WE MAKE THE EFFORT
It would be some time yet--fifteen or twenty minutes at the
best--before I dared attempt to carry out my plan of escape. In spite
of the overspreading cloud, and steady rainfall, daylight lingered in
the west, and a spectral glow hung above the ocean. It was a peculiar,
almost ghastly light, yet of sufficient intensity to render objects
visible for a considerable distance. However, there were preliminaries
to be attended to, and I was eager to be busy.
The steward had aroused from his nap, and I watched him lower the
table, and spread it with a white cloth. Now the distant clatter of
dishes proved him to be in the pantry. He could be dealt with there
even to better advantage than in the cabin, and, noncombatant as he
undoubtedly was, I felt it safer to place him beyond power to create
any alarm. The task confronting me was far too serious to leave our
rear unguarded. I slipped silently along the short passageway, and,
watching his back closely, investigated the lock on the pantry door.
It was of the spring variety, easily set to fasten, and could not be
operated from the inside. As I pressed in the catch there was a
clicking sound, which caused the negro to turn around, the whites of
his eyes gleaming oddly.
"Oh, my Lordy! I nebber heard you, Massa Craig. By golly, sah, dis
yere niggah sure thought he was shot."
"Not yet, Louis," I replied quietly, standing in the opening, one hand
still on the latch. "But it is just as well for you to be serious
about it--I 've got the weapon all right--see," and I pushed the
revolver butt forward into his range of vision. "I don't mean to hurt
you so long as you keep still."
"What--what you a-goin' fer to do, sah?"
"Get away from this ship if I can, and you are going to help by
remaining right where you are, boy. First, what's in that small boat,
hung to davits astern--provisions, I mean?"
His teeth chattered so he could hardly answer, but finally words came
through his lips.
"Thar 's a breaker of fresh water, an'--an' a package o' sea-biscuit,
sah. Ah--Ah reckon that's all."
"Good; do you happen to know how far we are away from the main coast?"
"A a-bout thirty-five mile, sah."
"Florida?"
"Yes, sah."
"What is the nearest town?"
"Ah--Ah reckon it would likely be Carlos, sah, but it don't 'mount ter
much."
"Can you tell me the compass point?"
He scratched his head, his confidence that he was not going to be hurt
returning, as I questioned him.
"Wal', sah, I ain't no sailor man myself--no, sah; but de second mate
he done point it out dis mohnin' when Ah was on deck, an' he say it lay
nor'east by east, sah. Ah members dat distinctly."
"That will be all, Louis. Now listen to me. I am going to shut this
door, and lock you in. I 'll be on board here for an hour yet, and if
you utter so much as a whimper I 'll come down here, and fill you full
of lead. Are you going to keep still?"
"Ah--Ah sure am, sah; my Lordy! Ah don't want fer to be no dead
niggah."
"Well, you will be if I hear a peep out of you."
I closed the door, testing it before turning away, smiling grimly to
myself at recollection of those white eyeballs glaring at me through
the gloom. Louis was evidently not the stuff of which martyrs are made.
There was a small tell-tale compass fastened to a beam over the table.
I unscrewed this without difficulty, and dropped it into my pocket. It
would be a dark night with that cloud shutting out the sky, with
probably not a shore light visible. Then I climbed the companion
stairs to take a survey of the deck. As the cabin lights had none of
them been lit, I could stand in the shadow of the hood without fear of
being seen, and my eyes, accustomed to the slow approach of darkness,
could see fairly well. No attempt had been made to spread sail,
although doubtless a closely reefed jib helped to steady the vessel,
which was advancing steadily under medium engine power. Quietness, and
secrecy was clearly the aim sought, for the stacks discharged only a
faint haze of smoke, instantly disappearing into the cloud mass above,
while the sound of the revolving screws was scarcely discernible.
Nevertheless we were slipping through the water at fair rate of speed,
leaving a very perceptible wake astern. Judging from our present
progress the _Sea Gull_ would prove herself a clipper once under full
steam. The open decks glistened with water, although the rainfall was
light and intermittent; thunder rumbled to the northward, with
occasional flashes of lightning. Even as I stood there, staring
forward, endeavoring to make out certain objects in the gloom, the
overhanging cloud seemed to close in across the western sky, instantly
plunging us into night. Like a spectral ship we swept through the
slight smother, gently lifted by the long swell, without a light
burning fore or aft. I heard no movement of men, no voice shouting
orders, yet before that last gleam faded, I had seen outlined several
figures on the bridge. To better assure myself that no watch was upon
the after deck, I circled the cabin, and then, crouching in the shadow
of the rail, advanced even with the chart-house. From this point I
could distinguish voices in conversation, but the forms of the men
could not be discerned. Still, without accurately locating them, I had
ascertained all I required to know, and made my way back along the
slippery deck. All hands were on duty forward, and would be held there
for a time, at least, while the _Sea Gull_ was slipping through the
danger zone. But supper had not been served, and one of the watches
might be piped down at any moment. This would bring one of the mates
aft to the cabin.
Driven by the thought, I rapped softly on her door, and she came forth
instantly, fully dressed.
"You are ready?"
"Yes."
"You 'll need a waterproof of some kind--it's raining outside. Wait a
moment; there will be a coat in some of these staterooms."
I found one, a fisherman's slicker, and wrapped her in it. It was a
world too big, but I tightened the belt, and turned up the skirts, so
she managed to walk. It would serve to keep her dry, although worn
under indignant protest.
"Oh, I can't," she proclaimed. "Why, I must be a perfect fright."
"Not to me; besides, it's dark as Erebus. Here, let me take your hand;
I know every step of the way."
I led her forward slowly, so that the flapping of the oilskins against
the stair-rail would not be heard. The steady patter of rain on the
deck planks drowned what little noise we made, and as we emerged into
the hood a gust of wind drove the moisture into our faces. I could
feel my heart thump, yet it was more because of her proximity than any
excitement of adventure. So far as I could perceive, peering out into
the storm with hand shading my eyes, the way was clear, and, bidding
her stoop low, we slipped back along the narrow deck passage into the
shadow cast by the boat. Here, protected as we were by the bulge of
the cabin, there was slight probability of our being observed, and I
stood up, again examining the tackle to reassure myself of its proper
working. I even tested the boat's weight in sudden fear lest I could
not hold it alone. Then I whispered to the shapeless form crouched
beside me.
"Now," I said, "step on my knee, and I 'll help you over. Don't
hurry--only be quiet."
"How can I with this ridiculous thing on?"
"You must try. That's it; now just let me lift you--steady yourself
with the tackle."
She peered back at me over the side of the boat, her hair shining with
moisture.
"Now are you coming?"
"No; I shall have to remain here and lower the boat."
"But I don't know what to do."
"Listen, and I 'll tell you. Turn about and face the stern. Yes, that
is the way I mean; keep your hand on that rope so as not to make a
mistake. Now take this knife; don't drop it. The moment the boat
touches the water--an instant before, if possible--cut the rope you
have hold on. Then hurry forward and cut the other. You understand?"
"I--I think so; I am to cut this first and then the other."
"Yes; now don't fail. You see we are launching this boat above the
screw. There is bound to be suction. If you cut as I say, you will
drift off bow on to the course of the vessel, and will float free;
otherwise the boat is likely to be swamped. You see what I mean?"
She nodded.
"The quicker you can get to that second rope," I added seriously, "the
better your chances."
"Then I 'll get out of these oilskins," and she struggled out of them,
with every semblance of relief, tucking the bundle out of sight. "I
don't care if I get wet. But--but, what are you going to do?"
"Jump for it, as soon as you are fairly afloat. I 'll be aboard before
you know it. Are you ready?"
She was looking forward, and her hand gripped mine. Her failure to
answer, and the sudden pressure of fingers, was a warning of danger. I
glanced back across my shoulder. In front of the cabin stood a man
staring aft. His huge bulk, even in that darkness, told me it was
Herman.