THE ABANDONED SHIP.
The crafty Italian, however; was not so easily disposed of.
He was perfectly at home in the water, and had, by diving, kept himself
concealed from view, his intention being to swim toward the abandoned
vessel, which he had seen as soon as he came on deck.
He knew that a long term of imprisonment awaited him, if he was
taken to New York, and he deemed any risk, no matter how desperate,
preferable to that fate.
This decided him in jumping overboard.
In time, he succeeded in reaching the water-logged ship, which rolled
uneasily upon the heaving bosom of the deep.
Climbing up the chains, he got on board and found himself the sole
master of a fine vessel.
She was partly laden with timber, which accounted for her keeping
afloat, in the disabled condition in which she was.
His first task was to examine her cabins, which were free from water.
In the forecastle he found everything in disorder, as if the vessel had
been abandoned in a hurry and without sufficient cause.
Probably the ship was overwhelmed by the fury of the storm in the dead
of night, and the crew, seized with a panic, had lowered the boats.
Her figure-head had been washed away and the name on her stern was not
decipherable.
Bambino could only make out the letters, "v--r--e--a--n--d--ris."
Going aft, he descended the companion-ladder, and entered the captain's
cabin, where the same indications of haste were noticeable as in the
forecastle.
Everything had been thrown about in reckless confusion, and many
articles of value were piled up, as if to be carried away.
In various lockers he found provisions in plenty, unharmed by the
saltwater. Cans of meats, sardines, biscuits and fruits, as well as
bottles of wine, brandy and beer.
His spirits rose at this timely discovery, and his elation increased
as he reflected that the ship would keep afloat for some time, unless
engulfed by another storm, of which there was no indication at present.
Sitting down, he placed on the table of the cabin an excellent repast,
of which he partook with a good appetite, washing it down with copious
draughts of wine.
His satisfaction culminated when he found a box of fine cigars, which
he promptly began to smoke, a box of matches affording him all the
light he wanted.
While he was congratulating himself upon his good luck, he heard a
peculiar sound.
This came from what appeared to be an inner cabin, the door of which
was locked.
The sound resembled the moaning of some human being in deep anguish.
Somewhat superstitious, Bambino crossed himself and muttered a prayer.
Again the sound was repeated.
Bambino's hair began to erect itself, and he advanced to the partition,
inclining his head in a listening position.