The bravest and most cheerful person will come after a time to a point
where he or she can bear no more with high courage. Nerves and will had
both given way in Ruth Fielding's case. For an hour or more she was
merely a very ill, very much frightened young woman.
The injury she had suffered when the Clair hospital was bombed--that
injury which still troubled her physically--had naturally helped
undermine her wonderful courage and self-possession. The news from
Charlie Bragg of Tom Cameron's possible disaster had likewise shaken
her. What had happened aboard this steamship during the past twenty-four
hours had completed her undoing.
Ruth Fielding had an unwavering trust in a Higher Power that guides and
guards; but she was no supine believer in what one preacher of a robust
doctrine has termed "leaving and loafing." She considered it eminently
fit, while leaving results with the Almighty, to do all that she could
to bring things out right herself.
Therefore she did not wholly give way to either aches or pains or to the
feeling of helplessness that had come over her. Not for long did she
lose courage.
She got off her bed, closed the window, and proceeded to make a fresh
toilet. Meanwhile she considered how she might barricade her door if
Boldig removed the nails and attempted to enter the stateroom against
her will. Of course, the lock could easily be smashed.
She finally saw how she might move the bed between the door and the
washstand, so that the latter would brace the bed in such a way that the
door could not be forced inward. She could sleep in the bed in that
position, and she decided to take this precaution.
That was in case Boldig removed the spikes holding fast her door. Now
that she had considered the matter from every side, she was not sure but
she desired to have the German officer release her--no matter what his
reason might be for so doing.
She must, however, gain something else first. Her wit must win what her
physical force might not. She bided her time till evening.
Again the man came to her window with food. It proved to be another
platter of ham and eggs, flanked this time with a pot of wretched tea.
"Goodness!" exclaimed Ruth, "is ham and eggs all you know how to cook? I
shall be squealing, or clucking pretty soon. Is there nothing else to
eat aboard?"
"Ain't no cook, Miss," the man said. "We're all so busy, anyway, that we
just have to get what we can quickly. I'm sorry," for she had dropped
another half-dollar into his palm.
"Is there nobody to cook for you hard-working men?" repeated Ruth
briskly. "How many of you are there?"
"Eleven, Miss, counting Mr. Boldig."
"Why, that's not so many. And you feed Mr. Dowd and Mr. Rollife, of
course?"
"They haven't had as much as you, Miss. Mr. Boldig said they could stand
a little fasting, anyway. We haven't had any decent grub ourselves."
"I could cook for you!" Ruth cried eagerly. "I'll do it, too, if you men
want me to. I'd rather do that than be shut up here all the time.
And--then--I'd like a change from ham and eggs," and she laughed.
"Yes, ma'am. I s'pected you would. But I don't see----"
"You tell the other men what I say--that I would cook for you all if I
were let out of here. But I must be guaranteed that you will not harm me
if I do this."
"Who'd want to harm you, Miss?" returned the man, with some sharpness.
"I don't know that anybody would. I am sure if I worked for you, and
cooked for you, you would not see any of your mates hurt me?"
"No, indeed, Miss," said the fellow warmly. "Nor anybody else. I'll tell
the other boys. And I'll speak to Mr. Boldig----"
"Send him here," interrupted Ruth quickly. "Tell him I want to speak to
him. But you speak to your mates and tell them what I am willing to do.
If I cook for you I want 'safe conduct.'"
"Of course, ma'am. Nobody shall hurt you. And I'll tell Mr. Boldig to
come."
Within half an hour she heard Boldig's quick step upon the deck. He
barked in at the open window:
"What's this you are up to, Miss Fielding? You'll set my men all by the
ears. You are a dangerous character, I believe. What do you mean by
telling them you will cook for them if I let you out of your room?"
Ruth thought he was not so angry as he made out to be. She said boldly:
"I am willing to earn the good will of the men in that way, Mr. Boldig.
You know why I do it. I shall appeal to them if you undertake to treat
me in any way unbecoming your position as a gentleman and an officer."
"You have a small opinion of me, Miss Fielding!" he exclaimed.
"That is your fault, not mine," she told him coolly. "And I hope you
will show me that I am wrong."
He went away without further word, and in a little while she heard
somebody drawing the nails from the doorframe.
"Who is that?" she asked before she unlocked the door.
"It's me, ma'am," said the rather drawling voice of the man Boldig
called "Fritz."
He did not seem to be a typical German at least. When Ruth opened her
door she found the man to be rather a simple-looking fellow. He grinned
and touched his forelock.
"I'm to show you where they cook, Miss, and how to find the mess tins
and all. There's a good fire in one of the galley ranges. The boys is
all your friends, Miss. You needn't be afraid of us."
"I am not at all afraid of you, Fritz," she said, smiling at him. "I
count you as my friend aboard here, if nobody else is."
"Sure you can count on me, Miss. You know," he added confidentially, "I
ain't a reg'lar German. Not like Mr. Boldig and these other fellers. I
was born in Boston, and I'd rather be right there now than over on this
side of the pond. But you needn't tell anybody I said so."
"I won't say anything about it," she told him, following him through the
passages toward the steward's and cook's quarters. "But why, then, if
your heart is not in this business, why did you join in the expedition
to take charge of the _Admiral Pekhard?_"
"Their money, Miss," Fritz told her. "There's a heap of money in it.
When I finish the voyage, though, I'm going to get back to the States.
I'm through with all this then. I'll have money enough to open a shop of
my own."
"And do you suppose you will be welcome at home, when people know of
your treachery?" asked Ruth indignantly.
"No, Miss. I won't be welcome if they know it. But they won't. I ain't
fool enough to tell 'em."
In ten minutes Ruth had learned all that was necessary for her to know
about the cooking quarters and the tools she had to work with. There was
a good fire, as Fritz had said, and she at once went to work on baking
powder biscuit--and she made a heap of them. She knew that thirteen men
(counting the two prisoners aft) could eat a lot of bread. In the cold
storage room was fresh meat and plenty of bacon and ham. She had to work
alone, for the Germans had all they could do to steer the ship, keep
lookout, stoke the fires and run the engines properly. She wondered that
they got any sleep at all, and Fritz admitted to her that they were only
allowed two hours' relief at a time.
Boldig was a driver; but he was just the sort of man to head such a
piratical expedition as this. He worked hard himself, and knew how to
get every ounce of work possible out of those under him.
He looked in at Ruth working in the kitchen, and spoke quite nicely to
her. Perhaps the great plate of biscuits, pork chops, and French fried
potatoes she gave him to take up to the wheelhouse, caused him to
consider her wishes to a degree.
Later she insisted that Mr. Dowd and Rollife, the radio man, should have
their share. She made one of the men go to Boldig for the keys to their
rooms, and she piled a tray high with good things for the prisoners to
eat. Boldig would not let her go herself to the men in durance. He would
not trust her to talk with them.
She washed her dishes, banked her fire, and laid out what she purposed
to cook for breakfast. Then, very tired indeed and with the lame
shoulder fairly "jumping," she retired to her stateroom. It was then ten
o'clock, and having had no sleep at all the night before Ruth was
desperately tired.
She entered her room, locked the door, and pushed the bed as she had
planned between the door and the stationary washstand. Then she went to
bed, feeling that she would be safe.
But nobody had to wake her in the morning. The sea had become rough over
night, and at the slow pace she was traveling the _Admiral Pekhard_
rolled a good deal in the roughening waves.
Ruth awoke with a bright idea in her head, and she proceeded to put it
into execution as soon as she got the men's breakfast out of the way.
For Boldig and the chief officer and radio man, as well as herself, she
had some of Aunt Alvirah's griddle cakes with eggs and bacon. Between
two of the cakes she put on one of the plates for the imprisoned men,
she slipped a paper on which she had written before leaving her
stateroom:
"I am free while I do the cooking. I can get to your rooms if I only
had keys to free you. Tell me what to do. R. F."
She had given her word to Boldig to do no harm; but she did not think
this was breaking her word. It might be possible for Mr. Dowd, Rollife
and herself to get free--even free of the ship. The motor boat was still
trailing the steamship, although if the sea became much rougher she
presumed the mutineers would have to find some means of getting the
launch inboard.
Half an hour later Boldig came into the galley, his face aflame. He
slapped down the piece of paper she had written her note on before Ruth,
and glared at her.
"It is impossible to trust a woman!" he growled. "Did you suppose I
would let you send food to those fellows without examining it myself? I
am not so foolish. Now, my lady, you shall keep on cooking; but your
friends aft there can go without anything fancy. I'll take them what I
please hereafter."
He turned on his heel and whipped out of the place. Ruth was almost in
tears. And they were not inspired by terror, although she had been
startled by the man's words and look. It seemed that she was not to be
able to aid her friends--or herself--to escape.
Yet, even in her grief and in the midst of her worry, a gleam of
amusement came to her at Boldig's, "It is impossible to trust a woman."
This from a traitor--a person impossible to trust!
But even Fritz had not much to say to her when he came to help peel
vegetables for the men's dinner. He admitted to her that thus far
Krueger had not been able to pick up any word from the submersible that
had been engaged to meet the pirates if they accomplished their part of
the plot--which they had. The radio was crackling most of the day,
showing that the leaders of the mutineers were getting anxious.
After she had cleared up the dinner dishes (and that was no easy work,
because of her lame shoulder) Ruth went and lay down. She took the
trouble to brace the bedstead against the washstand as before. Some time
after she had fallen asleep she was awakened by a noise at the door. She
awoke with her gaze fastened on the knob, and was sure it was being
turned. But the door was locked as well as barricaded.
Before she could be positive that anybody was there who meant her harm,
there was a sudden hail from the open deck. She heard several men
running. Then a shout in German:
"Mr. Boldig! It is a man afloat! Man overboard!"
Ruth thought she heard somebody run from her door.
She arose and tremblingly put on her dress. Then she hastened to pull
aside the bed and open her door. She felt that she was safer out upon
deck. Besides, she was curious to know what the cry had meant.