CHAPTER XIII
PRISONERS ON THE "POCASTRA"
Captain Ponsberry had feared the result ever since the unexpectedappearance of Ostag Semmel, so he was not very much surprised when theRussian naval officer stated that he should consider the _Columbia_ as awar prize and place those on board under arrest as prisoners of war.
"This is a high-handed proceeding," said he, as calmly as possible,although his mind was in a whirl.
"I do not think so," answered the Russian officer. "Do you submit ornot?"
"Since it would be useless to fight, we shall have to submit," answeredthe master of the schooner. "But, remember, I shall hold you and theRussian Government responsible for all you do."
"As you have said that before, there is no use of repeating it, CaptainPonsberry. We will take command of the vessel at once."
"What are we going to do?" whispered Larry to Tom Grandon.
"I don't know--follow the old man, I reckon," answered the first mate.
"We shall place a prize crew on this ship," went on the Russian officer."These men"--pointing to Semmel, Peterson, and Shamhaven--"can remain onboard. The remainder of the crew and the officers, will be transferredto the _Pocastra_. I will give you a quarter of an hour in which toattend to your luggage. Please take no more along than is necessary."
"This is certainly high-handed!" cried Larry.
"So we've got to go over to that old coal box, eh?" grumbled Luke, whenhe heard the news. "It's hard luck, Larry."
"You're right, Luke, but it can't be helped."
"What will they do with us?"
"I haven't the least idea."
"Will they take us to Russia?"
"I suppose so--or stow us away in one of those cold and dirty Siberianprisons until we can get Uncle Sam to make them release us."
When it came time to depart from the _Columbia_ Larry was allowed totake only a bundle of clothing along, and Grandon and the common sailorswere treated no better. The captain was allowed a trunk and a suit case.In the meantime Semmel was questioned once more, and what he had to tellmade the Russians look darkly at our friends.
"He is pumping all sorts of falsehoods into them, I suppose," said Larryto Luke, and he was right. Semmel made it appear that Captain Ponsberrywas really an agent of the Japanese Government and that he (Semmel) haddone his best to gain possession of the ship wholly for the benefit ofhis own country.
"If you really did this, it is very worthy of you," said one of theofficers. "But we shall have to investigate before we accept your storyin full." This was not so encouraging, but with it Ostag Semmel had tobe content.
Fearing that a Japanese warship might put in an appearance at anymoment, the Russians lost no time in transferring the officers and menof the _Columbia_ to the _Pocastra_ and at the same time a prize crew oftwo officers and ten men were taken from the warship to the schooner.Then the sails of the _Columbia_ were hoisted and off she set to theeastward, and the warship moved in the same direction.
When placed aboard the _Pocastra_ Captain Ponsberry was treated politelyand given a small room of his own. But the mates and the ordinary seamenwere not so fortunate. Grandon, Larry, and Luke Striker were hustled offto a prison pen on one deck of the auxiliary cruiser, and the others toanother pen below, which was even worse.
"This is certainly hard luck," said Larry, as he threw his bundle into acorner and sat down on an iron bench, while Grandon and Luke did thesame. "And after we had almost reached Nagasaki, too!"
"Well, there ain't no use to cry over spilt milk," came from Luke."We're prisoners o' war, an' I reckon as how we have got to make thebest o' it. Ain't the first time we've been in sech a fix."
"That is true, Luke, but it doesn't help the matter any. I guess we haveseen the last of the old _Columbia_."
"I was afraid of this sort of thing happening ever since we leftManila," came from Grandon. "I told the old man to be careful, that----"
"Hush!" whispered Larry. "They may be listening--to make sure that theyhave caught the right parties."
"True for you, Larry; I won't say another word about that. But it looksdismal, no two ways on't," and the first mate drew a mountainous sigh.
The prison pen into which they had been placed was an iron structure,reaching from floor to ceiling, and was not over ten feet square. It hada solid back and the remaining three sides were built up of stout ironbars, only a couple of inches apart. There was a door which was doublylocked, the key being held by a petty officer who could speak brokenEnglish and who rejoiced in the simple name of Rosenvischpoff. For shortLuke nicknamed him Rosey and this name stuck to him.
"Doesn't look as if a fellow could break out of here very easily," saidLarry, after an inspection of their prison. "This is a regular bankvault."
"Wouldn't do you any good to break out," returned Grandon. "As we are onthe ocean, where would you go to?"
"We might hide until the vessel made a landing."
"Humph, and that would be in some Russian port, so you'd be just as badoff."
"Well, I'm not trying to escape just now. I want to get the lay of theland first, and try to find out what they are going to do with us."
From Rosenvischpoff they learned that the _Pocastra_ was one of a largenumber of steamers of various Russian lines which had been latelypressed into the service of the national navy. She had been rushedthrough at one of the Russian navy yards and provided with a battery offour small and four large guns, none, however, over eight inches. Shecarried a crew of one hundred and eighty men, drafted principally fromother warships. She had an advertised speed of twenty knots an hour butrarely made over seventeen or eighteen. She was old and her engines wereconstantly in need of repair, much to the disgust of Captain Titorsky,her commander.
"Well, Rosey, how goes this war?" asked Luke, pleasantly, as the pettyofficer came around to give them something to eat.
"Big fight all der dime," answered Rosenvischpoff. "Russians kill allder Japs--sink all der Jap ships, yes!"
"You're winning right along, eh?"
"Yes, Russians win--Japs no do noddings, no!" And the petty officer leftthe food on the bench and hurried away again.
"Do you believe that?" asked Larry.
"No, I don't," came from Grandon. "He told us that simply to scare us,or else he doesn't know the real truth."
"Exactly what I think."
"These Russians are a lot of blowers," growled Luke. "Just look atSemmel. He was forever tooting his horn, and yet he couldn't do much ofanything."
"He got us into trouble," said Larry, quickly.
"That's true, but he had to have this warship with all on board to helphim."
The food which had been brought to them consisted of a big bowl of stew,with three spoons, and three chunks of black bread.
"They are going to treat us to the best," said Grandon, sarcastically.He lifted one of the spoons and tasted the stew. "Phew, it's hot enough!Pepper, garlic, and hot water!"
"Does beat all how these fureigners do love their garlic," grumbledLuke. "'Twas the same way with them Spaniards in the Philippines."
"Garlic and grease," added Larry. "And this bread is hard enough tobuild a wall with," he continued. "However, we have got to eat or gohungry." And he partook of just enough to stay his stomach. Luke andGrandon were not so particular and despite their grumbling managed tomake away with all that remained.
They saw nothing of the captain, or of the sailors who had been takenbelow, and the time hung heavily on their hands. At night they weregiven three hammocks and these they slung from one side of the prison tothe other and rested as well as could be expected. The Russian sailorsoften came to the pen to gaze at them, but they had been warned not toattempt to converse with the prisoners, so nothing was said.
On the afternoon of the third day aboard of the _Pocastra_, those in thepen heard a loud shouting on deck, followed by a rush of feet. Larry,who was resting in the corner for the want of something better to do,leaped up.
"Something is d
oing!" he cried to his companions.
"Here comes Captain Ponsberry," ejaculated Tom Grandon.
He was right, the captain was coming up in company with Rosenvischpoffand two sailors. The Russian petty officer opened the door of the penand Captain Ponsberry was thrust inside. Then the door was locked asbefore.
"How are you, boys?" cried the captain, cordially. "All well, I hope."
"We are," answered Grandon. "And you?"
"I'm well enough, but still angry to think that we lost the _Columbia_."
"So are we angry," said Larry. "But we've got to stand it. What's thatnoise?"
"They have sighted a Chinese junk, and I reckon they are going to treather as they did our vessel," answered the captain.
The noise on deck continued, followed by quarter of an hour of silence.Then came a shot, followed by a second and a third.
"Another order to lay-to," said Larry. "Wonder if the Chinamen will givein as we did?"
"They will if they are wise," said Grandon.
But the Chinamen did not believe in surrendering thus easily. They werecarrying rice for the Japanese army, and thought that this was known tothe enemy. Consequently they did their best to sail away.
Hardly had the craft started on a new course when the _Pocastra_ openeda direct fire upon her. The noise below decks was deafening and fairlyshook the iron pen in which our friends were confined.
"Hullo, that sounds like real war!" cried Larry. "They mean businessnow."
One broadside was followed by another, and the Chinese junk was rakedfrom end to end with such a deadly fire that more than a sixth of thesailors and officers were killed. Then the captain flung a white flag tothe breeze in token of surrender.
"We have won!" cried those on the _Pocastra_, and it was not long beforeour friends understood. Small boats were put out, and presently half adozen Chinese officers from the junk were brought on board as prisoners.A fire that had started on the prize ship was put out after some hardwork; and then a temporary crew was put on board, and the junk followedin the wake of the old _Columbia_, with the warship keeping guard overboth.