Owen was awakened by a kick in the side.
"Rouse out, there, you lazy young rascal. Light the fire, and get the
breakfast ready," said the person who had thus rudely disturbed his
slumbers.
Glancing up, he saw the first mate standing over him. He sprang to his
feet, looking, as he felt, much astonished at the treatment he had
received.
"Call the other boy to help you," continued Mr Scoones. "Be sharp
about it."
Owen made no reply. He knew that to do so would be useless, and would
probably increase the mate's ill-temper. He shook Nat, who was sleeping
near him, by the shoulder, and told him what the mate had ordered them
to do. The rest of the men were still sleeping. As Owen and Nat went
out of the tent they saw the mate take a bottle from a case which he had
kept close to where he had slept, and fill up a tin cup. It was
probably not the first draught he had taken that morning. Owen and Nat
collected all the wood they could find, and piled it up a short distance
from the tent. A light was struck, but it was some time before they
could produce a flame.
"Be quick there, boys, or you shall have a taste of the rope's end,"
shouted the mate from within the tent.
"He seems in a terribly bad humour this morning," said Nat.
"I am afraid his temper will not improve if he continues to drink as he
has begun to do," answered Owen. "What I fear is, that the men will
follow his example, and that nothing will be done to preserve our lives.
However, it becomes the more necessary that we should exert ourselves,
and use the sense God has given us."
"It seems strange that Mr Grey and the other officers should have been
lost, and this one have been saved," observed Nat.
"We do not understand God's ways; all we know is that He orders
everything for the best," answered Owen. "He may have allowed them to
be drowned to save them from greater suffering."
They spoke in low whispers so that the mate could not hear them. By
this time the sun had risen above the horizon. As the sky was unclouded
its rays struck with great force on their bare heads, for they had lost
their hats.
"We must make some covering for our heads, or we shall be suffering from
sun-stroke," observed Owen. "What I dread most, however, is the want of
water; we must search for it. I have heard that even on such sandy
islands as this springs have been found. If we can discover one, it may
be the means of saving our lives. Blow away, Nat, we shall soon have a
blaze."
In a short time a brisk fire was burning. The other men now began to
rouse up. The mate ordered Mike Coffey to act as cook. Among the
articles saved was a large iron fish-kettle. The provisions were now
turned over to discover what was most suitable for breakfast.
"Shure the best way to cook the food will be to boil all together,"
observed Mike. Having filled the kettle half full of water, he cut up
whatever was brought to him; some beef, biscuits, a tin of preserved
vegetables, a drowned fowl, and some handfuls of split peas. He had
fixed over the fire a tripod of three poles, to which he hung his
kettle, which Owen and Nat were told to watch in order to prevent the
poles burning through.
The mate sat in the tent, apparently with no intention of exerting
himself, while the rest of the men wandered about in twos and threes
along the shore, in search of anything that might have been cast up. It
was possible, also, that they may have been discussing together the
mate's conduct, as every now and then one of them looked back at the
tent to see if he was coming out. He sat still, evidently considering
that the others were bound to obey him. By the time the seamen came
back Mike's porridge, as he called it, was ready. The lid of the kettle
served as a dish, into which he baled it with a tin cup. How it was
afterwards to be divided was the difficulty, as there were only three
cup among the whole party.
"I saw some big shells on the beach," said Nat; "they will serve us for
plates."
He and Owen went down and soon collected enough for all hands. The mate
claimed his share first, and ordered a shell as well as his cup to be
filled. The men looked at each other, but said nothing.
Mike's porridge was pronounced excellent.
"Shure, mates, you shall have the same for dinner," he said; "but there
is one thing I've got to ask--how long is it to last? We have made a
good hole in the beef cask already; we shall make a bigger one at
dinner-time."
The men, however, did not listen to the Irishman's remark, but as soon
as the meal was over lay down, some in the shade of the tent, whilst
others, indifferent to the heat of the sun, stretched themselves on the
sand, exposed to its full force. Some had saved their pipes, others
their tobacco, and the pipes being filled, were passed round. Precious
time was thus lost which should have been employed in searching for
provisions which might have been cast on shore.
"Although others are idle it is no reason why we should be so," observed
Owen to Nat and Mike. "Come along, let us see what we can find."
Mike, though an Irishman, was a very steady fellow, and at once agreed
to what Owen proposed. Nat was always ready, and they set out. They
had not gone far when they found several casks and bales which had been
washed out of the wreck.
They dragged them up on the beach to wait an examination at a future
time. They opened only one bale, which contained muslin.
"Very little use this to us," observed Nat. "On the contrary, it will
be of the greatest service," answered Owen. "We can make coverings with
it for our heads, which will afford greater protection against the heat
than any hats we could manufacture. My head has begun to ache already."
"Mr Hartley is right," said Mike. "The Indian fellows out here always
wear things of this sort on their heads."
Owen had no great notion how to form a turban, but he had seen pictures
of Orientals, and was aware that their headdress consisted of long
twists of muslin turned round and round. He immediately set to work,
and fitted one to Nat's head.
"Shure you look like an illegint hathin," said Mike. "Now, Mr Hartley,
just plase to fit me with one like it."
Owen succeeded better even than he had in Nat's case. He then made one
for himself, and they all laughed heartily as they looked at each other.
"If any Indians come this way they'll be afther taking us for
countrymen, and be friendly at once," said Mike.
"I don't think there is much chance of that, but we shall save ourselves
from sun-stroke, and I hope the rest of the men will follow our
example," answered Owen.
"Shure there is some big black thing out there on the beach," exclaimed
Mike, pointing ahead. "What can it be?"
"Can it be a big fish?" asked Nat.
"It looks to me more like a piece of wreck," said Owen.
They hurried on, eager to ascertain what object it was.
"Hurrah! it's a boat," cried Owen, who had kept ahead. On examination
the boat was discovered to be the second cutter. The falls had been let
go when no one was in her, and she had washed clear of the rocks right
up to the sand-bank; she was, therefore, but little damaged.
The carpenter had been drowned, but the carpenter's mate had escaped,
and was a good workman, and he might easily repair her and fit her for
sea. She would not carry the whole of the party, but some might make
their way to Batavia and get a vessel to return and take off the rest.
Who, however, would have the command?
The only person who was capable of navigating the boat, besides the
first mate, was Owen himself. He had had but little experience of
navigation, and still less of the management of a boat in a heavy sea.
The first mate therefore was undoubtedly the proper person to go; but
would he undertake the adventure?
These thoughts passed through Owen's mind as he and his companions were
endeavouring to haul up the boat. Their strength was only sufficient to
get her a short way up the beach, so that there would be no risk of her
being washed off again. They continued their search, tempted onwards by
seeing objects floating in the surf. The most valuable, undoubtedly,
were three casks of water. They also found some kegs of spirits, the
heads of which they knocked in, for Owen felt convinced that should the
men get hold of them, they would attack the contents until they had lost
their senses. Although a considerable quantity of provisions of various
sorts had come ashore, some had been damaged by the sea water. Still,
when all had been secured there was enough, with due economy, to last
for several months, and, providing water could be found, they might
live. But the precious fluid which had been saved would, even with a
very short allowance to each man, soon be exhausted. Owen now proposed
that they should go back and get some of the men to secure their prizes.
On approaching the camp, however, they heard shouts and wild shrieks of
laughter. It was evident that they had been following the example set
them by the mate. They had got hold of a cask of spirits, which they
had broached, as well as one of the beer casks. When Owen and his
companions got up to the camp, their appearance elicited loud shouts of
laughter, and cries of "Who are these young Turks? Where do you come
from?" The men having amused themselves for some time, invited Owen,
Nat, and Mike to sit down and drink with them.
"We have no time to do that," answered Owen; "but we want you to come
and help us secure a number of articles we have found."
"Have you got any spirits or beer?" asked the men.
"No," said Owen; "but we have found some casks of water, which are of
far more value."
This remark created a further laugh, and all united in inviting Mike to
join them.
"Do not you be persuaded," said Owen. "In a short time, when the liquor
is gone, they will be sorry that they exhausted it so soon."
The mate had not spoken, indeed he lay on the ground inside the tent in
a worse condition than the men.
"It will be impossible to remain with these people," said Owen. "I
propose, therefore, that we go to some distance, out of their sight, and
make a tent for ourselves. We shall find sufficient materials from the
bales of cotton cloth which have been washed up."
Mike and Nat agreed. "But, shure, they've got the iron kettle, and how
are we to cook our mate without that?" exclaimed Mike.
"We must roast our meat, and make use of shells for cups," answered
Owen; "anything would be better than remaining with them."
When the men saw that the two lads and Mike were going away, they
shouted after them to stop, but finding that they were resolute, began
to abuse them, Mike coming in for the largest share of vituperation.
This made his temper rise.
"Arrah! but I'll be afther paying thim off for this," he exclaimed.
"Keep quiet, Mike," said Owen, taking his arm; "you were doing what was
right, and must not mind them."
Mike was at last pacified, and they went on, until they reached a part
of the bank considerably higher than that where they had left their
companions.
By means of some spars they set up a framework which was easily covered
by several folds of cotton cloth, so that in a short time they had a
very comfortable tent. They then collected wood for a fire, rolled up
one of the casks of water, and got together some of the provisions they
had just discovered.
Mike, however, continued to sigh for the fish-kettle.
"We must manage to do without it, at all events for the present," said
Owen; "perhaps to-morrow you will find something which will answer the
purpose. Here we shall have to remain until the men have drunk up all
the spirits and beer, and then perhaps they will regain their senses,
and steps may be taken to enable us to escape."
They could just distinguish the top of their shipmates' tent, but their
own being low, would not, they hoped, be observed, and they should thus
escape molestation from any of the tipsy crew. That their fire might
not be seen at night, Owen proposed to put it out.
"We'll not do chat, Mr Hartley," said Mike. "We'll just scrape the
ashes into a hole, and put a little wood on them, and the fire will keep
in until to-morrow morning, and so it will be ready for lighting, and
save our matches."
As long as there was sufficient light they continued their search along
the beach, and were rewarded by discovering a case which contained,
among other articles, fish-hooks and lines. This was indeed a prize,
for undoubtedly fish swarmed along the shore, and they might catch
enough to supply themselves with food for an indefinite period. Still,
Owen recollected that unless water was found they must perish.
There was little chance of rain falling at that season of the year, and
if it did, they had but scanty means for securing it. Still he
endeavoured to overcome any gloomy anticipations about the future, and
endeavoured to be prepared for all contingencies. Thus several days
passed by. The party at the large tent continued their revels, as Owen
discovered when going in that direction by hearing their voices singing
and shouting; occasionally, too, from the noises which reached him, he
suspected that they were quarrelling and fighting.
At last Nat proposed that they should launch the boat, and try and make
their escape from the island.
"There are several reasons against our so doing," answered Owen. "In
the first place, the boat requires repairs; she has neither mast, nor
sails, nor oars, and none of us three is well acquainted with the
management of a boat. Wait patiently; when the liquor is gone we may
perhaps get the boat repaired, and a crew to sail in her. The first
thing I propose to do is to rig up a flagstaff, so that we may have a
better chance of attracting a passing vessel; and as we have plenty of
fuel, we ought to keep a good blaze during the night. This would have
been done at first had the mate kept sober."
Owen and his two companions immediately set to work to carry out his
suggestion. An ensign, although somewhat torn, had been washed on
shore, and spars of various sizes lay on the beach. These they dragged
to the highest part of the bank. By lashing them together they got a
flagstaff nearly forty feet long. They found sufficient rope only for
two stays, and having fixed one of the stays securely to the sand by the
aid of stakes driven deep into it, the butt end was placed in the
ground. Owen and Nat then going over to the opposite side hauled away,
while Mike assisted to lift up the flagstaff, which was thus in a short
time set up. Provided the wind remained moderate, they had no doubt
that it would stand.
"Should a vessel pass within four or five miles of the sand-bank it
will, I hope, be seen," observed Owen, "and it may be visible even
further off, if the weather is clear."
Owen had at first entertained some fears that Mike would join the other
party, but the Irishman remained faithful, and did with alacrity
everything he advised.
For a whole day or more none of the men had been seen, nor had any sound
come from the direction of the camp. Owen began to fear that something
might have happened to them. Mike offered towards night to go and
ascertain how matters stood.
"Just keep up a bit of a fire to light me back," he said. "I'll soon
find out if they are sleeping all this time."
He set off, and Owen and Nat waited some time expecting his return.
Still he did not come back. They began to fear that an accident had
happened to him, or that he might have remained, notwithstanding his
good intentions, with his drunken shipmates.
At last they heard some one approaching.
"All right!" cried Mike; "I've got the fish-kettle into the bargain.
Every man alive of them is fast asleep, for they have drunk out the last
drop of their liquor. I sounded each cask, and made sure it was empty.
They will for a good reason be sober enough now."
"Now we have got the fish-kettle we will make use of it; but I wish,
Mike, you would return it, as they will otherwise justly accuse us of
stealing it."
"Shure, we have as good a right to it as they have," answered Mike; "it
will be a mighty long time before they want it, and, seeing that their
fire has gone out, even if they get the kettle they can't use it at all
at all."
"When they want fire, we must, however, give it to them," observed Owen;
"because some of them have behaved ill to us, we must not refuse to help
them."
"If they find out that we have got a store of water, they will be coming
to drink it all up, and we shall be left without any," said Mike.
"Still we must try to help them when they require assistance," observed
Owen.
"Would it not be wise to hide our casks of water in the sand?" suggested
Nat; "then if they come and ask for it, we can give them a little at a
time, and they will value it the more."
"A very good idea," said Owen.
Nat's suggestion was forthwith acted upon; and with some staves of one
of the broken casks they dug holes in the higher part of the sand-bank,
in which they concealed two casks of the precious fluid, covering them
carefully over again, so that they were not likely to be discovered.
The water was thus kept cooler than it would have been if left exposed
to the hot sun. This being done, Mike lost no time in cooking a supply
of "his porridge," as he called it, sufficient for their supper and for
the next day.
They all felt the better for the comfortable meal, and lay down to rest,
grateful for the protection hitherto afforded them.
Mike had volunteered to get up every two or three hours to see if the
beacon-fire which they had lit was blazing up.
Owen and Nat had been sleeping for a couple of hours or more, when they
were aroused by Mike's voice.
"Bedad! but the weather has changed entirely, and our beautiful fire has
gone flying away right over the island," he exclaimed.
Owen and Nat started up. A fierce gale was raging, threatening every
instant to carry away their tent; while the sea, which had hitherto only
lapped the edge of the sand-bank, now came foaming up against it in
heavy billows.
"The boat, the boat!" cried Owen. "Our first care must be to secure
her, if she is not knocked to pieces already. She is of more importance
than the tent or anything else." They hurried off to where the boat
lay, some little distance from their tent. They were but just in time,
as already the sea had driven her broadside to the beach and had begun
to break into her. She was already nearly half full of water, and,
being thus very heavy, they could only drag her up a foot or two.
Fortunately there came a lull.
"If we had anything to bale her out with we might succeed," observed
Owen.
"The lid of the kettle will be the thing," cried Mike. "Nat, run and
get it!"
Nat was not a couple of minutes away, and, jumping into the boat, he
baled away with all his might, while Mike and Owen endeavoured to drag
her up. The greater part of the water having been baled out of her they
succeeded better than at first, and at length got her, as they hoped,
beyond the reach of the seas. The stake to which she was secured was
then carried up as far as the painter would allow, and then fixed as
deeply as possible into the sand. The tent had withstood the wind, and
they further secured it by placing the casks and bales on the lower part
of the cloth, so that, although it might be torn, it was not likely to
be carried bodily away. They were thus engaged when they heard shouts
and cries coming from the direction of the camp. The cause was too
evident. The sea, driven by the wind, had risen considerably, and was
rolling much further up the higher part of the bank than it had hitherto
done. Too probably, therefore, it was sweeping over the lower end, on
which their shipmates had remained.
"The sea must have caught them while they were still asleep, and they
have only just discovered their danger," exclaimed Owen. "They won't
know in which direction to run, and they are not aware of this higher
spot on which they might take refuge."
"Thin the best way will be to light up a bit of fire to show them the
way," said Mike. "There are a few embers up there still burning."
Mike and Nat quickly collected some of the burning pieces of wood, and a
small fire was soon blazing up. It required constant watchfulness,
however, to prevent it from being blown away. In the meantime Owen and
his companions shouted together at the top of their voices.
Again and again cries were heard. Owen proposed starting off to guide
them to the only spot where safety could be found, but Mike and Nat
entreated him not to make the attempt. Indeed it was evident that he
would run great risk of being lost. Already the white foam could be
seen through the darkness like masses of snow sweeping over the
intermediate space between them and the camp, where the ground was
apparently of a somewhat lower level.
Although possibly their companions were on somewhat higher ground, yet
at any moment the sea might sweep over it. The three shouted and
shouted again. At last they heard voices crying out in reply, but it
was too dark to enable them to distinguish any one. All this time the
boat, their tent, and the flagstaff were running great risk of being
carried away. But the preservation of their fellow-creatures was of
more consequence than anything else. At length they caught sight of a
figure emerging from the gloom, rushing through the seething water which
swept by him. The party on the sand-bank shouted to encourage him. Now
he stopped, afraid of being carried off his legs.
"On, on!" shouted Owen, who had brought from the tent a long line of
tolerable thickness.
"Hold on to this," he cried to Mike and Nat. "I will fasten it round my
waist, and should any of the men be knocked down, I will try and save
them."
Such appeared very likely to happen to the person they saw approaching
them. Already he seemed half covered with foam. Again, however, the
sea receded, and taking courage he rushed forward, and Owen, catching
him in his arms, dragged him up. He proved to be the carpenter's mate.
Just then two more people appeared, making their way towards the
beacon-fire. They were followed by a third, who quickly overtook them,
and pushing on without hesitation soon reached the bank. Owen
recognised Mr Scoones.
"I am glad you are safe, sir," said Owen.
"No thanks to these fellows, for no one roused me when they saw the sea
breaking close up to their feet."
Of the two other men who were making their way, one hesitated, while the
other, following the example of the mate, rushed boldly forward. He was
within a few yards of the bank, when the sea, sweeping by as it receded,
rose up to his middle. He vainly attempted to stem it; he was lifted
off his feet, and was being hurried out among the breakers when Owen,
springing forward into the receding water as it swept round the
sand-bank, caught him by the arm, and they were both pulled up by their
companions.
"Thank you, sir," said the man, whose name was Bill Pratt, generally
called Bill, and who was a well-conducted fellow when sober. "I owe you
a good turn for this, Mr Hartley."
The mate and the other men had thrown themselves down, overcome by their
exertions. The fourth man was yet some distance off, and as another sea
came rolling up, he was lifted off his feet. He shrieked wildly for
help, but had he been even a good swimmer no strength of arm could have
saved him.
In an instant the foaming waters closed over his head, and although Owen
stood ready to plunge in and attempt to save him, he could nowhere be
seen. His was probably the fate of the rest. Three or four other
figures were seen for an instant making their way towards the fire; then
they suddenly disappeared. Owen waited a short time, but no one else
came.
"Stay by the fire, Nat," he said; "we must now look after the boat."
He hurriedly told the mate that the boat had been washed on shore, and
begged him and the two other men to assist in securing her, as he was
afraid every instant that she would be lost. Although scarcely yet
recovered from his debauch, the mate was sufficiently alive to the
importance of this object not to hesitate. Leaving Nat to watch the
beacon-fire, the whole party set off to where the boat had been left.
They found her in even a worse condition than she had been before. The
sea was beating against her with great force, and would in a few minutes
have rendered her a complete wreck.
Owen, who had thoughtfully brought the lid of the kettle with him,
jumped in and baled her out, while the rest, uniting their strength, got
her head round, and by great exertions Mike and Bill, putting their
shoulders under her, managed to drag her up early to the highest part of
the bank.
"If the sea does her any harm here, it won't much matter, for we shall
all be swept away at the same time," observed the mate.
As they were returning to the tent, a crash was heard; the flagstaff had
gone. It was useless attempting to put it up that night, and they
returned to the tent, where the mate, throwing himself down, declared
that he was too much fatigued to work any more.
Owen, still hoping that more men might be saved, joined Nat to watch at
the beacon-fire. Should any one be seen they would be ready to give
them help. But after watching for some time in vain, they returned
together to the tent with hearts saddened at the thought that so many of
their shipmates had lost their lives mainly through their own folly.
The condition of the survivors was still perilous in the extreme. The
sea, as far as they could judge, was still rising, and might at any
moment overwhelm them. The gale raged as fiercely as at first. The
rain, so unusual in that latitude, came down in torrents. Had they
prepared anything for catching it, it would have proved of the greatest
benefit. Owen recollected the bale of cotton cloth. He called Nat and
Mike to undo it. They cut off a couple of lengths, which they held over
the empty fish-kettle, and by stretching it tightly the rain ran off it
into the fish-kettle, which was quickly filled. Two of the casks, out
of which Owen had emptied the spirits they had contained, lay near the
tent. He immediately brought one of them and filled it with the
precious fluid which had been obtained.
"Quick--quick," he cried, as he replaced the fish kettle; "let us have
the other cask, not a drop of water must be lost if we can help it."
Bill Pratt, the carpenter's mate, who, seeing what they were about? had
joined them, rolled up the cask, and that also was nearly filled when
the rain ceased.
"That cask has had better stuff in it than water not long ago," observed
Bill, putting his nose to the bung-hole.
"It was the stuff which caused the death of so many of our poor
shipmates, and has brought thousands and tens of thousands of others to
ruin and death," answered Owen. "Before long, you would thankfully
exchange a dozen casks of spirits, if you had them, for one cup of such
pure water as we have just obtained. If we are wise we shall collect
all the empty casks we can find, and be ready to fill them should
another shower fall."
"Ah, sir, I believe you are right; and I wish that others had had as
little love for liquor as you have, and we shouldn't have been where we
now are, with our stout ship knocked to pieces," said Bill, glancing at
the mate who lay asleep in the tent.
"We have now to do our best, and pray to God for deliverance," observed
Owen. "Perhaps we shall be blessed with another shower, and be able to
fill up this cask, and any others we can find."
Although the rain had ceased, the wind blew as hard as ever. Still the
water rose until the white foam reached almost close up to the spot on
which their tent stood. A few minutes more might decide their fate.
Owen felt deeply the awfulness of their situation. Ere long he and his
companions might be standing in the presence of their Maker.
Throughout that live-long night the shipwrecked group sat beneath their
tent on that narrow strip of sand. Its length they had not ascertained,
but its width, as far as they could judge, was now scarcely fifty yards
across. They waited on, knowing that, should the tide rise high, a
single wave might sweep them all off. Mike proposed getting into the
boat, there to await their fate.
"She would not live ten minutes with such a sea running outside.
Without oars to steer her, we should be worse off than we are now,"
answered Bill Pratt.
And thus they sat on and on, anxiously watching for daylight.