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"We won't get up the foresail at present," the captain said. "I have reefed it right down, sir, but I won't hoist it until we have got the first blow over."
"You had better see that everything is well secured on deck, and if I were you I would put the jib in stops. We can break it out when we like; but from all accounts the first burst of these tornadoes is terrible. I should leave the mizzen on her; that will bring her head up to it, whichever way it comes, and she will lie to under that and the jib."
"Yes, sir; but it is likely enough that we shall have to sail. I have been reading about the tornadoes. I picked up a book at Cowes the day we sailed, when I saw that you were ordering the charts of these seas, and have learnt what is the proper thing to do. The wind is from the southeast at present, which means that the centre of the hurricane lies to the southwest.
"If the wind comes more from the east, as long as we can sail we are to head northwest or else lie to on the port tack. If it s.h.i.+fts more to the south, we are to lie to on the starboard tack."
"That sounds all right, Hawkins. It is very easy to describe what ought to be done, but it is not so easy to do it, when you are in a gale that is almost strong enough to take her mast out of her. I will tell you what I would do. I would break up a couple of those casks, and nail the staves over the skylights, and then nail tarpaulins over them. I have no fear whatever about her weathering the gale, but I expect that for a bit we shall be more under water than above it.
"I see Perry is getting the two anchors below; that will help to ease her. At any rate she will be in good fighting trim. I think we began none too soon. There is a thick mist over the sky, and it looks as dark as pitch ahead."
"There is only one thing more, sir," and the captain shouted:
"All hands get the boats on deck, and see that they are lashed firmly.
"Will you see to getting in the davits out of the sockets, Purvis, and getting them below?
"I ought to have done that before," he went on, apologetically, "but I did not think of it. However, with such a strong crew it won't take five minutes, and we have got that and something to spare, I think."
"You have got the bowsprit reefed, Hawkins?"
"Yes, sir; full reefed."
"There is only one thing more that I can suggest. I fancy that these tornadoes begin with heavy lightning. Get those wire topmast stays, and twist them tightly round the shrouds and lash them there, leaving the ends to drop a fathom or two in the water. In that way I don't think that we need be afraid of the lightning. If it strikes us it will run down the wire shrouds, and then straight into the water."
In five minutes all was in readiness; the boats securely lashed on deck, the davits down below, and the lightning protectors tied tightly to the wire shrouds.
"Now, captain, I think we have done all that we can do. What are you doing now?"
"I am running a life line right round her, sir. It may save more than one life if the seas make a sweep of her."
"You are right, captain. These eighteen-inch bulwarks are no great protection."
Four sailors speedily lashed a three-inch rope four feet above the deck, from the forestay round the shrouds and aft to the mizzen, hove as tight as they could get it and then fastened. While this was being done one of the mates cut up a piece of two-inch rope into several foot lengths, and gave one to each of the men and officers, including Frank and George Lechmere.
"If you tie the middle of that round your chest under the arms, you will have the two ends ready to lash yourself to windward when it gets bad. A couple of twists round anything will keep you safe, however much water may come over her."
"Do you mean to stay on deck, sir?" the skipper asked. "You won't be able to do any good, and the fewer hands there are on deck the less there will be to be anxious about. I shall only keep four hands forward after the first burst is over, and they will be lashed to the shrouds. Purvis will be there with them. Perry and Andrews will take the helm, and I shall stay with them.
"We have battened the fore hatch down. One of the men will be in the after cabin, and if I want to hoist the trysail or make any change I shall give three knocks, and that will be a signal for them to send half a dozen hands up. They will come through the saloon and up the companion. We shan't be able to open the fore hatch."
"Very well, skipper. I will go down when the hands do. We are going to have it soon."
It was now indeed so dark that he could scarcely see the face of the man he was speaking to.
"I really think, captain, that I should send some of them down below at once. If a flash of lightning were to strike the mast, it would probably go down the shrouds harmlessly, but might do frightful damage among the men, crowded as they are up here; or it might blind some of them. Besides, the weight forward is no trifle."
"I think that you are right, sir," and, raising his voice, the captain shouted:
"All hands below except the four men told off. Go down by the companion."
"Would you mind their stopping in the saloon, sir? It would make her more lively than if they all went down into the fo'castle."
"Certainly not, captain;" and accordingly the men were ordered to remain in the saloon.
"You can light your pipes there, my lads," Frank said, as they went down, "and make yourselves as comfortable as you can."
The last man had scarcely disappeared when the captain said:
"Look there, Major Mallett," and looking up Frank saw a ball of phosph.o.r.escent light, some eighteen inches in diameter, upon the masthead.
"Plenty of electricity about," he said, cheerfully. "If they are all as harmless as that it won't hurt us."
But as he ceased speaking there was a crash of thunder overhead that made the whole vessel quiver, and at the same instant a flash of lightning, so vivid, that for a minute or two Frank felt absolutely blinded. Without a moment's intermission, flash followed flash, while the crashes of thunder were incessant.
"I think that plan of yours has saved the s.h.i.+p, sir," the captain said, when, after five minutes, the lightning ceased as suddenly as it had begun. "I am sure that a score of those flashes struck the mast, and yet no damage has been done to it, so far as I could see by the last flash. Are you all right there, Purvis?"
"All right," the mate replied. "Scared a bit, I fancy. I know I am myself, but none the worse for it."
"It is coming now, sir," the captain said. "Listen."
Frank could hear a low moaning noise, rapidly growing louder, and then he saw a white line on the water coming along with extraordinary velocity.
"Hard down with the helm, Perry," the captain said.
"Hard down it is, sir."
"Hold on all!" the captain shouted.
A few seconds later the gale struck them. The yacht shook as if in a collision, and heeled over till the water was half up her deck.
Then the weight of her lead ballast told, and as the pressure on the mizzen did its work, she gradually came up to the wind, getting on to an almost even keel as she did so.
"Break out the jib and haul in the weather sheet," the captain shouted.
Purvis was expecting this, and although he did not hear the words above the howl of the storm, at once obeyed the order.
"There she is, sir, lying-to like a duck," the skipper shouted in Frank's ear; "and none the worse for it. An ordinary craft would have turned turtle, but I have seen her as far over when she has been racing."
"Well, I will go below now, Hawkins," Frank shouted back. "It is enough to blow the hair off one's head.
"Come down, George, with me. You can be of no use here."
Chapter 14.
For eight hours the Osprey struggled with the storm. The sea swept over her decks, and the dinghy was smashed into fragments, but the yacht rode with far greater ease than an ordinary vessel would have done, as, save for her bare mast, the wind had no hold upon her.
There were no spars with weight of furled sails to catch the wind and hold her down; she was in perfect trim, and her sharp bows met the waves like a wedge, and suffered them to glide past her with scarce a shock, while the added buoyancy gained by reefing the bowsprit and getting the anchors below lifted her over seas that, as they approached, seemed as if they would make a clean sweep over her.