from the whale, and her head being
kept to the seas, to prevent her from being swamped, the crew exerted
all their strength to gain the land. Ahead appeared a long line of
roaring, foaming breakers, with a rocky shore beyond, and the dim
outline of the dark hills farther on. For an hour or more they pulled
on, but no opening in the mass of foaming breakers could be discerned.
They were beginning to despair, when old Tom said that he could see the
place he was in search of, for he had remarked the peculiar shape of the
hills at that spot. He accordingly steered in for the shore. Harry and
Dickey, however, could see nothing but the threatening breakers.
"It's very awful!" observed Dickey to his companion. "I wish I was
prepared to die. It's bad enough now, and if the boat once gets caught
in those breakers it will be all over with us. Harry, can you say any
prayers?"
"I am trying to do so," said Harry, who saw the danger as well as
Dickey.
Old Tom was too much occupied to make any remark. He kept his eye
steadily fixed on a dark patch of water which appeared in the white line
of foam, and he steered towards it. The roaring sound of the surf as it
dashed against the wild rocks grew louder and louder. Still old Tom
urged the men to pull as hard as they could. Many of them thought,
however, that they were only pulling to meet destruction the sooner.
"I see the passage now!" exclaimed Harry, as he looked up for a moment
while bailing the water out.
"You are right, lad," said old Tom. "Steady, lads! there is One above
who will protect us. We will do our best, and trust to Him."
The men gave way. They knew well that in a few minutes more they should
be safe, or struggling helplessly among the foaming waters. The loud
roar of the breakers sounded in their ears. They bent to their oars;
the boys bailed as hard as they could. Old Tom kept his eye ahead. A
huge wave lifted up the boat, and seemed about to heave her into the
midst of the boiling surf. Onwards she was borne; now she was between
two walls of white hissing foam, which flew in thick masses over her;
but still she went on, and, gliding downwards with the rapidity of an
arrow, in a few seconds she shot into smooth water, leaving the dark
rocks and the roaring breakers astern. The wind blew fiercely, the
thunder roared, and the lightning flashed vividly; but she was now safe
within the shelter of a deep bay. By the glare of the lightning it
could be seen that there were cliffs on either side. The crew pulled
steadily up the centre till they reached a sandy beach at the farther
end, where they landed, and hauled their boat up.
"Now, lads, let us return thanks to God for preserving us from the
greatest danger I have ever been in, or any of you either, probably,"
said old Tom. "If we had not been guided into the passage when we were,
it is my belief that the boat would in a few minutes have gone to the
bottom, for the gale is blowing nearly twice as hard as it did when we
cast off from the whale."
Though most of the men had refused to join with old Tom in prayer on
board ship when in safety, no one now declined to do as he suggested;
and, led by him, they knelt down on the sands, and offered up
thanksgivings for their preservation from the danger in which they had
been placed. Even Dickey Bass uttered a fervent "Amen," and Harry felt
that God had indeed been merciful to him.
"Where should we have been now, Bass, if we had missed the passage?" he
asked.
"I don't know," answered Dickey; "but I am very thankful that we are
safe."
It was too dark to enable them to go in search of shelter, if shelter
was to be found; so they stretched the boat's sail out from her side,
and formed a low tent, beneath which they lay down to shelter themselves
from the storm till the return of daylight.