A NOVEMBER GALE.
"Will you not come down into the cabin?" said Mrs. Wilders, civilly;
"the lunch is still on the table, and I daresay you will be glad of
something to eat."
"I have not touched food all day, Mrs. Wilders."
"You must have been very busy, then?"
"Surely you have heard what has happened this morning?"
Mrs. Wilders looked at him amazed.
"A desperate battle has been fought."
"Another!" She thought of what Mr. Hobson had told her. "How has it
ended? In whose favour? Are we safe here?"
"There is no cause for alarm. The Russians have been handsomely beaten
again; but we have suffered considerable loss," he said, hesitating a
little, fearing to be too brusque with his bad news.
"Is that why the general could not come?"
"Exactly. He has had a great deal to do."
"Nothing should have prevented him from coming here."
It never seemed to have occurred to her that he had been in any
danger; nor, as McKay noticed, had she asked whether he was safe and
well.
"It was quite impossible for him to come. He--he--"
"Pray go on! You are very tantalising."
"The general has been badly wounded," McKay now blurted out abruptly.
"Dear! dear!" she said, rather coolly. "I am very sorry to hear it.
When and how did it occur?"
McKay explained.
"Poor dear!" This was the first word of sympathy she had spoken, and
even now she made no offer to go to him.
"The doctors think there is no great danger if--"
"Danger!" This seemed to rouse her. "I trust not."
"No danger," went on McKay, "if only he can be properly nursed. They
were glad to hear of the arrival of the yacht, and think he ought to
be moved on board."
"Oh, of course this will be the best place for him. When can he be
brought? I suppose I ought to go to him. Will it be possible to get a
conveyance to the front?"
"Nothing but an ambulance, I fear. And you know there is no road."
"Upon my word I hardly know what to say."
"We could manage a saddle-horse for you, I daresay."
"I'm a very poor horsewoman: you see I'm half a foreigner. No; the
best plan will be to stay on board and get everything ready for the
poor dear man. When may we expect him?"
"The doctors seem to wish the removal might not be delayed. You may
see us in the morning."
"So, then, I am to have the pleasure of meeting you again, Mr. McKay?"
"I should be sorry to leave the general while I can be of any use. He
has been a kind friend to me."
"And you are a relation. Of course it is very natural you should wish
to be at his side. I am sure I shall be delighted to have your
assistance in nursing him," said Mrs. Wilders, very graciously; and
soon afterwards McKay took his leave.
"So that is the last stumbling-block in my son's way: a sturdy,
self-reliant sort of gentleman, likely to be able to take care of
himself. I should like to get him into my power: but how, I wonder,
how?"
Next day they moved the wounded general to Balaclava, and got him
safely on board the _Arcadia_. He was accompanied by a doctor and
McKay.
Mrs. Wilders received her husband with the tenderest solicitude.
"How truly fortunate I came here!" she said, with the tears in her
eyes.
"Lydstone made no objection, then? Has he remained at Constantinople?"
the general asked, feebly.
"Lydstone? Don't you know? He--" But why should she tell him? It
would only distress him greatly, and, in his present precarious
condition, he should be spared all kind of emotion. With this idea she
had begged Captain Trejago to say nothing as yet of the sad end of his
noble owner.
"Will it not be best to get the general down to Scutari?" she asked
the doctor.
"In a day or two, yes. When he has recovered the shaking of the move
on board."
"The captain wanted to know. He has no wish to go inside the harbour,
as it is so crowded; but he would not like to remain long off this
coast. It might be dangerous, he says."
"A lee-shore, you know," added Captain Trejago, for himself. "Look at
those straight cliffs; fancy our grinding on to them, with a
southerly, or rather a south-westerly, gale!"
"Is there any immediate prospect of bad weather?" asked McKay. He and
the sailing-master were by this time pretty good friends.
"I don't much like the look of the glass. It's rather jumpy; if
anything, inclined to go back."
"What should you do if it came on dirty?" the skipper was asked.
"Up stick, and run out to get an offing. It would be our only chance,
with this coast to leeward."
Three or four days later the skipper came with a long face to the
doctor.
"I like the look of it less and less. The glass has dropped suddenly:
such a drop as I've never seen out of the tropics. Is there anything
against our putting to sea this afternoon?"
It so happened that General Wilders was not quite so well.
"I'd rather you waited a day or two," replied the surgeon. "It might
make all the difference to the patient."
"Well, if it must be," replied the captain, very discontentedly.
"It's his life that's in question."
"Against all of ours. But let it be so. We'll try and weather the
storm."
Next morning, about dawn, it burst upon them--the memorable hurricane
of the 14th November, which did such appalling damage on shore and at
sea. Not a tent remained standing on the plateau. The tornado swept
the whole surface clean.
At sea the sight as daylight grew stronger was enough to make the
stoutest heart, ignorant landsman's or practised seaman's, quail. A
whole fleet--great line-of-battle ships, a crowd of transports under
sail and steam--lay at the mercy of the gale, which increased every
moment in force and fury. The waves rose with the wind, and the white
foam of "stupendous" breakers angrily lashed the rock-bound shore.
"Will you ride it out?" asked McKay of the captain, as the two stood
with the doctor crouched under the gunwale of the yacht and holding on
to the shrouds.
"Why shouldn't we?" replied Trejago, shortly, as though the question
was an insult to himself and his ship.
"That's more than some can say!" cried the doctor, pointing to one
great ship, the ill-fated _Prince_, which had evidently dragged her
anchors and was drifting perilously towards the cliffs.
"Our tackle is sound and the holding is good," said Trejago,
hopefully. "But we ought not to speak so loud. It may alarm Mrs.
Wilders."
"Does she not know our danger? Some one ought to tell her. You had
better go, McKay."
The aide-de-camp made rather a wry face. He was not fond of Mrs.
Wilders, whose manner, sometimes oily, sometimes supercilious, was too
changeable to please him, and he felt that the woman was not true.
However, he went down to the cabin, where he found Mrs. Wilders, with
a white, scared face, cowering in a corner as she listened to the
howling of the storm.
"Is there anything the matter?" she cried, springing up as he
appeared. "Is there any danger?"
"I trust not; still, it is well to be prepared."
"For what? Do you mean that we may be lost, drowned--here, in sight of
port--all of us--my dear general and myself? It is too dreadful! Why
does not the captain run inside the harbour and put us on dry ground?"
"I fear it would be too great a risk to try and make the mouth of the
harbour in this gale."
"Then why don't you seek help from some of the other ships--the
men-of-war? There are plenty of them all around."
"Every ship outside Balaclava is in the same stress as ourselves. They
could spare us no help, even if we asked for it."
"What, then, are we to do?--in Heaven's name!"
"Trust in Providence and hope for the best! But I think--if I might
suggest--it would be as well to keep the general in ignorance of our
condition, which is not so very desperate after all."
"How do you mean?"
"'Our cables are stout,' Captain Trejago says, and we ought to be able
to ride out the storm."
And the _Arcadia_ did so gallantly all that day, in the teeth of the
hurricane, which blew with unabated fury for many more hours, and in
spite of the tempest-torn sea, which now ran mountains high.
All through that anxious day Trejago kept the deck, watching the sky
and the storm. It was late in the afternoon when he said, with a sigh
of relief--
"The wind is hauling round to the westward; I expect the gale will
abate before long."
He was right, although to eyes less keen there was small comfort yet
in the signs of the weather.
It was an awful scene--ships everywhere in distress: some on the point
of foundering, others being dashed to pieces on the rocks. The great
waves, as they raged past in fearful haste, bore upon their foaming
crests great masses of wreck, the dread vestiges of terrible
disasters. Amongst the floating timbers and spars, encumbered with
tangles of cordage, floated great bundles of hay, the lost cargo of
heavily-laden transports that had gone down.
Still, as Trejago said, there was hope at last. The gale had spent its
chief force and was no longer directly on shore. The more pressing and
immediate danger was over.
"It won't do to stop here, though," he went on, "not one second longer
than we can help. Now that there is a slant in the wind we can run
south under a close-reefed trysail and storm-jib. What say you,
doctor?"
"I'll step down and see the general."
"Don't lose any time. I should like to slip my cable this next
half-hour. I shan't be happy till we've got sea-room."
McKay went below with the doctor, and, while the latter sat with his
patient, the aide-de-camp had a short talk with Mrs. Wilders.
"The captain wants to put to sea."
"Never! not in this storm!"
"It is abating fast. Besides, he says it will be far safer to be
running snug under storm-canvas than remaining here on this wild
coast."
"I hope he will do no such thing. It will be madness. I must speak to
him at once."
She seized a shawl, and, throwing it over her head, ran up on deck.
McKay followed her and was by her side before she had left the
companion-ladder.
"Take care, pray. There is a heavy sea on still and the deck is very
slippery. I will call Captain Trejago if you will wait here."
"One moment; do not leave me, Mr. McKay. What an exciting,
extraordinary scene! But how terrible!"
The yacht rode the waves gallantly: now on their crest, now in the
trough between two giant rollers, and always wet with spray. Fragments
of wreck still came racing by, borne swiftly by the waters and adding
greatly to the horrors of the dread story they told.
"There must have been immense loss among the shipping," said McKay.
"It is a mercy and a marvel how we escaped."
"The poor things! To be lost--cast away on this cruel, inhospitable
land. How very, very sad!"
"It is safer, you see, to leave this dangerous anchorage. Do you still
want the captain? He is busy there forward."
For the moment everyone was forward: they were all intent on the
straining cables and the muddle of gear that would have to be cleared
or cut away when they got up sail.
So Mrs. Wilders and McKay stood at the cabin companion
alone--absolutely alone--with the raging elements, the whistling wind
still three parts of a gale, and the cruel, driving sea.
"Shall I fetch the captain?" McKay repeated.
"No, no! Don't disturb him; no doubt he is right. I will go below
again. This is no place for me." She took one long, last survey of the
really terrifying scene, but then, quite suddenly, there burst from
her an exclamation of horror.
"There! there! Mr. McKay, look: on that piece of timber--a figure,
surely--some poor shipwrecked soul! Don't you see?"
McKay, shading his eyes, gazed intently.
"No. I can make nothing out," he said at length, shaking his head.
"How strange! I can distinguish the figure quite plainly. But never
mind, Mr. McKay; only do something. Give him some help. Try to save
him. Throw him a rope."
McKay obediently seized a coil of rope, and, approaching the gunwale,
said, quickly--
"Only you must show me where to throw."
"There, towards that mast; it's coming close alongside."
In her eagerness she had followed him, and was close behind as he
gathered up the rope in a coil to cast it.
Once, twice, thrice, he whirled it round his head, then threw it with
so vigorous an action that his body bent over and his balance was
lost.
He might have regained it, but at this supreme moment a distinct and
unmistakeable push in the back from his companion completed his
discomfiture.
He clutched wildly at the shrouds with one hand--the other still held
the rope; but fruitlessly, and in an instant he fell down--far down
into the vortex of the seething, swirling sea.
"Ah, traitress!" he cried, as he sank, fully conscious, as it seemed,
of the foul part she had played.
Had she really wished to drown him? Her conduct after he had
disappeared bore out this conclusion.
One hasty glance around satisfied her that McKay's fall had been
unobserved. If she gave the alarm at once he might still be saved.
"Not yet!" she hissed between her teeth. "In five minutes it will be
too late to help him. The waters have closed over him--let him go
down, to the very bottom of the sea."
But she was wise in her fiendish wickedness, and knew that as they had
been seen last together she must account for McKay's disappearance. At
the end of an interval long enough to make rescue impossible she
startled the whole yacht with her screams.
"Help! Help! Mr. McKay! He has fallen overboard!"
They came rushing aft to where she stood once more holding on to the
top of the companion, and plied her with questions.
"There! there! make haste!" she cried--"for Heaven's sake make haste!"
"A boat could hardly live in this sea," said Captain Trejago, gravely.
"Still, we must make the attempt. Who will go with me?" he asked, and
volunteers soon sprang to his side.
It was a service of immense danger, but the boat was lowered, and for
more than half-an-hour made such diligent search as was possible in
the weather and in the sea.
After that time the boat was brought back to the yacht by its brave
but disappointed crew.
"No chance for the poor chap," said Captain Trejago, shaking his head
despondingly in reply to Mrs. Wilders's mute but eager appeal.
Soon afterwards they got up the anchor, and the yacht sped southward
under a few rags of sail.