FRANK ON THE QUARTER-DECK.
THE expedition was ended and well ended too, Frank told himself. Three
men were rescued, and that was something to feel glad over. The attack
was so well planned, and all the details carried out so faithfully
and energetically, that it was entirely successful, and there was not
a man missing. All the ship's company could be accounted for except
Gardner--Frank could not bring himself now to think of him by the
name he generally bore--and he had doubtless been killed and thrown
overboard when the natives made their attack on the vessel.
While on the way back to the Tycoon Frank had much to think about, the
principal object of his thoughts being the wounded captain. Frank was
sorry to see him in his present situation, and he reproached himself
when he reflected that he had so long cherished feelings of revenge
toward him. He had all the while told himself that his feelings were
not actuated by any desire for vengeance--that he wanted to have the
skipper shut up for a while, merely to prevent him from serving others
as he had served himself; but now he knew that behind all this was the
belief that the captain deserved punishment for the offences of which
he had been guilty, and that he would breathe a good deal easier if he
could assist in bringing it about. That was all past now, however. The
skipper needed assistance, and that was enough for the generous Frank,
who felt almost as tender toward him as he would have felt toward his
cousin Archie, had he been in the same situation.
Meanwhile an animated conversation was going on between Mr. Gale and
Lucas, who were in the other boat with Barton, the coxswain. The third
mate had been silent and thoughtful for a long time, and Lucas asked
the reason for it.
"I was just thinking of what's to come," replied Mr. Gale. "Here we
have been risking our lives to free these men, and what are we going to
do with them now that we have got them?"
"Take them aboard the ship, sir," said Lucas.
"And what's to be done with the ship? The cap'n is of no use now, the
first and second mates are gone, and so, of course, the ship falls to
my hands; but she's a bigger load than I can carry."
"Don't worry about that, sir," returned Lucas, quickly. "Cap'n Nelson's
shoulders are broad, and he can carry her."
"Was he ever master of a vessel?" asked Mr. Gale.
"Of course he was, sir. Didn't you know it?"
"I heard something about it, but I didn't believe it. He don't look
like a sailor."
"No more'n he looks like a lawyer or a fighting man, sir; but he's
all three. When the war was going he commanded as fine a brig as ever
sailed in Farragut's fleet."
"A brig!" echoed Barton. "A ship, you mean. Haven't I seen her often?
Didn't I see her and him too down there in Mobile Bay, the time we had
the fight with the forts and gunboats? You're right I did. The Admiral
was going to put him in command of a frigate, only the war closed and
Cap'n Nelson wouldn't stay in the navy."
"I knew it was something of that kind," said Lucas, who knew just
nothing at all about it. He and Barton were working to put Frank on the
Tycoon's quarter-deck, and they did not care how many falsehoods they
told or what means they used to get him there. "He went into a fight
once and licked the rebels three to one," continued Lucas.
"Five to one, you mean," corrected Barton, who did not think his friend
was saying quite as much as could be said in Frank's favor.
"I knew it was big odds," returned Lucas, "and under them
circumstances, sir, you mustn't feel hard if we say that we won't serve
on the Tycoon under nobody but Cap'n Nelson."
"I don't feel hard toward you," said the mate, "for I don't want to
command her. I am not fit."
"No more you be, sir," said Barton, bluntly; "but Cap'n Nelson is. We
can call him cap'n now, and nobody can't say no to us without getting
his head broke."
Frank, little dreaming of what was passing in the other boat, was being
carried rapidly ahead by the stalwart Kanakas who pulled him, and
reached the ship a long distance in advance of Mr. Gale. As he came
alongside he saw two men looking over the rail, both of whom Chips
recognised, dark as it was. They proved to be two wrecked sailors who
had been held prisoners by the natives, and who had taken advantage
of the attack on the village to run to the beach and swim off to
the vessel. They were overjoyed to find themselves among their own
countrymen once more, and almost overwhelmed Frank by their exhibition
of gratitude. But he had no time to listen to them. He simply shook
hands with them, and then turned his attention to the captain.
The wounded man groaned whenever any one touched him; but a whip being
quickly rigged he was hoisted aboard as tenderly as possible, and in
obedience to Frank's directions was carried into the cabin and placed
in his bunk. When the steward lighted the lamp Frank had a good view of
him for the first time, and he could hardly bring himself to believe
that this wreck of humanity was the same man he had so often seen on
the quarter-deck. He was no surgeon, but knowing that something ought
to be done at once to relieve the captain and stop the flow of blood,
he set to work to do what he could. He cut off the sufferer's coat and
shirt with his knife, and found three gaping wounds, which were enough
to have left the life out of any but a man of iron, as the captain was.
While he was bathing them with warm water brought from the galley the
third mate came in, and Frank was surprised to see him remove his hat.
"Is it necessary for me to apologize for coming in here under such
circumstances as these, without an invitation?" asked the amateur
doctor.
"I guess not, sir," answered the officer, with a smile. "From all I can
learn you've got the best right here."
"How is that? I don't understand you."
"Why, the men have put you in as cap'n, and say they won't do duty
under anybody else."
"Well, they have no right to do anything of the kind. They don't know
what they are talking about."
"No, they don't. I'm master of this ship," murmured the wounded man,
looking about with the old savage glare in his eyes and trying to raise
his head. "Trice 'em all up, and hang the snatch-block to their--Mr.
Gale!" he ejaculated, recognising the third mate.
"Yes, sir; it's Mr. Gale, come back safe and sound, and just as ready
to do duty as he was before you turned him adrift in that boat,"
replied the officer.
"Send the first mate here," said the captain, sinking back on his
pillow and closing his eyes.
"I can't, sir. He went ashore with you and hasn't come back yet. The
natives made an end of him, most likely."
"The second mate, then."
"Can't send him either, sir, because he and the first are keeping
company now somewhere besides on board this ship. The natives harpooned
him. There's nobody left but me."
"And you ain't worth nothing. You don't know how to flog a man."
"If I did, I couldn't do it now, sir. The men have taken the ship and
put Cap'n Nelson in command. I looked for 'em to do it long ago."
"Nelson!" groaned the captain, opening his eyes again. "I sent him----"
He seemed to recognise the face bending over him, and stopped suddenly.
"I know you did, sir," said Mr. Gale, "You sent him adrift with me; but
he's back again, and so are Lucas and Barton and all the rest of the
boat's crew. But I say, cap'n, if you are able to do duty, you'd best
be giving some orders, for the tide is about turning, and if the ship
is to be worked off the bar, now's the time."
The captain made no reply, and neither could Mr. Gale induce him to
speak again. He lay with his eyes closed, and groaned every time
a question was asked him. The mate scratched his head in great
perplexity. "What shall I do, sir?" said he, looking at Frank.
"Do just what you think best," was the reply. "This man is in no
condition to give orders. Go ahead on your own hook."
The mate clapped his hat on his head and hurried up the ladder. He
found the crew gathered in the waist waiting, no doubt, to hear from
some one in the cabin. "Turn to, lads," said Mr. Gale, briskly. "Bear a
hand, and get up that small kedge for'ard."
"Who give them orders, sir, begging your pardon for being curious?"
said Lucas. "Did Cap'n Barclay or Cap'n Nelson?"
"Cap'n Nelson," replied the mate. "Cap'n Barclay ain't fit to command
now."
"No more was he ever fit to command, sir!" said Lucas, who was speaking
for all of the men. "But, asking your pardon again, sir, I'd just like
to have a peep at Cap'n Nelson, and see why he don't come up and give
his own orders, like the master of a ship had ought to do. You know
that he went into that cabin once and didn't come out again very soon,
don't you? We don't think as much of you, by no means, as we did before
you had a hand in that business."
The mate made no reply. He had set himself right with Frank, who was
perfectly satisfied that he was not to blame for anything that had
happened, and he would leave him to make the matter straight with the
men. He stepped aside to allow Lucas to pass, and the latter, running
down the companion-ladder, was amazed to find Frank acting the part of
Good Samaritan to one whom he had hitherto regarded as an enemy. He
opened his eyes wide at the sight, and Frank thought he was displeased.
"It's all time wasted, sir," said he.
"Well, we must do the very best we can for him," was Frank's reply.
"If he can only hold out till we fall in with some ship carrying a
surgeon, he will perhaps pull through all right."
"Did you give orders to have the ship worked off the bar, cap'n?" asked
the boatswain's mate.
"We want to get her off, don't we?" answered Frank. "She musn't lie
here and be pounded to pieces, as she will be if the wind rises."
Lucas went out of the cabin satisfied. He knew what ought to be done
as well as anybody, but he wanted to be sure that the orders came from
the right source. The men were satisfied too, and went to work to get
the ship out of her dangerous situation, while Frank kept busy with his
patient, although he believed, with Lucas, that his efforts to save the
captain's life would be useless. He had nothing to work with--no lint
or bandages, and no medicine to allay the fever. But the sequel proved
that Frank did not know what the old sailor meant by his remark. The
wounded skipper was threatened by another danger from which no one on
board the Tycoon but Frank could protect him--- the fury of the men he
had wronged.
At the end of two hours the Tycoon was in deep water and standing away
from the inhospitable Islands with all her canvas spread. Frank had
been equally successful with the work to which he had devoted himself,
and now the captain was in a sound sleep. While Frank stood watching
him, wondering; what was to be done when he awoke, since there were no
medicines aboard except calomel and salts, nothing to eat except coarse
ship's fare, and nothing to drink but the miserable stuff called tea
and coffee which the cook served up twice each day--while Frank was
thinking about this, and wishing he could get inside the Stranger's
pantry long enough to secure some of the delicacies he knew to be
stowed away there, he was aroused by a great hubbub which suddenly
arose on deck. He heard the stamping of feet and loud yells of triumph,
mingled with cries of, "Here's one of 'em. Pitch him overboard!" A
moment later the mate's voice was heard in tones of remonstrance, to
which some one replied: "If you don't go aft where you belong and mind
your own business, you'll go over too!"
Mr. Gale evidently thought that the man, whoever he was that said this,
was in earnest, for Frank heard him running along the deck, and saw his
pale face appear at the top of the companion ladder. "Come up, cap'n,"
he cried, in great excitement; "the men are going to throw Calamity
overboard!"
Frank lingered just long enough to slap his pockets, to make sure that
the pistols he had carried during the attack on the village were still
there, and then went up the stairs in three jumps. He saw a group of
men in the waist, who were pushing and crowding one another about, and
caught just one glimpse of the pale face of Gardner, who was in the
midst of them, and resisting to the utmost the efforts that were being
made to drag him to the side. He saw at a glance that Boson and Tully
were the ringleaders, and the ones who had seized the frightened man;
and he was sorry to see, too, that Lucas and Barton were there and
making no effort to restrain their companions, although they took no
part in the proceeding. The peaceable Kanakas were standing in a body
on the forecastle and looking on in great amazement.
With three jumps more Frank was in the waist, standing between the men
and the rail, and Mr. Gale was at his side. "Lucas! Barton!" he cried,
"come over to this side the deck."
"Why, cap'n?" began Lucas.
"No words," interrupted Frank. "You and Barton come over to this side
of the deck, and be quick about it."
The sailors obeyed, and the change in their positions seemed to make a
corresponding change in their feelings, for the next order Frank gave
was responded to without an instant's hesitation. "Lucas, take hold
of Boson. Barton, grab Tully and drag him away. Gardner, go into the
cabin!"
It was wonderful how quickly and easily one calm, determined spirit
controlled those angry men. The trouble was ended at once. Boson let
go his hold and slunk away at the sight of Lucas's big fist, which was
brandished before his eyes, and Tully was equally active in giving
ground before the broad-shouldered Barton. Gardner, finding himself at
liberty, went down the companion-ladder like a flash, banging the door
behind him.
"I am surprised at you, men," said Frank, sternly, and there was not
one among them who could look him in the eye. "If you had succeeded in
accomplishing your object, what would you have said for yourselves when
you got ashore? Boson, you are the largest and strongest man in the
crew. Take your stand at the top of that ladder and knock the first one
down who attempts to go into the cabin without Mr. Gale's permission."
This stroke of policy on Frank's part won him a fast friend on the
spot--one who might otherwise have been an enemy, and kept the crew
in a constant uproar. He was a turbulent fellow, this Boson, and one
of the few sailors Frank had met who seemed to need a handspike or
belaying-pin over his head about once a day to keep him in order. His
appearance was enough to frighten some men, and was a good index of his
character. He had a most repulsive countenance, a small bullet-shaped
head, always kept closely cropped and set on a thick, muscular neck,
and a form betokening immense physical power. And indeed he possessed
it. He could handle an eighteen-foot oar as if it were a feather, and
when he laid out his strength, he fairly made things snap. His whole
body was seamed and scarred by wounds he had received in fights and
from the officers he had sailed under, and Frank had seen him knocked
flat with a handspike which seemed to make no more impression on his
thick skull than it would on the mast. This was the man of whom Frank
had been wise enough to make a friend.
Boson looked at him in amazement, evidently at a loss to decide whether
Frank was in earnest or not; but making up his mind at last that he
was, he marched off, and taking the position assigned him, looked
defiantly at the crew, as if daring them to come on.
Frank was surprised at the ease with which the disturbance had been
quelled, and so was Mr. Gale. It leaked out afterward that the
former's prompt action had prevented serious trouble. Lucas made no
idle threat when he said that the captain and Calamity were both to
go overboard. The latter had been hiding in the hold among the oil
barrels. He went there when he saw the natives approaching to make
their attack on the ship, and no one missed him until the fight was
over, and the sailors began to look around to see how many they had
lost. Not finding Calamity among the slain, they concluded that he had
either jumped overboard, or been wounded and thrown over; but he had
been safely concealed in the hold all the while. Finding at last that
the ship was in motion, he came out of his hiding-place to see what
was going on, and must have been astonished at the reception extended
to him. After he had been disposed of, the skipper's turn was to come
next. The desperate men counted on meeting with opposition and perhaps
resistance from Mr. Gale and Frank, but expected to overcome it very
easily. They knew Mr. Gale, but found they did not know Frank. Had the
latter been as easily cowed as the third mate was, something certainly
would have happened.
Quiet being restored, Mr. Gale and Frank walked aft together, and the
crew seeing them in earnest conversation, leaned over the rail and
waited to learn what would come next. "I suppose the first business is
to decide who we want for officers," said Frank.
"I suppose so, sir," replied Mr. Gale.
"You are entitled to the captain's berth, of course. That's settled."
"No it ain't, sir," returned the mate, quickly. "This is the first
voyage I ever made as an officer, and I know no more about navigation
than I do about the moon."
"Then let me act as your sailing-master."
"The men won't agree to it, sir. They said so."
Then the mate went on to repeat the conversation that had taken place
between Lucas, Barton and himself, at which Frank laughed heartily.
"Why they are very much mistaken," said he. "The largest sailing
vessel I ever commanded was a pleasure yacht."
"No odds, sir. They've got it in their heads that you must command them
now that the old man is done for, and there'll be a row if you don't.
You have seen what they are when they get started."
"Then I'll tell you what we'll do," said Frank, after thinking a
moment. "We'll leave it to them; and after they have selected their
officers we'll draw up a paper containing a full history of everything
that has happened since leaving Honolulu, and ask them to sign it.
These matters must be looked into by the consul, and we want to be all
right in law, you know."
In accordance with this suggestion, the mate mustered the men on the
quarter-deck and made them a little speech. He told them that there
must be somebody at the head of affairs, and that as the officers were
all gone except himself, others must be selected. In the first place
they must all agree to be bound by the decision of the majority, and
faithfully promise to obey those placed over them.
"We'll all obey Cap'n Nelson," exclaimed Boson, before the mate was
fairly done speaking.
"Yes, Cap'n Nelson! Cap'n Nelson!" cried a chorus of hoarse voices.
"Nobody else!"
There was not a dissenting voice; so Frank could no longer refuse to
accept the responsibility. He was amused to see that Lucas and Barton,
while supporting Boson's nomination, looked savagely at him, as if they
would have been glad to knock him down for speaking in such a hurry.
They wanted to bring Frank forward themselves.
"Cap'n Nelson, I give place to you, sir," said Mr. Gale.
The men greeted the young commander with cheers as he stepped forward,
no doubt expecting him to make them a speech; but Frank did nothing of
the kind. He told them that the next business was to select a first
mate, and at his suggestion Mr. Gale was chosen by a unanimous vote.
Lucas was put in for second, and Boson, who was a fine sailor, if
he was a quarrelsome fellow, for third mate; and when the men were
dismissed every one of them seemed satisfied.
[Illustration: FRANK CHOSEN CAPTAIN OF THE TYCOON.]
Frank at once went below to look at his patient, leaving Mr. Gale in
charge of the deck. The captain lay with his eyes closed, rolling his
head from side to side, and Calamity was fanning him with his hat. The
latter started up in alarm as Frank entered.
"It is no one who is going to harm you," said he. "I hope you see now
what you have brought upon yourself by your way of doing business. Let
it be a lesson to you."
"I shall never dare to go into the forecastle again," whined Calamity.
"You needn't go in there. You will stay here as the captain's nurse."
This order seemed to relieve the frightened man. Through the open
skylights he had heard all that passed on deck, and he was afraid that
Frank, having the authority to do so, would order him to go forward
where he belonged.
Frank slept but little that night. The responsibilities of his new
position weighed on his mind, and he came on deck every hour to see
that things were going straight. The first real duty he performed as
captain was to ascertain whereabouts in the wide world the ship was,
and this he did the next day by an observation. She was directly in
the track of vessels bound from Australia to the Pacific ports of the
United States, and he decided to cruise about for a few days in the
hope of meeting some ship that carried a surgeon. Without medical
assistance he was afraid that the captain might not live until the ship
reached Honolulu, which, according to his calculations, was more than
fifteen hundred miles distant.
The observation made, dinner over and the table cleared away, Frank
busied himself for an hour or two in drawing up papers for the men
to sign; and when that was done, he took a few minutes to think over
the various incidents that had operated to place him in his present
position. The most exacting old sea-dog could hardly have found
fault with the way affairs were going now. The weather-side of the
quarter-deck was reserved for the captain, who for an hour paced up and
down there with his hands behind his back, and as free from intrusion
as a monarch on his throne. The officers were alert and watchful, the
crew seemed to have settled down to the new order of things as if they
had been accustomed to them all their lives, and never in her best days
under her old commander had the Tycoon looked more ship-shape. Frank
wished the crew had put Mr. Gale in his place, and left him to act
as sailing-master; but since they had seen fit to do differently, he
would perform his duty as best he could. He knew every rope and sail
in the ship, was possessed of excellent judgment, which was the one
great thing needed, and the captain's sextant came as handy to him as
a fishing-rod or double-barrel; so he was not so very unfit for the
position he held after all. How Archie and the rest of the friends he
had left on the Stranger would open their eyes if they could see him in
that dress and know that he was the master of that fine ship! For the
first time in a long while Frank allowed his thoughts to wander back to
them, and the consequence was he became homesick. Yes, homesick; for
the cabin of the Stranger had been his home for almost eight months,
and had he kept out of the way of the bogus captain, it might have been
his home yet. Where was the schooner now, and what were those aboard
of her doing? Perhaps she was sailing about over the Pacific in search
of the Tycoon! This thought aroused Frank from his reverie, and caused
him to straighten up and look about as if he expected to see something.
If the Stranger followed the Tycoon to the Sandwich Islands, would not
Uncle Dick ascertain when he got there that she had shipped a crew and
started for the Japan station? And would he not sail again immediately
and try to find her?
"Sail ho!" shouted the man at the mast-head. "Where away?" demanded the
captain, greatly excited.
"Two points off the lee bow, sir. Steamer."
"Dear me! why did he say steamer?" thought Frank. "I'd rather he'd have
said topsail schooner."
No doubt he would, especially if the schooner proved to be the
Stranger. Still he was glad to know that there was a steamer near,
for he would be relieved of one cause of anxiety if he could only
intercept her. He would bring her doctor aboard, and perhaps he could
do something for the captain.