CHAPTER VIII

FIRE ON BOARD

OCTOBER 15 to October 18.--The wind is still in the northeast. There is

no change in the Chancellor's course, and to an unprejudiced eye all

would appear to be going on as usual. But I have an uneasy

consciousness that something is not quite right. Why should the

hatchways be so hermetically closed as though a mutinous crew was

imprisoned between decks? I can not help thinking too that there is

something in the sailors so constantly standing in groups and breaking

off their talk so suddenly whenever we approach; and several times I

have caught the word "hatches" which arrested M. Letourneur's attention

on the night of the disturbance.

On the 15th, while I was walking on the forecastle, I overheard one of

the sailors, a man named Owen, say to his mates:

"Now I just give you all warning that I am not going to wait until the

last minute. Everyone for himself, say I."

"Why, what do you mean to do?" asked Jynxstrop, the cook.

"Pshaw!" said Owen, "do you suppose that longboats were only made for

porpoises?"

Something at that moment occurred to interrupt the conversation, and I

heard no more. It occurred to me whether there was not some conspiracy

among the crew, of which probably Curtis had already detected the

symptoms. I am quite aware that some sailors are most rebelliously

disposed, and required to be ruled with a rod of iron.

Yesterday and to-day I have observed Curtis remonstrating somewhat

vehemently with Captain Huntly, but there is no obvious result arising

from their interviews; the captain apparently being bent upon some

purpose, of which it is only too manifest that the mate decidedly

disapproves.

Captain Huntly is undoubtedly laboring under strong nervous excitement;

and M. Letourneur has more than once remarked how silent he has become

at meal-times; for although Curtis continually endeavors to start some

subject of general interest, yet neither Mr. Falsten, Mr. Kear, nor Mr.

Ruby are the men to take it up, and consequently the conversation flags

hopelessly, and soon drops. The passengers too are now, with good

cause, beginning to murmur at the length of the voyage, and Mr. Kear,

who considers that the very elements ought to yield to his convenience,

lets the captain know by his consequential and haughty manner that he

holds him responsible for the delay.

During the course of yesterday the mate gave repeated orders for the

deck to be watered again and again, and although as a general rule this

is a business which is done, once for all, in the early morning, the

crew did not utter a word of complaint at the additional work thus

imposed upon them. The tarpaulins on the hatches have thus been kept

continually wet, so that their close and heavy texture is rendered

quite impervious to the air. The Chancellor's pumps afford a copious

supply of water, so that I should not suppose that even the daintiest

and most luxurious craft belonging to an aristocratic yacht club was

ever subject to a more thorough scouring. I tried to reconcile myself

to the belief that it was the high temperature of the tropical regions

upon which we are entering, that rendered such extra sousings a

necessity, and recalled to my recollection how, during the night of the

13th, I had found the atmosphere below deck so stifling, that in spite

of the heavy swell I was obliged to open the porthole of my cabin, on

the starboard side, to get a breath of air.

This morning at daybreak I went on deck. The sun had scarcely risen,

and the air was fresh and cool, in strange contrast to the heat which

below the poop had been quite oppressive. The sailors as usual were

washing the deck. A great sheet of water, supplied continuously by the

pumps, was rolling in tiny wavelets, and escaping now to starboard, now

to larboard through the scupper-holes. After watching the men for a

while as they ran about bare-footed, I could not resist the desire to

join them, so taking off my shoes and stockings, I proceeded to dabble

in the flowing water.

Great was my amazement to find the deck perfectly hot to my feet!

Curtis heard my exclamation of surprise, and before I could put my

thoughts into words, said:

"Yes! there is fire on board!"

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