JACK'S BRAVE LEAP.
What happened after the leap, Jack never knew clearly. He felt a wild,
half-suffocating rush through the air and then a sensation of choking
and strangling as a cold, stifling weight of water pressed in on him.
Down, down, down he plunged. It seemed as if he would never rise. In his
ears was an intolerable drumming. Everything was blood-red before his
eyes.
Then came a sudden blast of blessed air, following a swift upward rush,
and he found himself struggling in the wild sea with Dick Sanders
clinging desperately to him and almost making him go under again.
Luckily Jack, without conscious thought, had chosen the lee side of the
burning ship, where the boats hovered, for his leap for two lives. As
his head appeared above the surface, the bright glare of the flames
showed his form clearly to the anxious watchers who had witnessed his
daring dive.
"There he is! Hurrah!" shouted Bill Raynor, who was the first to see
him. "Hold on, Jack, old boy, we'll be with you in just a second."
"Keep up your heart! We'll get you!" bellowed Mr. Smallwood.
Jack essayed a feeble wave in response, with the result that he was once
more engulfed. But in a few moments he was safe and a dozen pairs of
strong arms had drawn him and Dick Sanders into Mr. Smallwood's boat.
"Heavens, lad, what a dive," cried the third mate admiringly, when Jack
was somewhat recovered and Dick lay covered with seamen's coats on the
floor of the boat.
"Gracious, we thought you were a goner!" exclaimed Raynor, "when the
cattle made the first charge. I guess you didn't hear it, being below.
We all came close to being caught. The man on the forecastle, who was
unconscious by the time we got on board, was reached in time to be
lowered into one of the boats. In the confusion, we thought you were
among us. It was not till we reached the boats again that we found our
mistake."
"In the meantime," said Mr. Smallwood, "those poor devils of steers had
reached the rail and not liking the look of the water any better than
the fire, charged back again. It was just as the second 'wave,' as you
might call it, was coming for you that we saw you weren't with us.
Suddenly we sighted you with that poor kid there," he nodded to the
bottom of the boat, "right in the line of their charge."
"If it hadn't been for your warning shout, I might not have been here
now," said Jack.
"I saw that and so I yelled with all my power," said the third officer,
"but lad," he went on, slapping Jack on the back, "when I saw what you
were going to do, I regretted having warned you."
"It was the only thing to do," said Jack. "We wouldn't have stood a
chance if we had remained where we were," and he explained that it was
impossible to find shelter on the flush deck or to retreat back into the
forecastle.
"Well, all's well that ends well," said Mr. Smallwood, "but it gave me a
turn when I saw you come sky-hottling off that bow. But,--great
Christmas,--look yonder."
He pointed back at the burning ship. By her own light they saw her pitch
heavily forward, hesitate an instant and then, without further warning,
and amidst a piteous bellowing that sounded like a death-wail, shoot
downward to the depths of the ocean. In an instant the light she had
spread across the rough sea had vanished, and by contrast, the night
appeared to have suddenly solidified about them in velvety blackness. A
moment later a blinding white light groped across the waste of tossing
waters and enveloped them in its glow. It was the searchlight of the
_St. Mark_ and it accompanied them with its cheering light till they
reached the ship's side.
They were greeted amid acclamation, and Dick Sanders was at once taken
charge of by the ship's doctor and some lady passengers. The man who had
been rescued had, by this time, however, sufficiently recovered to
accompany Mr. Smallwood, Bill and Jack to Captain Jameson's cabin, where
that officer was eagerly waiting to hear the details of the rescue.
The rescued sailor, whose name was Mark Cherry, soon told them the story
of the disaster to the _Buffalonian_, a British cattle ship which had
left New York for London several days previously. Early that evening the
craft had been overtaken by a German cruiser and ordered to surrender.
Every one on board was made prisoner, and some of the cattle taken, when
the British captain, seized by a sudden fit of anger, struck the German
commander in the face. He was instantly ironed, as were his officers,
Mark Cherry observing all this from under the cover of a boat where he
had been working when the cruiser took the cattle craft, and in which he
had remained hidden.
In revenge, apparently, for the British captain's attack on him, the
German commander had, on his return to his own ship, ordered the
_Buffalonian_ fired upon by the big guns. The hidden sailor crouched in
terror in his place of concealment while the cannon boomed. He thought
his last hour had come. The projectiles shrieked through the sternworks
of the ship and one, he thought, had struck amidships (which accounted
for the vessel's foundering).
At length, appearing to tire of this, the German cruiser put about and
steamed away. Cherry crept from his hiding place where he had remained
paralyzed with fright throughout the bombardment, and making for the
wireless room sent out the only signal he knew, the S. O. S., which he
had learned from a friendly wireless man, in case there ever came a time
when it would be a matter of life and death to him to use it. This
explained why no answer came to Muller's frantic calls after the first
distress signal.
It was only a few moments after this call that flames burst from the
shattered stern, and Cherry knew that unless help came, his hours were
numbered. So confused and terrified was he by his desperate situation,
that it was not till Jack's appearance on the scene, he remembered
little Dick Sanders, the cabin boy, lying sick in his bunk below. (It
may be said here that with care and good treatment the lad quickly
recovered his health, and he and Mark Cherry were put to work with the
crew of the _St. Mark_.) Thus, without further incident, the English
Channel was reached and Jack began busily to try to communicate with the
firm's London agents for instructions as to docking orders.