En route for New York
"Wanted, hands to help in building construction down town, New York."
The advertisement caught Jim's eye as soon as he looked at the newspaper
which happened to be aboard the coaster on which he and Sadie and the
others were voyaging to New York, and fascinated him.
"See here, Sadie," he said. "It'll be just the thing. There must be
heaps of jobs which I could do, even though I have no knowledge of
building. Carrying bricks and so on, you know. There will be good wages,
and the money will keep us going while I look round. Eh?"
"And perhaps there'll be a firm working in the docks round New York,"
ventured the wise Sadie. "Then you'd be able to get a job at diving. I
shouldn't mind there; it isn't as dangerous. This building work would
give Tom and Sam and Ching jobs too."
"Sure!" exclaimed Jim, beginning at once to feel less despondent. Not
that this young American was apt to be downcast for long. But we must
tell the whole truth concerning him. The heavy responsibilities so
suddenly cast upon his shoulders, and the persistent ill fortune of the
family, had somewhat upset his nerves, and robbed him of a little of
his accustomed jollity. Still, with five hundred dollars behind him, and
this advertisement before his eyes, he felt that the far future might be
left to take care of itself; for the immediate prospects were
brightening.
"We'll take the job, the whole lot of us," he said, as they sat on the
deck in the dusk discussing matters. "We'll take a little tenement down
in the working quarters. You'll housekeep, Sadie, and we four will go
and earn dollars. Gee! There's no frightening me. This thing was
beginning to get on top of me, and bear me down; but now, not a bit of
it. I'll win out; one of these days I'll own a salvage plant of my own."
It is better to face difficulties brightly and with full courage than
tackle them half-heartedly. Jim felt all the stronger for his courage,
and paced the deck alone that night with hopes raised, and with full
assurance for the future.
"I'll get a widow woman, or someone respectable like that, to come and
help Sadie keep house," he said to himself. "It'll be company for her
while I'm away. And of course there's her education: she'll have to have
more schooling. We've rather forgotten that she's still only a child,
for she behaves as if she were grown up."
That was, indeed, one of the pathetic items in the history of Jim's
family. His father, Silas, had been pressed as it were into a course of
action which meant a sudden cessation of all home life for Sadie, and
which brought the child amongst grown-up men when she should have been
at school, with some of her own sex about her, and playmates to romp
with. Circumstances had, in fact, acted adversely both for Silas and
his daughter.
"But we'll alter all that," Jim told himself. "Heigho! I'm for turning
in."
He paced the deck once or twice more, then crept down the companion. He
was nearing the bottom, when his progress was suddenly arrested by a
shout.
"What's that?" he wondered. "Came from right forward."
Curiosity caused him to run nimbly up the steps again. His head was just
emerging from the opening when the shout was repeated, while it was
taken up instantly by men above his head, on the bridge of the ship. At
the same moment there came the tinkle of the engine telegraph.
"Port! Port your helm! Hard a port!" he heard the lookout shout from his
post on the forecastle. "Ship ahead! Port your helm!"
"Hard astern, Mr. Dingle! hard astern!" came in steady but sharp tones
from the bridge, then there followed once more the tinkle of the
telegraph. Jim felt the tremble and throb of the engines suddenly die
down; indistinct shouts came to him from somewhere in the interior of
the coaster. Then the engine throbs recurred furiously, as if the ship
were making a frantic effort. Crash!
He was thrown hard against the combing of the gangway, his head striking
the woodwork heavily, so that he was partially stunned. That and the
succeeding jar, as the coaster came end on into the bows of another
steamer, toppled Jim over. He lost his foothold, and rolled down the
steps into the gangway down below. Then he picked himself up, feeling
dazed and giddy, and for a moment held tight to a pillar supporting the
deck.
"A collision," he told himself. "A bad one too--full tilt into one
another. It's shaken the electric light out. Lucky they keep an
emergency oil lamp going."
The temptation to dash up on deck was strong within him, and had he been
alone on the vessel, with none to care for, no doubt he would have
obeyed the inclination. But there was Sadie; Jim was her protector. He
dashed at once towards her cabin, and came upon her at the doorway,
looking frightened.
"There's been a collision, Sadie, dear," he said, endeavouring to keep
his voice quiet. "Guess we may have to move; let me come in and fix
you."
The child was not undressed, fortunately, and Jim at once pushed into
the cabin, groped for one of the cork life preservers which are placed
in overhead racks, and adjusted it to her body.
"Now," he said, "bring a warm coat, and leave the other things. Ah,
here's Tom!"
"Sah; me here, right enough. You's not hurt, nor missie?"
"Not a scratch, Tom. Just take Sadie right up on deck and stand beside
her. That Sam?"
In the dusk outside there was a second figure, and behind that another.
The faithful negroes, and Ching Hu, the Chinaman, had rallied at once to
their youthful master.
"Me, in course," cried the little Sam. "Guess this here's a collision.
But we ain't got no cause to mind; not at all, not at all, missie."
"Get life belts, put them on, and then go on deck," said Jim shortly.
"Sadie, take charge of this bag of dollars. I'm going up to see what's
happened."
Conscious that he had done all that was possible, and that Sadie was now
in excellent hands, he turned and made for the companion, directing Tom
to take the whole party on deck, and wait for him near the companion.
With a few active steps he was there himself, and able to look about
him. There was a slight sea fog enveloping the ship, through which, a
hundred yards away, shone the lights of a steamer. Shouts came from her
deck, while her siren was blowing frantically. On board the craft on
which he himself stood there was also considerable noise and confusion.
A couple of lights were swaying right forward, and running there Jim saw
that a man was being slung over the bows in a rope's end. Right aft,
where were quarters for steerage passengers, there was the sound of many
voices, shouts, and hoarse cries of alarm, and once the shrill shriek of
a woman.
"How'd it happen?" he asked one of the deck hands standing near him.
"How do most of these here things happen, siree?" came the answer. "This
here fog did it. The lookouts war bright enough; but reckon the two
ships jest bumped clean into the same course, and didn't see one another
till their bows was touchin'. We're holed badly, I'm thinking. You take
my advice, and get hold of your traps."
Jim leaned over the rail, and stared at the man swinging in the rope's
end. The lantern he carried showed a huge rent in the bows of the ship,
while the sound of rushing water came to his ears.
"Six feet by five, down under the water line, mostly," came from the
man. "You'd better be slinging me over a sailcloth or something, or else
the water'll fill her."
"They'll never do it," thought Jim, staring at the rent. "I've been
enough on board ships to know what this means. I'll get back and see
that Sadie's safe."
He ran back to the companion, where he discovered his friends seated on
the hatchway.
"Tom," he said, "come along below with me. We shall have to take to the
boats, and the sooner we've food with us the better. Lead along to the
galley."
"Purser's store, sah; I knows very well. You say we gwine ter leave de
ship."
"She's holed badly; she's bound to founder, I guess."
"Den de Lor' help us!" groaned Tom. "You listen here, sah. Forty
Spaniard workmen living aft. Dey play de dickens. Dey fight for de
boats. Not like dat at all. Tom say dat dere be trouble."
The mention of the men who had taken passage aft caused Jim some amount
of perturbation. He had noticed them as he came aboard, and it was
because of their presence on the ship that he had taken passage for
himself and Sadie amidships.
"I'd have gone steerage with her had it not been for those dagoes," he
had told himself. "There's little enough money to spare nowadays for
luxuries; but they're a rough crowd, and I wouldn't like Sadie to be
amongst them."
It had followed that he and Sadie had taken berths amidships, while Tom
and Sam and Ching had, as a natural course, got places aft. Jim
realized, now that Tom reminded him of the fact, that the Spaniards on
the ship might prove a greater danger to them than the foundering of the
vessel.
"Guess they're a rough crowd, and likely to lose their heads," he said
aloud. "Let's get some food quick, Tom, and then see what's happening.
We'll keep close together."
They ran along the alley way towards the purser's store, and, finding
the door closed, Tom burst it in with a mighty heave from his shoulder.
Jim snatched one of the hanging oil lanterns, and together they made a
hurried survey of the contents.
"Here's a sack; hold it open, Tom," commanded Jim.
He ran his eyes round the shelves, then, without hesitation, pitched
tins of preserved beef, of milk, and of other foodstuffs into the sack.
In little more than a minute it was full to the neck.
"Get ahead," said Jim promptly. "I'll bring along this cask."
He stuffed a metal cup into one pocket, and hoisted a small cask of beer
on to his shoulder. Had he been able to make a careful selection he
would have sought for water; but in an emergency beer would do as well
as anything, and already he knew that time was very limited. Indeed the
ship had already a bad list on her; she leaned so much to one side that
walking was difficult, while she was down at the head so that his return
to the companion was made uphill. But in a little while the two arrived,
panting, at the top of the companion, Tom bearing the lantern with him.
"Holy poker! but dere's the duce of a row aft, massa," sang out Sam,
seeing them arrive. "I tink dem men is trying to put out de boats."
"How many are there?" asked Jim quickly.
"Seven, I tink. One just here; the others aft. Not like de noise dem
scum make."
Jim had never been aboard a vessel under similar circumstances, and had
therefore never experienced the confusion which follows a collision. He
had read of such affairs, and had marvelled at the wonderful coolness
and discipline maintained in some cases. Then he had heard of very
opposite results, where men had lost their heads, and where they had
fought, each for his own individual safety, as if they were wild beasts.
Remembering the class of individual who had taken passage aboard this
coaster, he could not help but wonder whether discipline would be
maintained on this occasion. The shouts, the babel of sounds coming from
the stern, seemed to indicate the opposite.
"See here, Tom," he said, when he had listened for a while. "You and
Ching will stay right here by this boat, taking care of Sadie. Just give
a look to the tackle, swing her out, and put all the grub on board. Best
put Sadie there also. Sam and I'll get along right now to see what's
being done. The captain maybe'll want some help. Those fellows along
there appear to be fighting like demons."
"Den you git along, sah. Me and Sadie'll be all right. Ching Hu, yo
Chinaboy, jest you hoist dat cask aboard, and mind yo don't let um
tumble."
That was the best of the huge negro; he could be depended upon to keep
his head, while his devotion to Sadie was without question. Jim felt no
qualms as to his sister's security as he dashed forward again, Sam close
at his heels. A minute later he met a little group coming towards him
swiftly. It was the captain of the vessel, with his two officers, and
some half-dozen men.
"It's a case with us," Jim heard him say as the group came to a halt.
"She'll be down in half an hour, and that don't give us too much time to
get ready. Mr. Jarvis, jest hop down to the engine room and tell 'em all
to come up. Quartermaster, guess you'd best make a round of all the
cabins; there's time for that, and we want to see that no one's left.
You others had best come along with me: we've got to fix those fellows
aft. They tell me they're fighting like rats to get the boats out. We'll
have to stop 'em. Glad I am there's so few women aboard. What about the
young lady amidships?"
"She's safe, Captain," broke in Jim at once. "I've put her in charge of
one of my negroes and the Chinaman. She's been placed in the boat by the
companion, and we've got food and drink there also. I'm ready to come
along and help you aft."
There was a lantern swinging in the captain's hand. He lifted it coolly,
for there was no trace of flurry about this solid-looking man, and
closely scrutinized Jim's features.
"Gee!" he exclaimed, reaching out to shake his hand. "You're the sort of
chap a skipper's glad to know. You've seen to the safety of the sister,
as is only right, and now you come along shoulder to shoulder with us.
Guess there'll be bad trouble back there."
"Guess there will," answered Jim. "They're fighting, if one can judge by
the noise."
"Jest like tigers, and they'll take some quelling. Look here; get a hold
of anything handy and don't stand no nonsense. We can't afford to take
lip from any of those Spaniards. Ef a man shows a knife, lay him flat on
the deck. Come along."
He led the way swiftly along the deck, and the handful of men with him
followed closely, picking up any likely weapon as they went. Jim
possessed himself of an axe handle. It was long, and moderately heavy,
while sufficiently tough to withstand any blow. He swung it up over his
shoulder and took his place beside the captain and his mate. In a minute
they had arrived at the rail from which one overlooked the small waist
of the vessel, where the steerage passengers were accommodated. An oil
lamp hung from the boom, which was housed in its crutches over the
waist, and the feeble rays served to show what was happening. There were
a couple of boats on either side of the deck, and about these a seething
mass of men fought. Without knowledge of the sea, having no idea how to
swing the boats out, and no order or method, the result of the frantic
efforts of these foreign workmen had been disastrous in one case at
least. One of the boats hung suspended from the tackles, while its stern
washed in the water below, spars and oars and sails having been tumbled
out of it. The other three still hung in their davits, and had been
hoisted by the tackles from the crutches placed between their keels and
the decks. As the captain and his men arrived, some of the men below
were tugging at the tackles, while others were cutting the canvas
covers of the boats adrift with their knives. In one corner of the waist
of the ship three women were huddled, two men being engaged in a
desperate fight within three feet of them.
"Down below there!" bellowed the captain. "Stand away from those boats."
[Illustration: "STAND AWAY FROM THOSE BOATS"]
He might have spoken to a party of dead men for all the effect his words
had. The frantic individuals down below seemed not to have heard them.
They still went on with the work of preparing the boats, though it was
clear to everyone that, what with their eagerness and their utter
selfishness, the hoisting out, if left to them, would end only in
disaster.
"Down below there, you dogs!" shouted the captain. "Stand away there!
Fall in in the centre of the deck."
He repeated his words in Spanish, for a skipper who sails those seas
soon acquires a considerable vocabulary; but his orders fell upon deaf
ears only, and all the while time was flying, the ship was settling, the
moment when she would founder was drawing dangerously nearer.
"Guess we've got to fix 'em in our own way," said the captain, turning
on his little party. "See here, we'll get down this port ladder, beat
the men back from the two boats there, and then tackle the others. Jest
keep close together, and ef there's opposition don't be too gentle. This
ain't the time for gentleness; they'll understand hard knocks when there
ain't anything else that'll knock sense into their silly heads."
He led the way promptly, looking in the feeble rays of his own lantern,
and that suspended from the boom, a regular commander. With his
clear-cut but anxious features, his peaked beard and short moustaches,
this skipper gave one the impression of power, of coolness, and of
courage. Indeed he was just the sort of man required in such an
emergency, for he inspired his followers with confidence, and took his
post at their head as a matter of course. The mate slid down the ladder
immediately on his heels and Jim took the whole flight in one bound.
"Now," said the captain.
"Lummy! Dis someting like, dis am," murmured Sam, his eager little face
looking up into Jim's. The diminutive negro had armed himself with an
enormous stake which he had discovered in some odd corner, and he
flourished it. There was a little grin on his face, while his sharp
teeth flashed. In fact, in one brief moment, the negro, who had always
worked so well and so quietly, who had never displayed any pugnacity or
traces of excitement, had become an altered individual. There was a
something about him which seemed to say that fighting was a pursuit
which pleased him, that he was longing for the fray. But by now the
whole party was gathered in the waist. The captain led them to the port
boats, flinging aside all who stood in his path. In fact, to clear the
Spaniards into the centre of the deck was no difficult matter. They were
so absorbed in their task that they were taken by surprise. But a moment
or two later, when they found a group of resolute-looking men lined up
between them and the boats, which seemed to be their only hope of
safety, the frantic people became furious and desperate.
"Two of you men just see that the tackles are free and all ready for
hoisting," said the captain, his eye on the passengers. "We've got
trouble to meet here, and when it's over we shall want to get the boats
out precious slippy. Ah, you would, would you?"
In the short space of time which had elapsed since he had come to the
waist the fury of the Spaniards had risen perceptibly. It wanted only a
maddened leader now to turn the whole pack upon the captain and his men;
and, in a trice, the man made his appearance. A huge fellow, with
glittering ear-rings, whipped something from his belt and snarled at the
captain. Then, with a shout as if he were a maddened beast, he dashed
forward, a huge dagger held before him.
"I've got more of that for the likes of you," said the captain, stepping
swiftly forward and meeting the man with a terrific blow from his fist.
Indeed the Spaniard turned a half-somersault, and landed with a thud on
the deck. But his mates were too desperate to notice his discomfiture;
they came at the little band in a mob, and in a moment Jim and his
comrades were fully engaged. A little active man bent low and ran in at
our hero, while the latter caught the glint of something bright in his
hand. Crash! The staff with which he had provided himself fell on the
Spaniard's head and sent him sprawling. Bang! Sam's ponderous weapon
missed the mark at which it was aimed and struck the deck heavily. Next
instant the negro was locked in the arms of one of the attackers and was
rolling with him on the decks.
But Jim had no time to watch him, nor opportunity of assisting, for the
horde of men threw themselves on him and his comrades furiously. One
managed to come to close quarters with him and struck with his knife;
but the blade did not reach his person. A quick leap to one side saved
him. Then the staff swung downwards and the man collapsed.
"A rare blow, lad. A rare one!" shouted the captain. "Boys, we'll be
moving forward."
But the command was easier to give than to obey. Not all the efforts of
the little party could make an impression. It seemed as if the captain
would be defeated in his efforts to control the boats. But suddenly
others arrived on the scene. It was the engine hands, headed by an
enormous negro. Was it wonderful that Tom should itch to join in the
fray? He had seen his mistress into a place of safety and had left Ching
to guard her. Then, realizing that instant victory in this struggle
could alone save everyone on board, he had led the engineering staff
down the companion.
"By de poker! not stand quiet and 'low boats to be hoisted out," he
bellowed, forcing his way to the front. "Not 'bey de captain and help
when de ship sinkin'. By de poker, but dis not go on! Yo, what yo
doin'?"
He seized a man who rushed at him, as if he were merely a child, twisted
him round till his feet were in the air, and threw him back at his
comrades. Then, smiling all the while, he rushed at the attackers,
regardless of their knives, striking them down in all directions.
"Hooray! Now, boys," shouted the captain, "that darkie's done it for us
fine. Beat 'em back; there's still time to mend matters."
Bunched together, and led by Tom, the little party threw themselves upon
the Spaniards, striking right and left remorselessly. And in the space
of a few seconds they had borne them back as far as the bulkhead, above
which was the poop.
"If some of you men don't drop those knives precious quick I'll know
why," commanded the skipper.
"By de poker--yes! Tom know why, yo bet!"
The huge negro strode in front of all, his big fists doubled, his head
thrust forward as if he were a bull about to charge. His eye fell upon
the rascal who had begun the attack, and who, meanwhile, had recovered
his senses. There was a dagger in the villain's hand, and Tom did not
fail to see it. In a trice he had pounced upon the man.
"What yo not obey for?" he demanded wrathfully. "Yo not hear de cap'n
say yo to drop all knives? By de poker, but in two seconds yo sorry yo
ever born! Yo drop that knife."
There was no disobeying such an order. Tom seized the Spaniard, gripped
him with both powerful hands, and shook him till the man's head
threatened to fall from his shoulders. Then he turned and grinned at the
captain.
"Ready now to do as yo order, Cap'n," he smiled. "S'pose yo say fall in
half here and half dere, get ready to haul on tackle. Dey ready to do as
yo say."
"George, you're a real treasure! You're a brave man, Tom. Jest get 'em
ranged up in order, and quick with it. Young sir, I'll be obliged ef
you'll help him."
He nodded to Jim, left three of the men to stand by him, and at once
turned to the boats. As for the Spaniards, Tom's huge frame and the
prowess he had already displayed seemed to cow them. They obeyed his
orders with alacrity, and were soon ranged up in two lines. By then
their aid was wanted.
"Yo jest get to dem tackles yo in dat row," commanded Tom. "Haul when
you told. If one ob yo try to get into de boats before I say yo can, me
carve yo into little pieces--so."
He brandished an enormous knife, which he had picked up from the deck,
and showed his teeth. The result might have been anticipated, for the
passengers who had been fighting like a pack of beasts but a few moments
before were absolutely cowed. They would rather face drowning than the
anger of this terrible negro. It followed, therefore, that, now that
they were helping in the task, the boats were swiftly swung out.
"Put the women aboard this one," said the captain. "We'll lower them
with the boat. The others can go down by a rope ladder; it's smooth,
thank goodness, or things would be worse. Now, lads, quick with it; she
won't swim much longer."
Riot and fury had now been replaced by order and calm method. One by one
the boats were lowered, passengers entered, and a crew was placed
aboard. Moreover the purser and his men found time to make a raid on the
stores, so that each boat was victualled. As for Sadie, she and Ching
sat in the boat lowered from amidships, and waited anxiously for her
brother and the others. Presently they came, the captain being the last
to step over the rail. By then the decks forward were awash, while the
stern of the vessel was pitched high in the air. Her propeller was
plainly visible, lifted clear of the water.
"She'll plunge in a few moments. Best get clear away," said the captain.
"The other ship, I hear, is foundering also. We'll have to stand by till
morning. Is everyone with us?"
The answer had hardly left the mate's lips when there came a cry from
Sadie. Her finger shot out, and in a moment all saw the object which had
attracted her attention. It was the figure of a man standing on the
sinking steamer. Instantly a groan escaped the captain.
"Couldn't risk going back for him," he said; "he must swim for it."
"But he's disabled; he's the man with a broken arm," sang out Jim. "He
couldn't swim if you paid him to."
"Can't help it; I've the boat's crew to think of," declared the captain,
shaking his head sadly. "That ship's on the point of diving; we're too
close as it is. If I go nearer we risk the lives of all, your sister's
into the bargain."
"A fact," cried the mate emphatically. "The skipper's saying only what's
true."
"Ah! I thought she was going then!" shouted one of the crew aboard the
boat, seeing the steamer lurch suddenly. "'Tain't more'n a matter of
seconds."
"Then I'll chance being in time; I'm going for him."
Jim tore off his coat, and kicked his shoes away. Before they realized
his intentions he had stepped on to the gunwale, and had plunged head
foremost into the sea.