ON SHORE.
When the first rays of the sun appeared above the horizon the sailors
searched with their eyes in every direction; but neither land nor a
craft could be seen.
"I knew we were bound to run away from the rest of the party," Jake
said, keeping his face turned toward the bow, for the slightest
carelessness might be fatal to all. "If this wind dies out we can lay
still till they come up, as they're sure to do before long."
"But suppose the other boats have been swamped?" Neal suggested, with a
choking sob as he realized that he might never see his father again.
"We won't suppose anything of the kind," Jake replied sharply. "There
are plenty in the crowd who can handle the boats better than this one
was handled, and if we rode out the night in safety why shouldn't they
have done the same?"
"The only chance of our not seein' 'em," one of the sailors said
thoughtfully, "is, that sailin' slower, they may now be near land that
we passed in the night without knowin' it. There should 'a been a lot of
keys within fifty miles of where we abandoned the Sea Dream."
"That's very true, matey," and now Jake spoke in his customary cheerful
tone, "an' we'll soon be makin' some place where there'll be a chance of
stretchin' our legs. Overhaul the grub, one of you, an' let's have a
bite; I feel like a man what's been on a thirty hour watch."
"So you have, for that matter. Even if you ain't a sailor man I'd like
to see him as could handle a little craft any better. With me at the
helm she'd have gone to the bottom before midnight."
"I won't kick 'cause you praise me," Jake replied with a laugh; "but
don't lay it on too thick for fear I might get proud."
"I was only tellin' the truth, an' jest what all of us think. When the
breeze freshened I made up my mind that the voyage was about ended; but
here we are yet, an' here we're likely to be a spell longer unless we
strike another norther."
While the man was speaking he had passed aft two cans of preserved meat,
some hard bread, and a small jar of pickles, after opening the tins with
his sheath knife, and every one on board made a hearty meal, the boys
in particular feeling decidedly cheerful when the repast had been eaten.
"The wind is fallin' off a bit, an' I reckon it'll come dead calm by
noon," Jake said, after refusing to allow one of the seamen to relieve
him. "We'll all soon have a chance to bottle up sleep."
"How long do you think it ought to be before we sight the land?" Neal
asked.
"That's jest what I can't say, lad; but 'cordin' to my way of thinkin'
we was a good bit below the coast of Cuba when the little yacht went
down. That norther blew us a good way off our course, an' it's possible
Mr. Walters might have made a mistake in determinin' the position,
although it ain't exactly the proper thing for an engineer to set up
agin a first-class sailin' master."
"It won't take long to find out if this breeze holds, an' that's some
comfort," one of the sailors replied, and then the three men drew lots
to see which two should take a watch "below."
During the forenoon there was but little change in the condition of
affairs. The wind decreased until it was nothing more than a good
sailing breeze; but the expected calm did not come.
The boat reeled off the knots in fine style, despite the poor apology
for a sail, and the boys were allowed to change their position, which
they did by sitting on the after thwart.
About twelve o'clock Jake stretched himself out on the bottom for a nap,
awakening one of the sleepers that the man at the helm might have
assistance in case he should require it, and the boys alternately dozed
or searched the horizon in vain for some signs of the other boats.
Those who were hungry ate whenever it pleased them to do so, and there
was no lack of either food or water. Teddy would have talked with his
friend regarding the prospects of reaching home within a reasonable
length of time; but Neal was so anxious about his father that he could
speak of nothing else.
Toward the close of the day the wind freshened again, and, in obedience
to his previous orders, Jake was awakened, the man at the helm saying in
an apologetic tone:
"I can hold on here a good bit longer; but you wanted to know if there
was any change, an' there is. It looks to me as if we should have more
of a breeze than we had last night."
"No signs of land yet?"
"No sir; but the Cuban coast, if that's what we're headin' for, is so
low that we wouldn't be likely to raise it till we got close on."
Jake ate supper before taking his seat at the helm, and then the boys
were advised to lie down as on the preceding night.
"You'll be comfortable there, and won't stand so much of a chance of
gettin' wet."
It was evident that Jake wanted to have them out of the way, and both
obeyed at once, Teddy saying as he stretched himself out on the hard
boards:
"It seems as if my bones were coming through the skin, and I'm sore all
over."
"Things are not nearly as bad as they might be, so we musn't complain,"
Neal replied philosophically; but at the same time it seemed as if he
could not remain in that position another night.
Even in face of the danger to which they would be exposed, the occupants
of the boat welcomed the increase in the weight of the wind since it was
reasonable to suppose that each mile traversed carried them just so much
nearer the land, and, with the exception of Neal and Teddy, all were in
good spirits when the darkness of night covered the ocean.
Owing to the absence of exercise the boys did not sleep well, and when
the unconsciousness of slumber did come upon them for a few moments at a
time, it brought in its train dreams so distressing that wakefulness
with the full knowledge of the dangers which encompassed them, was
preferable.
It seemed as if twenty hours instead of ten had passed when one of the
men in the bow cried joyfully:
"If I don't see the loom of land now it's because I never saw such a
sight before."
"Where away?" Jake asked, straining his eyes in the vain effort to
discern anything amid the gloom.
"Dead ahead as we are running. It must be somethin' more'n a cay, or it
wouldn't show up so big."
The gray light of approaching dawn was lifting the mantle of night when
the man spoke, and, ten minutes later, all saw with reasonable
distinctness the dark cloud which could be nothing less than land.
Now the roar of surf was heard, and Jake said in a troubled tone:
"I don't see how we are to make it after all, unless we plump her
straight on, an' that's likely to be a dangerous experiment."
"Why not take in the sail, and work the oars; then you can pick a
landing place?"
"All right, let go the halyards; but instead of furling the canvas you
can stow it under one of the thwarts."
This order was given and obeyed cheerily, for all were in the best of
spirits now that the end of the wearisome journey seemed to be so near
at hand and in a very short time the boat was moving slowly toward the
shore, rising and falling gently on the heavy swell.
Each moment it was possible to see more distinctly the coast, and when
they were thirty yards from a shore strewn with jagged blocks of coral,
Jake shouted:
"Hold on, boys, it would be worse than folly to attempt to run in there
while the sea is so high."
"Can't you find a better place?" one of the men asked.
"It appears to be the same all along for a mile or so in either
direction."
"There's more danger of bein' swamped while runnin' up or down the
coast, than in makin' a try for it here. Let her go in on the swell, an'
when the water shoals we can jump over to lighten her so she'll strike
well up on the shore where there'll be no trouble in savin' everything."
"I don't like the idea," Jake replied. "We can't tell what a fellow
might meet with, an' to be swung agin one of them rocks would be hard
lines."
The sailors were determined to make the attempt regardless of his
warnings, and after a few moments he refused to argue longer.
"You ought to know better than I," he said, "an' its no more'n right you
should have your own way without any fuss; but the boys an' I will stay
here till she strikes. That is a better plan than goin' over the side
when you know nothing about the shore, and besides, I can't see the
advantage of lightenin' her."
"So she'll strike higher up on the beach, of course, otherwise she'd be
stove before you could say Jack Robinson."
"Do as you please, an' so will I. Shall I steer her in now?"
The sailors kicked off their boots, and began pulling vigorously at the
oars while Jake said in a low tone to the boys:
"Be ready to jump the minute she strikes; but not before. Look out for
the rocks, and take care the swell don't drag you back."
The heavy waves were rolling up on the shore with a roar that rendered
conversation difficult, and as he glanced ahead at the foaming waters in
which it did not seem possible the little craft could live for a single
moment, Teddy pressed Neal's hand as if to say good-by.
Neal gave him one quick, hopeful glance; pointed shoreward to intimate
that they must watch every motion of the boat in order to be prepared
when the most favorable time arrived, and, following Jake's example
both arose from the thwart, standing in a stooping posture in order to
steady themselves by the rail.
Carried on the crest of an enormous wave the tiny craft hangs as if
poised in mid-air for an instant, and as the vast body of water is
dashed forward the three sailors leap into the boiling, swirling foam.
Teddy fancied he heard a muffled cry of agony; but just at that moment
he could think only of saving his own life, and there was no time to so
much as glance around.
The boat was shot suddenly forward with the water dashing above the
stern and sides, and Jake shouted:
"Over with you now!"
At the same instant that the boat struck the boys leaped, and during
several fearful seconds it was doubtful whether they could hold their
own against the treacherous under-tow.
By clinging to the sides of the craft, and straining every muscle, the
attempt was successful, and as the wave receded the little tender lay
across a sharp piece of coral, almost a total wreck.
"Take hold and shove her further up!" Jake shouted. "Work now as you
never did before, or we shall lose all our stores!"
During the next half minute the three struggled to the utmost of their
power, and then the fragments of the boat and the goods which had been
brought from the Sea Dream were high upon the beach beyond reach of the
next wave, which swept in with a yet louder roar as if enraged at having
been deprived of its prey.
Not until this had been done was it possible to look around for the
sailors, and Teddy cried as he gazed seaward without seeing any living
creature:
"Where are they?"
Jake watched the boiling waters several seconds before he replied
mournfully:
"It was as I feared. They either struck some of these jagged rocks as
they leaped from the boat or the under-tow was so strong that it dragged
them down."
"Do you mean that all three have been drowned?" Neal cried.
"If they were alive we should see them by this time," and Jake ran along
the shore hoping they might have succeeded in scrambling out at some
other point.
Teddy and Neal followed him, and when five minutes passed there could be
no further doubt.
"If they had waited until the boat struck, as we did, there would have
been little trouble to get ashore; but now we shall never see them
again."
The boys could hardly realize that three strong men had been taken from
this world so quickly, and when finally the fact stood out boldly
without the slightest possibility of mistake, a feeling of deepest
depression took possession of all.
Teddy threw himself face downward on the sand and gave way to grief,
while Neal and Jake stood by his side in silence, for this dreadful
catastrophe seemed to be a warning of their own fate.