CHAPTER XV

GOOD SAILORS IN A WILD ANCHORAGE

All afternoon the _Dazzler_ pitched and rolled at her anchorage, and as

evening drew on the wind deceitfully eased down. This, and the example

set by French Pete, encouraged the rest of the oyster-boats to attempt

to ride out the night; but they looked carefully to their moorings and

put out spare anchors.

French Pete ordered the two boys into the skiff, and, at the imminent risk

of swamping, they carried out a second anchor, at nearly right angles to

the first one, and dropped it over. French Pete then ran out a great

quantity of chain and rope, so that the _Dazzler_ dropped back a hundred

feet or more, where she rode more easily.

It was a wild stretch of water which Joe looked upon from the shelter of

the cockpit. The oyster-beds were out in the open bay, utterly unprotected,

and the wind, sweeping the water for a clean twelve miles, kicked up so

tremendous a sea that at every moment it seemed as though the wallowing

sloops would roll their masts overside. Just before twilight a patch of

sail sprang up to windward, and grew and grew until it resolved itself

into the huge mainsail of the _Reindeer_.

"Ze beeg fool!" French Pete cried, running out of the cabin to see.

"Sometime--ah, sometime, I tell you--he crack on like dat, an' he go,

pouf! just like dat, pouf!--an' no more Nelson, no more _Reindeer_, no

more nothing."

Joe looked inquiringly at 'Frisco Kid.

"That 's right," he answered. "Nelson ought to have at least one reef

in. Two 'd be better. But there he goes, every inch spread, as though

some fiend was after 'im. He drives too hard; he 's too reckless, when

there ain't the smallest need for it. I 've sailed with him, and I know

his ways."

Like some huge bird of the air, the _Reindeer_ lifted and soared down

on them on the foaming crest of a wave.

"Don't mind," 'Frisco Kid warned. "He 's only tryin' to see how close

he can come to us without hittin' us."

Joe nodded, and stared with wide eyes at the thrilling sight. The

_Reindeer_ leaped up in the air, pointing her nose to the sky till

they could see her whole churning forefoot; then she plunged downward

till her for'ard deck was flush with the foam, and with a dizzying rush

she drove past them, her main-boom missing the _Dazzler's_ rigging by

scarcely a foot.

Nelson, at the wheel, waved his hand to them as he hurtled past,

and laughed joyously in French Pete's face, who was angered by the

dangerous trick.

When to leeward, the splendid craft rounded to the wind, rolling once

till her brown bottom showed to the centerboard and they thought she

was over, then righting and dashing ahead again like a thing possessed.

She passed abreast of them on the starboard side. They saw the jib run

down with a rush and an anchor go overboard as she shot into the wind;

and as she fell off and back and off and back with a spilling mainsail,

they saw a second anchor go overboard, wide apart from the first. Then

the mainsail came down on the run, and was furled and fastened by the

time she had tightened to her double hawsers.

"Ah, ah! Never was there such a man!"

The Frenchman's eyes were glistening with admiration for such perfect

seamanship, and 'Frisco Kid's were likewise moist.

"Just like a yacht," he said as he went back into the cabin. "Just like

a yacht, only better."

As night came on the wind began to rise again, and by eleven o'clock had

reached the stage which 'Frisco Kid described as "howlin'." There was

little sleep on the _Dazzler_. He alone closed his eyes. French Pete was

up and down every few minutes. Twice, when he went on deck, he paid out

more chain and rope. Joe lay in his blankets and listened, the while

vainly courting sleep. He was not frightened, but he was untrained in

the art of sleeping in the midst of such turmoil and uproar and violent

commotion. Nor had he imagined a boat could play as wild antics as did

the _Dazzler_ and still survive. Often she wallowed over on her beam

till he thought she would surely capsize. At other times she leaped

and plunged in the air and fell upon the seas with thunderous crashes

as though her bottom were shattered to fragments. Again, she would fetch

up taut on her hawsers so suddenly and so fiercely as to reel from the

shock and to groan and protest through every timber.

'Frisco Kid awoke once, and smiled at him, saying:

"This is what they call hangin' on. But just you wait till daylight comes,

and watch us clawin' off. If some of the sloops don't go ashore, I 'm not

me, that 's all."

And thereat he rolled over on his side and was off to sleep. Joe envied

him. About three in the morning he heard French Pete crawl up for'ard and

rummage around in the eyes of the boat. Joe looked on curiously, and by

the dim light of the wildly swinging sea-lamp saw him drag out two spare

coils of line. These he took up on deck, and Joe knew he was bending them

on to the hawsers to make them still longer.

At half-past four French Pete had the fire going, and at five he called

the boys for coffee. This over, they crept into the cockpit to gaze on the

terrible scene. The dawn was breaking bleak and gray over a wild waste of

tumbling water. They could faintly see the beach-line of Asparagus Island,

but they could distinctly hear the thunder of the surf upon it; and as the

day grew stronger they made out that they had dragged fully half a mile

during the night.

The rest of the fleet had likewise dragged. The _Reindeer_ was almost

abreast of them; _La Caprice_ lay a few hundred yards away; and to

leeward, straggling between them and shore, were five more of the

struggling oyster-boats.

"Two missing," 'Frisco Kid announced, putting the glasses to his eyes

and searching the beach.

"And there 's one!" he cried. And after studying it carefully he added:

"The _Go Ask Her_. She 'll be in pieces in no time. I hope they got

ashore."

French Pete looked through the glasses, and then Joe. He could clearly see

the unfortunate sloop lifting and pounding in the surf, and on the beach he

spied the men who made up her crew.

"Where 's ze _Ghost_?" French Pete queried.

'Frisco Kid looked for her in vain along the beach; but when he turned the

glass seaward he quickly discovered her riding safely in the growing light,

half a mile or more to windward.

"I 'll bet she did n't drag a hundred feet all night," he said. "Must 've

struck good holding-ground."

"Mud," was French Pete's verdict. "Just one vaire small patch of mud right

there. If she get t'rough it she 's a sure-enough goner, I tell you dat.

Her anchors vaire light, only good for mud. I tell ze boys get more heavy

anchors, but dey laugh. Some day be sorry, for sure."

One of the sloops to leeward raised a patch of sail and began the terrible

struggle out of the jaws of destruction and death. They watched her for a

space, rolling and plunging fearfully, and making very little headway.

French Pete put a stop to their gazing. "Come on!" he shouted. "Put two

reef in ze mainsail! We get out queeck!"

While occupied with this a shout aroused them. Looking up, they saw the

_Ghost_ dead ahead and right on top of them, and dragging down upon them

at a furious rate.

French Pete scrambled forward like a cat, at the same time drawing his

knife, with one stroke of which he severed the rope that held them to

the spare anchor. This threw the whole weight of the _Dazzler_ on the

chain-anchor. In consequence she swung off to the left, and just in time;

for the next instant, drifting stern foremost, the _Ghost_ passed over

the spot she had vacated.

"Why, she 's got four anchors out!" Joe exclaimed, at sight of four taut

ropes entering the water almost horizontally from her bow.

"Two of 'em 's dredges," 'Frisco Kid grinned; "and there goes the stove."

As he spoke, two young fellows appeared on deck and dropped the

cooking-stove overside with a line attached.

"Phew!" 'Frisco Kid cried. "Look at Nelson. He 's got one reef in,

and you can just bet that 's a sign she 's howlin'!"

The _Reindeer_ came foaming toward them, breasting the storm like some

magnificent sea-animal. Red Nelson waved to them as he passed astern,

and fifteen minutes later, when they were breaking out the one anchor

that remained to them, he passed well to windward on the other tack.

French Pete followed her admiringly, though he said ominously: "Some

day, pouf! he go just like dat, I tell you, sure."

A moment later the _Dazzler's_ reefed jib was flung out, and she was

straining and struggling in the thick of the fight. It was slow work,

and hard and dangerous, clawing off that lee shore, and Joe found

himself marveling often that so small a craft could possibly endure

a minute in such elemental fury. But little by little she worked off

the shore and out of the ground-swell into the deeper waters of the bay,

where the main-sheet was slacked away a bit, and she ran for shelter

behind the rock wall of the Alameda Mole a few miles away. Here they

found the _Reindeer_ calmly at anchor; and here, during the next several

hours, straggled in the remainder of the fleet, with the exception of the

_Ghost_, which had evidently gone ashore to keep the _Go Ask Her_ company.

By afternoon the wind had dropped away with surprising suddenness, and the

weather had turned almost summer-like.

"It does n't look right," 'Frisco Kid said in the evening, after French

Pete had rowed over in the skiff to visit Nelson.

"What does n't look right?" Joe asked.

"Why, the weather. It went down too sudden. It did n't have a chance

to blow itself out, and it ain't going to quit till does blow itself

out. It 's likely to puff up and howl at any moment, if I know anything

about it."

"Where will we go from here?" Joe asked. "Back to the oyster-beds?"

'Frisco Kid shook his head. "I can't say what French Pete 'll do. He 's

been fooled on the iron, and fooled on the oysters, and he 's that

disgusted he 's liable to do 'most anything desperate. I would n't be

surprised to see him go off with Nelson towards Redwood City, where that

big thing is that I was tellin' you about. It 's somewhere over there."

"Well, I won't have anything to do with it," Joe announced decisively.

"Of course not," 'Frisco Kid answered. "And with Nelson and his two men

an' French Pete, I don't think there 'll be any need for you anyway."

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