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Air, and light, and G.o.d's sky was above. And we prayed to the CAPTAIN aloft.
The sea was so calm that danger, after having weathered that fearful gale, seemed almost impossible to us. The blue water reflected the blue heaven above; and when the setting sun cast a rosy light over the sky, the sea caught the reflection as well.
It was beautiful.
"It doesn't seem so dangerous now, Sylvia," I whispered, "as it felt during the gale."
"No," came through her colourless lips.
"There's not a ripple on the sea," I said; "and if they keep on pumping the water out, we'll--we'll get to land in time."
"Yes," she said, and held my hand a little tighter. After a while, "I wonder if we're very far from land."
"Nine hundred miles, I think I heard Mr. Wheeler say." She shuddered.
Mr. Wheeler was the first mate.
I looked across the wild waste of water, and shuddered too. So calm--so endless!
The men were working like galley-slaves down below, pumping turn and turn about, watch and watch. We saw the relieved gang come up bathed in perspiration. They were labouring for their lives, we knew.
Now and again some sailor, pa.s.sing by, would say:
"Keep a good heart, little leddies," and look over his shoulder with a cheerful smile.
It made us cheer up too.
We heard one say they were pumping one hundred tons of water every hour out of the s.h.i.+p. It sounded appalling.
In a little while a light breeze began to blow. "From the south-west,"
somebody said it was.
And then we heard the captain give an order about "making all sail" in the s.h.i.+p.
Every man that could be spared from the pumps set about it directly; and soon great sails flew up flapping in the breeze, and the _May Queen_ went flying before the wind.
By-and-by Dr. Atherton came, and ordered us down to the saloon, and made us each drink a gla.s.s of wine. And then Mr. Wheeler joined us; and we sat down to supper just as we had done many a happy evening before--only that the captain didn't come to the table as usual, but had his supper carried away to him.
We learned that the captain had altered the s.h.i.+p's course, and "put the _May Queen_ right before the wind," and that he was "steering for the nearest land."
It comforted us.
"We have gained a little on the leak," the first mate said. "Three inches!"
"Only three inches!" we cried.
"Three inches is a great victory," Mr. Wheeler replied. "I think it's the turn of the tide."
"Thank G.o.d!" muttered Dr. Atherton.
We lay down in our narrow berths still comforted, and slept like tops all night. I'm not sure that the doctor hadn't given us something to make us sleep when he gave us a drink, as he innocently said, "to settle and soothe our nerves."
"Thud! thud! thud!" The ominous sound was in my ears the moment I opened my eyes, and all the terror of the preceding day came crowding into my mind.
"Sara, are you awake?"
"Yes, Sylvia."
"Did you sleep?"
"Like a top."
"So did I."
Yes, we had slept, and while we slept the sailors had worked all night.
And all night long, like some poor haunted thing, the _May Queen_ had glided on.
"Mr. Wheeler, has the water lessened in the well?"
"Good-morning, Miss Redding," was his reply.
His face was pale. Great beads of perspiration were rolling down his cheeks. He began to mop them with a damp handkerchief.
At that moment Dr. Atherton came on the scene. "Good-morning, young ladies," he said.
Such a slovenly-looking doctor! And we used to think him such a sprucely-got-up man. There was no collar round his neck, and his hair hung in damp strings on his forehead. And he had no coat on, not a waistcoat either, nor did he look a bit abashed.
"Sleep well?" he said.
Mr. Wheeler seized the opportunity to slink away.
"_You_ haven't slept!" we cried.
He didn't reply. His haggard face, the red rims round his tired eyes were answer enough.
"You've been up all night?" said Sylvia calmly.
I burst into a whimpering wail.
"No, don't, Miss Sara," urged the doctor soothingly.
Sylvia said, "Has more water come into the s.h.i.+p?"
"The water has gained on us a trifle," he said reluctantly.
"But Mr. Wheeler said we'd gained three inches yesterday."
"Go back into your cabin," he said. "Some breakfast will be sent to you there directly. We--we are not fit to breakfast with ladies this morning," he added.