CARROLL SEEKS HELP.
Carroll slept for several hours before he awakened and sat up on the
locker, shivering. He had left the hatch slightly open, and a confused
uproar reached him from outside--the wail of wind-tossed trees; the
furious splash of ripples against the bows; and the drumming of the
halliards upon the mast. There was no doubt that it was blowing hard;
but the wind was off the land, and the sloop in shelter.
Filling his pipe, he set himself to think, and promptly decided that it
would have been better had he gone down to the sloop in the beginning,
before the provisions had been spoiled, instead of in the end.
Reluctance to leave his helpless companion had mainly prevented him from
doing this, but he had also been encouraged by the possibility of
obtaining a deer now and then. It was clear that he had made a mistake
in remaining, but it was not the first time he had done so, and the
point was unimportant. The burning question was: What must he do now?
It would obviously be useless to go back with rations that would barely
suffice for the march: Vane still had food enough to keep life in one
man for a little while. On the other hand, it would not be a long sail
to Comox with a strong northerly wind; and if the sloop would face the
sea that was running he might return with assistance before his
comrade's scanty store was exhausted. Getting out the mildewed chart, he
laid off his course, carefully trimmed and lighted the binnacle lamp,
and going up on deck hauled in the kedge anchor. He could not break the
main one out, though he worked savagely with a tackle, and deciding to
slip it, he managed to lash three reefs in the mainsail and hoist it
with the peak left down. Then he sat down to gather breath--for the work
had been cruelly heavy--before he let the cable run and hoisted the jib.
She paid off when he put up his helm, and the black loom of trees ashore
vanished. He thought he could find his way out of the inlet, but he only
knew that he had done so when the angry ripples that splashed about the
boat suddenly changed to confused tumbling combers. They foamed up in
swift succession on her quarter, but he fancied she would withstand
their onslaught, so long as he could prevent her from screwing up to
windward when she lifted. It would need constant care, and if he failed,
the next comber would, no doubt, break on board. His task was one that
would have taxed the vigilance of a strong, well-fed man, and Carroll
had already nearly reached the limit of his powers.
His case, however, was by no means an unusual one. The cost of the
subjugation of the wilderness is the endurance of hunger and thirst,
cold and crushing fatigue; and somebody pays to the uttermost farthing.
Carroll, sitting drenched, strung up, and hungry, at the helm, was
merely playing his part in the struggle, though he found it cruelly
hard.
It was pitch dark, but he must gaze ahead and guess the track of the
pursuing seas by the angle of the spouting white ridge abreast of the
weather shrouds. He had a compass, but when his course did not coincide
with safety it must be disregarded. The one essential thing was to keep
the sloop on top, and to do so he had frequently to let her fall off
dead before the mad white combers that leaped out of the dark. By and
by, his arms began to ache from the strain of the tiller, and his wet
fingers grew stiff and claw-like. The nervous strain was also telling,
but that could not be helped; he must keep the craft before the sea or
go down with her. There was one consolation--she was travelling at a
furious speed.
At length, morning broke over a leaden sea that was seamed with white;
and he glanced longing at the meat-can on the locker near his feet. He
could reach it by stooping, though he dare not leave the helm, but he
determined to wait until noon before he broke his fast again. It could
not be very far to Comox, but the wind might drop. Then he began to
wonder how he had escaped the perils of the night. He had come down what
was really a wide and not quite straight sound passing several unlighted
islands. Before starting, he had decided that he would run so long and
then change his course a point or two, but he could not be sure that he
had done so. He had a hazy recollection of seeing surf, and once a faint
loom of land, but he supposed he had avoided it half-consciously or that
chance had favoured him.
In the afternoon, the wind changed a little, backing to the north-west;
the sky grew brighter, and he made out shadowy land over his starboard
quarter. By and by he recognised it with a start. It was the high ridge
north of Comox, and as he had run farther than he had expected, he must
try to hoist the peak of the mainsail and haul her on the wind. There
was danger in rounding her up, but it must be faced, though a sea foamed
across her as he put down his helm. Another followed, but he scrambled
forward and struggled desperately to hoist the downhanging gaff. The
halliards were swollen; he could scarcely keep his footing on the
deluged deck that slanted steeply under him. He thought he could have
mastered the banging canvas had he been fresh; but, worn out as he was,
drenched with spray, and buffeted by the shattered tops of the seas, the
task was beyond his power. Giving it up, he staggered back, breathless
and almost nerveless, to the helm.
He could not reach Comox, which lay to windward, with the sail half-set,
but it was only seventy miles or thereabouts to Nanaimo and not very
much farther to Vancouver. The breeze would be fair to either, and he
could charter a launch or tug for the return journey. Letting her go
before the sea again, he ate some canned meat ravenously, tearing it
with one hand.
Shortly afterwards, a grey mass rose out of the water to port and he
supposed it was Texada. There were mines on the island, and he might be
able to engage a rescue party; but he reflected that he could not beat
the sloop back to windward unless the breeze fell, which it showed no
signs of doing. It would be more prudent to go on to Vancouver, where he
would be sure of getting a steamer, but he closed with the long island a
little, and dusk was falling when he made out a boat in the partial
shelter of a bight. Standing in closer, he saw that there were two men
in the craft, and driving down upon her he backed the jib and ran
alongside.
There was a crash as he struck the boat, and an astonished and angry man
clutched the sloop's rail.
"Now what in the name of thunder?" he began, and stopped, struck by
Carroll's ragged appearance.
"Can you take this sloop to Vancouver?" the latter inquired.
"I could if it was worth while," was the cautious answer. "It will be a
mighty wet run."
"Seven dollars a day, until you're home again," said Carroll. "A bonus
if you can sail her with the whole reefed mainsail up--I won't stick at
a few dollars. Can your partner pull that boat ashore alone? If not,
cast her adrift, I'll buy her."
"He'll make the beach," said the other, jumping on board. "Seven dollars
sounds a square deal. I won't put the screw on you."
"Then help me hoist the peak," Carroll bade him. "After that, you can
take the helm; I'm played out."
The man, who shouted something to his companion, seized the halliards;
and the sloop drove on again furiously; with an increased spread of
canvas, while Carroll stood holding on by the coaming while the boat
dropped back.
"I'll leave you to it," he informed the new helmsman. "It's twenty-four
hours since I've had more than a bite or two of food, and some weeks
since I had a decent meal."
"You look like it," the other informed him. "Been up against it
somewhere?"
Carroll, who did not reply, crawled below and managed to light the stove
and make a kettleful of tea. He drank a good deal of it, and nearly
emptied the remaining small meat-can, which he presently held out for
his companion's inspection, standing beneath the hatch.
"There's some tea left, but this is all there is to eat on board the
craft," he said. "You're hired to take her to Vancouver--and you'd
better get there as soon as you can."
The bronzed helmsman nodded. "She won't be long on the way if the mast
holds up."
"Have you seen any papers lately?" Carroll inquired. "I've been up in
the bush and I'm interested in the Clermont mine. It looked as if there
might be some changes in the company's prospects when I went away."
"I noticed a bit about it in the Colonist a while back," was the answer.
"They sold out to another concern, or amalgamated with it; I don't
remember which."
Carroll was not astonished. The news, which implied that he must be
prepared to face a more or less serious financial reverse struck him as
a fitting climax to his misadventures.
"It's pretty much what I expected, and I'm going to sleep," he said. "I
don't want to be wakened before it's necessary."
He crawled below, and he had hardly stretched himself out upon the
locker before his eyes closed. When he opened them, feeling more like
his usual self, he saw that the sun was above the horizon, and
recognised by the boat's motion that the wind had fallen. Going out, he
found her driving through the water under her whole mainsail and the
helmsman sitting stolidly at the tiller. The man stretched out a hand
and pointed to the hazy hills to port.
"We'll fetch the Narrows some time before noon," he said. "If you'll
take the helm, I guess we'll halve that meat for breakfast."
His prediction proved correct, for Carroll reached his hotel about
midday, and hastily changing his clothes, set off to call on Nairn. He
had not recovered his mental equipoise, and in spite of his long, sound
sleep, he was still badly jaded physically. On arriving at the house, he
was shown into a room where Mrs. Nairn and her husband were sitting with
Evelyn, waiting for the midday meal. The elder lady rose with a start of
astonishment when he walked in.
"Man," she said, "what's wrong? Ye're looking like a ghost."
It was not an inapt description. Carroll's face was worn and haggard,
and his clothes hung slack on him.
"I've been feeling rather unsubstantial of late, as the result of a
restricted diet," he answered with a smile, and sat down in the nearest
chair, while Nairn regarded him with carefully suppressed curiosity.
"Ye're ower lang in coming," he remarked. "Where did ye leave your
partner?"
Carroll sat silent a moment or two, his eyes fixed on Evelyn. It was
evident that his sudden appearance unaccompanied by Vane, which he felt
had been undesirably dramatic, had alarmed her. At first he felt
compassionate, and then he was suddenly possessed by hot indignation.
This girl, with her narrow prudish notions and cold-blooded nature, had
presumed to condemn his comrade, unheard, for an imaginary offence. The
thing was at once ludicrous and intolerable; if his news brought her
dismay, let her suffer. His nerves, it must be remembered, were not in
their normal condition.
"Yes," he said, in answer to his host's first remark; "I've gathered
that we have failed to save the situation. But I don't know exactly what
has happened; you had better tell me."
Mrs. Nairn made a sign of protest, but her husband glanced at her
restrainingly.
"Ye will hear his news in good time," he informed her, and turned to
Carroll. "In a few words, the capital wasna subscribed; it leaked out
that the ore was running poor and we held an emergency meeting. With
Vane away, I could put no confidence into the shareholders--they were
anxious to get from under--and Horsfield brought forward an amalgamation
scheme: his friends would take the property over, on their valuation. I
and a few others were outvoted; the scheme went through, and when the
announcement steadied the stock, which had been tumbling down, I
exercised the authority given me and sold your shares and Vane's at
considerably less than their face value. Ye can have particulars later.
What I have to ask now is: Where is Vane?"
The man's voice grew sharp; the question was flung out like an
accusation, but Carroll still looked at Evelyn. He felt very bitter
against her.
"I left him in the bush with no more than a few days' provisions and a
broken leg," he said.
Then, in spite of Evelyn's efforts to retain her composure, her face
blanched; and Carroll's anger vanished, because the truth was clear.
Vane had triumphed through disaster; his peril and ruin had swept his
offences away. The girl, who had condemned him in his prosperity, would
not turn away from him in misfortune. In the meanwhile, the others sat
silent, gazing at the bearer of evil news, until he spoke again.
"I want a tug to take me back at once, if she can be got," he said.
"I'll pick up a few men along the water-front."
Nairn rose and went out of the room. The tinkle of a telephone bell
reached those who remained, and he came back a minute or two later.
"I've sent Whitney round," he announced. "He'll come across if there's a
boat to be had, and now ye look as if ye needed lunch."
"It's several weeks since I had one," said Carroll with a smile.
The meal was brought in, but for a while he talked as well as ate;
relating his adventures in somewhat disjointed fragments, while the rest
sat listening. He was also pleased to notice something which suggested
returning confidence in him in Evelyn's intent eyes as the tale
proceeded. When at last he had made the matter clear, he added: "If I
keep you waiting, you'll excuse me."
His hostess watched his subsequent efforts with candid approval, and,
looking up once or twice, he saw sympathy in the girl's face, instead of
the astonishment or disgust he had half expected. When he had finished,
his hostess rose and Carroll stood up, but Nairn signed to him to resume
his place.
"I'm thinking ye had better sit still a while and smoke," he said.
Carroll was glad to do so, and he and Nairn conferred together, until
the latter was called to the telephone.
"Ye can have the Brodick boat at noon to-morrow," he said on his return.
"That won't do," Carroll objected heavily. "Send Whitney round again; I
must sail to-night."
He had some difficulty in getting out the words, and when he rose his
eyes were half closed. Walking unsteadily, he crossed the room and sank
into a big lounge.
"I think," he resumed, "if you don't mind, I'll go to sleep."
Nairn merely nodded, and when, after sitting silent a minute or two, he
went softly out, the worn-out man was already wrapped in profound
slumber. As it happened, Nairn received another call by telephone and
left in haste for his office, without speaking to his wife; with the
result that the latter and Evelyn, returning to the room by and by in
search of Carroll, found him lying still. The elder lady raised her hand
in warning as she bent over the sleeper, and then, taking up a light
rug, spread it gently over him, Evelyn, too, was stirred to sudden pity,
for the man's attitude was eloquent of exhaustion.
They withdrew gently and had reached the corridor when Mrs. Nairn turned
to the girl.
"When he first came in, ye blamed that man for deserting his partner,"
she said.
Evelyn confessed it, and her hostess smiled meaningly. "Are ye no rather
ready to blame?"
"I'm afraid I am," said Evelyn, with the colour creeping into her face,
as she remembered an instance in which she had condemned another person
hastily.
"In this case," said her companion, "ye were very foolish. The man came
down for help, and if he could not get it, he would go back his lone; if
all the way was barred with ice and he must walk on his naked feet. Love
of woman's strong and the fear of death is keen, but ye will find now
and then a faith between man and man that neither would sever." She
paused and looked at the girl fixedly as she asked: "What of him that
could inspire it?"
Evelyn did not answer. She had never seen her hostess in this mood, and
she was also stirred; but the elder lady went on again: "The virtue of a
gift lies in part, but no altogether, with the giver. Whiles, it may be
bestowed unworthily, but I'm thinking it's no often. The bond that will
drag Carroll back to the North again, to his death if it is needful, has
no been spun from nothing."
Evelyn had no doubt that Mrs. Nairn was right. Loyalty, most often,
demanded a worthy object to tender service to; it sprang from implicit
confidence, mutual respect, and strong appreciation. It was not without
a reason Vane had inspired it in his comrade's breast; and this was the
man she had condemned. The latter fact, however, was by comparison a
very minor trouble. Vane was lying, helpless and alone, in the snowy
wilderness, in peril of his life, and she knew that she loved him. She
realised now, when it might be too late, that had he in reality been
stained with dishonour, she could have forgiven him. Indeed, it had only
been by a painful effort she had maintained some show of composure since
Carroll had brought the disastrous news and she felt she could not keep
it up much longer.
What she said to Mrs. Nairn she could not remember, but escaping from
her, she retired to her own room, to lie still and grapple with an agony
of fear and contrition.
It was two hours later when she went down and found Carroll, who still
looked drowsy, about to go out. His hostess had left him for a moment in
the hall, and meeting the girl's eyes, he smiled at her reassuringly.
"Don't be anxious; I'll bring him back," he said.
Then Mrs. Nairn appeared, and in a few moments Carroll went out without
another word to Evelyn. She did not ask herself why he had taken it for
granted that she would be anxious; she was beyond any petty regard for
appearances. It was consoling to remember that he was Vane's tried
comrade; one of the men who kept their word.