THE ‘’LIZA ROBBINS.’
The gale was followed by several days of true tropical weather: light
airs before which our stem slided so softly as to leave the water
unwrinkled; then pauses of utter stagnation with the horizon slowly
waving in the roasting atmosphere as if it were some huge snake winding
round and round the sea and our mastheads wriggling up into the brassy
blue like the points of rotating corkscrews.
I rose one morning early, loathing the narrow frizzling confinement of
my cabin, where the heat of the upper deck dwelt in the atmosphere with
a sort of tingling, and where the wall, thick as the scantling was and
cooled besides outside by the wash of the brine, felt to the hand warm
as a glass newly rinsed in hot water. I went on deck and found myself
in a cloudless day. The sun was a few degrees above the horizon, and
his wake flowed in a river of dazzling glory to the inverted image of
the yacht reflected with mirror-like perfection in the clear, pale-blue
profound over which she was imperceptibly stealing, fanned by a draught
so tender that it scarcely lifted the airy space of topgallant-sail
whose foot arched like a curve of new moon from one topsail yard-arm to
the other.
I had noticed the dim grey outline of what was apparently a huge shark
off our quarter on the previous night, and went to the rail to see
if the beast was still in sight; and I was overhanging the bulwark,
sniffing with delight the fresh salt smell that floated up from
alongside, scarce warmed as yet by the early sun, and viewing with
admiration the lovely representation of the yacht’s form in the water,
with my own face looking up at me too, as though I lay a drowned man
down there, when Finn suddenly called out: ‘A humpish looking craft,
your honour; and I’m a lobster if I don’t think by the stink in the air
that her cargo’s phosphate manure!’
I sprang erect, and on turning was greatly astonished to observe a
barque of some four or five hundred tons approaching us just off the
weather bow, and almost within hail. I instantly crossed the deck to
get a better view of her. She was a round-bowed vessel, deep in the
water, with a dirty white band broken by painted ports going the length
of her, and she rolled as clumsily upon the light swell as if she were
full of water. She had apparently lost her foretopgallant-mast, and
the head of the topmast showed heavy with its crosstrees over the tall
hoist of single topsail. A group of men stood on the forecastle viewing
us, and now and again a head was thrust over the quarterdeck rail. But
she was approaching us almost bow on, and her bulwarks being high,
there was little to be seen of her decks.
‘Very queer smell,’ said I, tasting a sort of faint acid in the
atmosphere, mingled with an odour of an earthy, mouldering kind, as
though a current of air that had crept through some churchyard vault
had stolen down upon us.
‘Bones or bird-dung, sir; perhaps both. I recognise the smell; there’s
nicer perfumes a-going.’
‘Has she signalled you?’
‘Ay, sir; that she wanted to speak, and then she hauled her colours
down when she saw my answering pennant. She’s been in sight since hard
upon midnight. Crimp made her out agin the stars, and how we’ve stole
together, blessed if I know, for all the air that’s blowed since the
middle watch wouldn’t have weight enough to slant a butterfly off its
course.’
‘What do they want, I wonder?’ said I; ‘rather a novelty for _us_ to be
spoken, Finn, seeing that it has always been the other way about. Bless
me! how hot it is! Pleasant to be a passenger aboard yonder craft under
that sun there, if the aroma she breathes is warrant of the character
of her cargo.’
A few minutes passed; the barque then shifting her helm slowly drew
out, giving us a view of her length. As she did so she hauled up her
main course and braced aback her fore-yards. This looked like business;
for, had her intention been to hail us merely in passing, our joint
rate of progress was so exceedingly slow as to render any manœuvring,
such as heaving to, unnecessary. Finn and I were looking at her,
waiting for the yacht to be hailed, when Crimp, who had been in the
waist superintending the washing down of the decks--for he was in
charge, though the captain had come up at once on hearing that there
was a vessel close to us; sour old Crimp, I say, whom I had observed
staring with a peculiar earnestness at the barque, came aft and said:
‘Ain’t this smell old bones?’
‘Foul enough for ’un,’ answered Finn.
‘Dummed,’ cried Crimp, gazing intently with his cross eyes whilst his
mat of beard worked slowly to the action of his jaw upon a quid as
though there were something behind it that wanted to get out, ‘if I
don’t believe that there craft’s the “’Liza Robbins.”’
‘Well, and what then?’ demanded Finn.
‘Why, if so, my brother’s her skipper.’
Finn levelled his glass. He took a long look at the figure of a man who
was standing on the barque’s quarter, and who was manifestly pausing
until the vessel should have closed a little more yet to hail us.
‘Is your brother like you, Jacob?’ he asked, bringing his eye from the
telescope.
‘Ay, werry image, only that his wision’s straight. We’re twins.’
‘Then there ye are to the life!’ cried Finn, bursting into a laugh and
pointing to the barque’s quarterdeck.
Crimp rested the glass on the rail and put his sour face to it. ‘Yes,’
he exclaimed, ‘that’s ’Arry, sure enough,’ and without another word he
returned to the waist and went on coolly directing the scrubbing and
swabbing of the men.
‘Mr. Monson,’ said Finn, who had taken the glass from Crimp, and
extending it to me as he spoke, ‘just take a view of them figures on
the fo’k’sle, sir, will ’ee? There’s three of ’em standing alone close
against the cathead. They ain’t blue-jackets, are they?’
But at that instant we were hailed, and I forgot Finn’s request in
listening to what was said.
‘Schooner ahoy!’
‘Hallo!’ answered Finn.
‘What schooner is that and where are you bound?’ cried the man on the
barque’s quarter-deck in a voice whose sulky rasping note so exactly
resembled Jacob Crimp’s when he exerted his lungs, that I observed
some of our sailors staring with astonishment, as though they imagined
Muffin had gone to work again.
‘The “Bride” of Southampton on a cruise,’ responded Finn, adding in an
aside to me: ‘no use in singing out about the Cape of Good Hope, sir.’
There was a brief pause, then Finn bawled: ‘What ship are you?’
‘The “’Liza Robbins,”’ was the answer, ‘of and for Liverpool from
Hitchaboo with a cargo of gewhany.’
‘Thought so,’ exclaimed Finn to me with a snuffle; ‘d’ye smell it now,
sir? How they can get men to sign for a woyage with such a cargo beats
my going a fishing.’
‘Schooner ahoy!’ now came from the barque again.
‘Hallo?’
‘I’ve got a lady and gent here,’ roared the figure through his hands
which he held funnelwise to his mouth, ‘as want to get aboard summat
smelling a bit sweeter nor this. They was wrecked in a yacht like
yourn, and I came across ’em in a open boat five days ago. Will’ee take
’em?’
‘What was the name of the yacht, can you tell me?’ cried Finn.
The man turned his head, evidently interrogating another, probably his
mate, who stood a little behind him; then bringing his hands to his
mouth afresh, he roared out ‘The “Shark”!’
Finn slowly brought his long face to bear upon mine; his figure moving
with it as though the whole of him were a piece of mechanism warranted
to perform that motion but no more. ‘Gracious thunder!’ he exclaimed
under his breath and then his jaw fell. I heard the confused humming of
the men’s voices forward, a swift flow of excited talk subdued into a
sort of buzzing by their habits of shipboard discipline. I felt that I
was as pale in the face as if I had received some violent shock.
‘The “Shark”!’ I cried in a breathless way; ‘the lady and gentleman
then aboard that vessel must be the Colonel and Lady Monson. The yacht
probably met with the gale that swept over us and foundered in it;’
then pulling myself together with an effort, for amazement seemed to
have sent all my wits adrift for a moment, I exclaimed, ‘Hail the
barque at once, Finn; say that you will be happy to receive the lady
and gentleman. Ask the captain to come aboard, or, stay--where is
Crimp? Let old Jacob invite his brother. We must act with extreme
wariness. My God, what an astounding confrontment!’
‘Mr. Crimp,’ roared Finn, on a sudden exploding, as it were, out of his
state of petrifaction. Jacob came aft. ‘Jump on that there rail, Mr.
Crimp, and tell your brother who ye are and ask him aboard.’
The sour little man climbed on to the bulwarks, and in a voice that was
the completest imaginable echo of that in which the fellow aboard the
barque had hailed us, he shouted ‘’Arry ahoy!’
The other stood a while staring, dropping his head first on one side,
then on the other, in the manner of one who discredits his sight and
seeks to obtain a clearer view by dodging about for a true focus.
‘Why, Jacob,’ he presently sang out, ‘is that you, brother?’
‘Ay, come aboard, will ye, ’Arry?’ answered Crimp, with which he
dropped off the rail and trudged sourly to the gangway without the
least visible expression of surprise or pleasure or emotion of any kind.
Meanwhile I had taken notice of strong manifestations of excitement
amongst the little group on the forecastle of the barque--I mean
the small knot of men to whom Finn had called my attention. The
vessels lay so near together that postures and gestures were easily
distinguishable. There could be no doubt now that the fellows had
formed a portion of a yacht’s crew. Their dress betokened it; they
gazed with much probing and thrusting of their heads and elbowing of
one another at our men, who lined the forward bulwarks--most of our
sailors having turned up--as though seeking for familiar faces. I
eagerly looked for signs of the colonel and his companion, but it was
still very early; they were doubtless in their cabins, and the crying
out of voices from vessel to vessel was so recent that even if the
couple had been disturbed by the noise they would not yet have had time
to dress themselves and make their appearance on deck.
‘Will you go and report to Sir Wilfrid, sir?’ said Finn.
‘At once,’ I answered. ‘Let old Jacob’s brother have the full story,
the whole truth, should he arrive before I return. His sympathies must
be enlisted on Sir Wilfrid’s side, or there may happen a most worrisome
difficulty if the Colonel refuses to leave that barque and should make
some splendid offer to the skipper to retain him and her ladyship.’
‘I’ll talk with Jacob whilst his brother’s a-coming, sir,’ said Finn.
I stepped below with a beating heart. I was exceedingly agitated,
could scarce bring my mind to accept the reality of what had happened,
and I dreaded moreover the effect of the news upon my cousin. The
‘Shark’ foundered!--the couple we were in chase of picked up out
of an open boat!--this great, blank, lidless eye of ocean, whose
infinite distances I had pointed into over and over again to Miss
Laura, yielding up the pair that we were in chase of in an encounter
bewildering as a surprise and miraculous for its unexpectedness!--why
I confess I breathed in gasps as I thought of it all, making my way,
absolutely trembling in my shoes, to Wilfrid’s berth. I knocked and was
told to enter. He had nearly finished dressing, and looked up from a
boot that he was buttoning with a cold, bitter, triumphant smile at me.
‘I know,’ he exclaimed in a voice infinitely more composed than I could
have exerted; ‘this is Monday, Charles.’
It was Monday as he said! I stared stupidly at him for a minute, and
then saw how it was that he knew. The window of his port was unscrewed
and lay wide open; through it I could see the barque fluctuating in the
silver and blue of the atmosphere as she swayed swinging her canvas in
and out with every roll. The port made a very funnel for the ear as a
vehicle of sound, for I could distinctly hear the orders given on board
the vessel for lowering a boat; the voice of one of the ‘Shark’s’ men
apparently hailing our fellows; the beat of her cloths against the
mast; and the recoil of the water breaking from her broad channels as
she buried her plates to the height almost of those platforms.
‘I am breathless with astonishment,’ said I; ‘but, God be praised,
Wilf, I see you mean to confront this business coldly.’
‘The captain of that vessel is coming on board,’ he said, speaking with
extraordinary composure, whilst his face, from which the smile had
faded, still preserved the light or expression of its mingled triumph
and bitterness.
‘He will be here in a minute or two,’ I answered.
‘Is Laura up?’
‘I do not know.’
‘See that she gets the news, Charles, at once. I shall want her on
deck. Then return and we will concert a little programme.’
I quitted his cabin, marvelling exceedingly at his collectedness.
But then I had noticed that his mind steadied in proportion as his
attention grew fixed. This is true of most weak intelligences, I
suppose; if you want them to ride you must let go an anchor for them.
I was hesitating at Miss Jennings’ door, stretching my ear for the
sound of her voice that I might know she was dressing and had her maid
with her, when the handle was turned and the maid came out. I inquired
if her mistress was rising. She answered ‘Yes.’ ‘Tell her,’ said I,
‘that there is a vessel close to us, and that Colonel Hope-Kennedy and
Lady Monson are on board of her. Sir Wilfrid begs that she will make
haste, as he desires her presence on deck as soon as possible.’ I then
returned to my cousin’s berth, thinking that, though to be sure the
news would immensely scare the little girl, it was best that she should
have the whole truth at once, and so find time to tauten her nerves for
what was to come.
As I entered my cousin’s cabin I heard through the open port the sound
of the grinding of oars betwixt thole pins, and immediately after there
rang out a cry of ‘Look out for the end of the line!’ by which I knew
that Crimp’s brother was alongside of us. Wilfrid, having buttoned his
boots, was now completely dressed. He stood with a hand upon the edge
of his bunk, gazing at the barque, which still hung fair in the blue
and gleaming disc of the porthole, showing in that circular frame like
a daguerreotype with the silvery flashing and fading of light, the
shooting prismatic tints, the shot-silk-like alternations of hues that
accompanied the floating heave of her by the swell to the sunshine. I
picked up a small binocular glass that lay on the table, but could see
nothing as yet of Lady Monson or her companion.
‘My wife was always a late riser,’ said Wilfrid, turning to me with a
haggard smile and a cold sarcastic note in his voice that was steadied,
as your ear instinctively detected, by the iron resolution of his mood,
as the spine stiffens the form.
‘Had we not better go on deck?’ said I. ‘It might be useful to hear
what the master of the barque has to say.’
‘Inch by inch, Charles. There is no hurry. I have my man safe,’
pointing at the vessel. ‘Let us briefly debate a course of action--or
rather, let me leave myself in your hands. We want no “scene,” as women
call it, or as little as possible. There are many grinning, merely
curious spectators, and Lady Monson is still my wife. What do you
advise?’
‘First of all, my dear Wilfrid, what do you want?’ I exclaimed, rather
puzzled and not at all relishing the responsibility of offering
suggestions. ‘You intend, of course, that Lady Monson shall come on
board the “Bride.” But the Colonel?’
‘Oh,’ cried he, sharply and fiercely, ‘I shall want him here too!’
‘Then you don’t mean to separate them?’
‘Yes, I do,’ he answered; ‘as effectually as a bullet can manage it for
me.’
‘Ha!’ said I, and I was silent a little and then said: ‘If I were
you, I should leave Crimp’s brother to sail away with the rascal. The
separation will be as complete as----’
He silenced me with a passionate gesture, but said, nevertheless,
calmly, ‘I want them both on board my yacht.’
‘Will they come if they are fetched, think you?’
He walked impatiently to the door. ‘I must plan for myself, I see,’ he
exclaimed. He grasped the handle and turned to me with his hand still
upon it. ‘I see how it is with you, Charles,’ he said, almost gently;
‘you object to my fighting Colonel Hope-Kennedy.’
‘I do,’ I answered. ‘I object to this scoundrel being furnished with a
chance of completing the injury he has done you by shooting you.’
He came to me, put his hand on my shoulder, bent his face close to
mine, and said in a low voice, ‘Do not fear for me; I shall kill him.
As you value my love’--his tone faltered--‘do not come by so much as
a hair’s breadth between me and my resolution to take his life. If
he will not fight me on board my yacht, he shall fight me on yonder
vessel. He is a soldier--a colonel; he will not refuse my challenge.
Come, my programme is arranged; we are now wasting time.’ He stepped
from his berth and I followed him.
As I turned to ascend the companion steps, Wilfrid being in advance
of me, mounting with impetuosity, I saw Miss Jennings come out of her
berth. I waited for her. Her face was bloodless, yet I was glad to see
something like resolution expressed in it.
‘Is it true, Mr. Monson, that my sister is close to us in a ship?’ she
asked.
‘She and the Colonel,’ I answered; ‘within eyeshot--that is to say,
when they step on deck.’
She put her hand to her breast, and drew several short breaths.
‘Pray take courage,’ I said; ‘it is for your sister to tremble--not
you.’
‘How has Wilfrid received this piece of extraordinary news?’ she asked,
with a sort of panting in her way of speaking.
‘He is as unmoved, I give you my word, as if he were of cast iron. You
shall judge; he has preceded us.’
I took her hand and led her up the ladder. Crimp’s brother had
apparently just climbed over the yacht’s side. As I made my appearance
he was coming aft from the gangway in company with Finn and surly old
Jacob. All three rumbled with talk at once as they made, with a deep
sea roll, for Wilfrid, who was standing so as to keep the mainmast of
the yacht between him and the barque. Miss Jennings started and stopped
on seeing the vessel, that had closed us somewhat since she had first
hove-to, so that it was almost possible now to distinguish the faces of
her people. When my companion moved again she seemed to shrink--almost
cower indeed, and passed to the right of me as though to hide herself.
Then peeping past me at the vessel, she said, ‘I see no lady on board.’
‘Your sister is still below, I expect,’ I answered.
She left me and clasped my cousin’s arm, just saying, ‘Oh, Wilfrid!’
in a tearful, pitiful voice. He gazed down at her and pressed his hand
upon hers with a look of dreadful grief entering his face swiftly as
a blush suffuses a woman’s cheek; but the expression passed quickly.
Something he said in a whisper, then lightly freed his arm from her
clasp and turned to the master of the barque.
‘Captain Crimp, your honour,’ said Finn, knuckling his forehead;
‘Jacob’s brother, Sir Wilfrid.’
Small need to mention that, I thought, for, saving that Jacob was the
taller by an inch or two, whilst his brother’s eyes looked straight at
you, the twins were the most ludicrous, incomparable match that any
lover of the uncommon could have desired to see; both of the same sulky
cast of countenance, both of the exact same build, each wearing a light
kind of beard similarly coloured.
‘Yes, I’m Jacob’s brother,’ answered Captain Crimp. ‘Heard he was out a
yachtin’, but didn’t know the name of the wessel.’
‘I’m very glad to have fallen in with you,’ said Wilfrid, addressing
him with a coolness that I saw astonished Finn, whilst Miss Laura
glanced at me with an arching of her eyebrows as eloquent of amazement
as if she had spoken her thoughts. ‘I hear that you have a lady and
gentleman on board your ship.’
‘Ay,’ answered Captain Crimp bluntly, though somehow one found nothing
offensive in his manner of speech; ‘they want to leave me, and,’ added
he with a surly grin, ‘I don’t blame ’em. Gewhany ain’t over choice as
a smell, ’ticularly down here.’
‘Their names are Colonel Hope-Kennedy and Lady Monson. Is that so?’
demanded Wilfrid, speaking slowly and coldly.
Captain Crimp turned a stupid stare of wonder upon his brother, and
then, addressing Wilfrid, exclaimed: ‘Who tould ’ee? Ye’ve got the
gent’s name right: the lady’s his missus--same name as t’other’s.’
Wilfrid set his teeth.
I looked towards the barque, but there were no signs of the Colonel or
her ladyship yet.
‘The lady is my wife, Captain Crimp,’ said Wilfrid.
‘Ho, indeed,’ responded the man, showing no surprise whatever.
‘She has run away,’ continued my cousin, ‘with the gentleman you have
on board your vessel, and we,’ looking round upon us, ‘are here in
pursuit of them. We have met with them--very unexpectedly. It is likely
when Colonel Hope-Kennedy discovers who we are that he may request you
to trim your sails and proceed on your voyage home, and offer you a sum
of money to convey Lady Monson and himself away from us. You will not
do so!’ he exclaimed with sudden temper, which he instantly subdued,
though it darkened his face.
‘I don’t want no trouble,’ answered Captain Crimp. ‘The parties have
been a-wanting to get out of my wessel pretty nigh ever since we fell
in with them, and here’s their chance. Only,’ he added with a wooden
look at his brother, ‘if they don’t choose to quit I can’t chuck ’em
overboard.’
‘Oh yes, ’ee can, ’Arry,’ said Jacob. ‘What ye’ve got to do is to
tell ’em they must go. No sogerin’ in this business, ’Arry, so stand
by. The law ain’t a-going to let ye keep a lawful wife away from her
wedded spouse when he tarns to and demands her of ye. Better chuck ’em
overboard than have the lawyers fall foul of ye, ’Arry.’
This was a long speech for Jacob, who nodded several times at his
brother with energy after delivering it.
‘Well, and who wants to keep a wedded woman away from her lawful
spouse, as ye calls it, Jacob?’ exclaimed Captain Crimp. ‘What I says
is, if the parties refuses to leave I can’t chuck ’em overboard.’
‘See here, Captain,’ said Finn, ‘Jacob’s right, and what you as a
sensible man’s got to do is to steer clear of quandaries. His honour’ll
be sending for the lady and the gent, and you’ll have to tell ’em
to go, as Jacob says. If they refuse--but let ’em refuse first,’ he
continued with a look at Wilfrid.
‘I don’t want no trouble,’ said Captain Crimp, ‘and I ain’t going to
get in a mess for no man. Do what you think’s proper. What I ask is to
be left out of the boiling.’
As he spoke I touched Miss Jennings’ arm. ‘_There they are!_’ I
whispered.