Steve Young Part 38

"Can you get up to the crow's-nest, and make a few observations?"

The man looked up at the ice-hardened rigging, and his eyebrows contracted a little.

"Yes," he said. "Shall I take a gla.s.s?"

"There!" cried Steve quickly.

"You shall go," said the captain. "I will send him instead, Johannes."

The man's quiet, stolid manner pa.s.sed away in an instant.

"It is dangerous for the boy, sir," he said. "The rigging is all ice."

"Yes, but I'm going to be very careful, Johannes," cried Steve. "Let me see; can't I sling the gla.s.s somehow?"

"Don't take that," said the captain. "Go to the cabin and fetch my large binocular in its case. You can sling that over your shoulder."

Steve made a dart for the cabin, but stopped short, turned, gave the doctor a quick look, and then walked slowly to the cabin door, disappeared, and came back quite deliberately, adjusting the strap of the gla.s.s over his arm.

"Yes, that will be powerful enough for the purpose," said the captain quietly. "Now listen: what I want to know is in what directions the lanes of open water lead. You will have an excellent view from up there. Try and make out whether there is open water right up to the land."

"Yes, I see," said Steve quietly; and he was about to take off his gloves.

"Stop! What are you going to do?" cried the captain.

"Take off my gloves. I can hold on so much better."

"And perhaps leave the skin of your hands on the ropes. You do not feel the cold much now because the air is perfectly still and the sun s.h.i.+ning brightly; but the mercury is very low, and it is growing colder. Keep your gloves on, and be slow and careful. Now go."

Steve started once more, reached the main shrouds, swung himself up on to the bulwark, and instantly had his first lesson in the peril of his task, for all at once a foot glided along the top of the bulwark, and then went off and downward. But he had taken a good grip of the shrouds and saved himself, otherwise he must have gone overboard, and a curious sensation of heat came over him, as he at once began to climb with the ratlines feeling hard and thick like the staves of a ladder, while his hold upon he icy ropes was awkward and strange. And now he began to awaken to the fact that the job was a much harder one than he had imagined it would be, and felt more and more the necessity for the greatest of caution. Glancing down as he heard talking in a low, earnest voice below, he saw that Johannes was speaking to the captain; but it did not occur to him that it was about him till he had reached the main-top, where he paused for a few moments, holding on by the ropes.

"Hadn't I better kick some of these icicles and this snow down, sir?" he cried.

"Yes; all you can, my lad," replied the captain.

"Stand from below!" Steve shouted. And then there was the rattle and crackling of the pieces of ice he broke away, till he had made some clearance; and he was then about to start upward, when he became aware of the fact that Johannes was three parts of the way up to the top where he stood.

"Hullo!" he cried, "what do you want?" and as he spoke he saw that the man had a little coil of line over one arm.

"Only coming to keep you company, Mr Steve," he said, drawing himself up the last few feet and reaching the boy's side.

"Oh, but it's too bad!" cried Steve hotly. "It's treating me as if I were a child. You've brought this line up to tie me on."

"I've brought the line up because it may be useful, sir," said Johannes gravely; "and I've come up because the captain thought the way aloft was very dangerous."

"And so did you, and asked him to let you come?"

Johannes was silent.

"I knew it!" cried Steve. "I do wish you people wouldn't treat me as if I were a baby."

"Yes, I did ask him to let me come, sir," said the Norseman; "for it's more dangerous than even he thinks. I saw you make that slip when you started, though he did not; and I felt that if you made a slip higher up I might be handy to help you."

"Yes, but--" began Steve.

"And he gave me leave to come up."

"Then you'd better go and make the observations, and I'll go down," said Steve sulkily.

Johannes looked pained.

"You shall not do that," he said gravely.

"Why not?"

"Because it would not be like what I, a Norseman, would expect to see in an English gentleman's son."

"Oh, I say," cried Steve, "that's. .h.i.tting foul. But it's too bad, Johannes, and I hate it. I might just as well be pulled up by the halyards."

"When you have been as long at sea as I have," said Johannes, with a calm, grave smile lighting up his fine, manly face, "you will not think it a hards.h.i.+p in a dangerous task to have a man at your side whom you can trust, and whom you can feel is ready to help you as long as he has a bit of strength."

"Come along," said Steve quickly; "the captain will be wondering why I don't go up, and thinking I am afraid."

"Oh no," said the Norseman, smiling, "he will not think that of you, sir. There, I'm glad to be with you, Mr Steve; for it is bad climbing, and a slip up here would be very, very risky."

"Yes, it is bad climbing," said Steve, as he slowly mounted higher and higher, warning his companion, who kept close below him, when he was going to kick down some of the ice which encrusted the ropes.

And so the top-mast was pa.s.sed, and with the main topgallant mast they came to the ice-covered cross-spells, which had been lashed on, and directly after Steve was beneath the cask raising his hand to push open the hinged bottom; but, to his surprise, it did not yield.

"It's frozen!" he cried; and he made effort after effort to move the trap, but in vain.

"You'll have to let me come, sir," said Johannes quietly. "I'm thinking that the nest is full of snow."

Steve moved off the spell on which he stood, and held on to the shrouds upon the other side, leaving room for the Norseman to take his place.

"Well?" said Steve, as the man exerted his huge strength without effect.

"More than I can do, sir," said Johannes quietly. "Let's try it a little at a time." And, taking tightly hold, he began to thrust with one shoulder up and up, until the trap began to crack and give way little by little.

Then a little powdery snow began to crumble out, and the Norseman paused to rest.

"You see I am useful," he said, smiling. "I don't think you could have moved that."

"Aloft there! Can't you get in?" came from below.

"Crow's-nest full of ice and snow!" cried Steve.

"Knock up the bottom, and let it fall through."