CHAPTER XX
CAUGHT IN A STORM
"Who is there?"
"Captain Marshall, can I speak to you a moment?"
"Oh, so it is you, Porter! What do you want?"
"There seems to be a big storm coming up, and I thought I had bettertell you about it."
"Why--er--isn't Mr. Shepley on deck?"
"Yes, sir--but I thought I had better tell you, anyway," went on Dave.
"Mr. Shepley knows what to do," answered the captain, rather shortly. Hedid not fancy having his much-needed nap disturbed.
"I suppose that is true, sir--but some of the sailors are getting veryanxious. I don't care to mention their names, but they think some sailought to be taken in."
The master of the _Stormy Petrel_ arose and stretched himself. Then heput on the shoes he had dropped on lying down, and came out into thecabin. He gave one look at the barometer and his sleepiness vanished.
"I should say there was a storm coming!" he exclaimed, and ran for thecompanionway. He was soon on deck, and cast an anxious eye around.
"Mr. Shepley, why haven't you shortened sail?" he demanded, in a low butsharp voice.
"I didn't think it necessary, just yet," was the cool response.
"I don't agree with you," returned the master of the bark, shortly, andthen, without delay, gave orders to take in fully half the sails, whilethe crew were ordered to remain in readiness to stow away still more ofthe canvas at a moment's notice. The sailors, for the most part, workedwith a will, although there were several laggards, for laziness amongcertain classes of men is not confined to the land alone.
Captain Marshall was angry, and he did not hesitate to let the firstmate know it.
"There is no sense in taking too many risks," he remarked, after hisorders had been obeyed. "That storm is coming, as sure as fate."
"I wanted to make as much headway as possible before it struck us,"grumbled Shepley. "We haven't suffered any."
"No, but we might have lost a topmast or a topsail. After this, you willplease be a little more careful."
There was no time to argue the matter, for a little later the stormbegan in earnest. All of the sails were taken in but the fore sheet, andthis was reefed down, allowing just enough canvas to fly to keep thebark before the wind. The breeze was turning to half a gale, and from adistance came the rumble of thunder. Then the sky grew still blacker anda flash of lightning illuminated the angry waters.
Dave had followed Captain Marshall on deck, but now he went below oncemore, to learn how Phil and Roger were faring. He found them both out inthe cabin, having come from their staterooms in alarm.
"Is it very bad outside?" questioned the senator's son.
"Not yet, but I am afraid it is going to be," was Dave's reply.
"Phew, that certainly means business!" burst out Roger, as another flashof lightning was followed by a heavy peal of thunder. "I hope the shipweathers it all right."
"Captain Marshall is on deck, and he knows what he is doing," answeredDave. "I am glad I called him up," he added.
"Oh, so you called him up, did you?" came in a voice from the cabindoorway, and, turning, Dave beheld Paul Shepley there. The mate had comebelow to get his raincoat.
"Yes, I did," answered the country boy, boldly. Now that the truth wasout, he did not mean to mince matters.
"Thought you knew more about running a ship than I did, eh?"
"I thought it was time to take in sail--and so did the captain."
"Humph! This blow isn't going to kill anybody, and we want to take allthe advantage of the wind that we can. We are expected to make a quicktrip, but we can't do it if we are going to haul down sail all thetime."
"I am sure Captain Marshall will do what is right," said Phil.
"Really?" sneered the mate. "I didn't ask you to put in your oar."
"I know you didn't--but my father owns the vessel, and I shall stand byCaptain Marshall and by my friend, Dave Porter."
"Oh, so it's something of a plot against me, eh?" snorted the mate, moreangry than ever. "Well, don't let it go too far." And he turned into hisown room, banging the door after him. A minute later he came out,wearing his raincoat, and hurried out on deck once more.
"He's a real nice man, I don't think," was Roger's comment. "My, how hewould lord it over us, if he dared!"
"He is certainly sore," said Phil. "I must say, in a way, he and thesupercargo are a team. When I get a chance, I am going to write tofather and let him know exactly the sort of fellows they are."
The boys felt little like discussing the subject further just then, forthe storm had now burst over the vessel in all of its mad fury. The windwas whistling through the rigging, making the masts and yards creak andgroan, and the rain came down in sheets, sweeping the decks by thebucketful. It was with difficulty that the _Stormy Petrel_ could be keptbefore the wind. The waves were running like so many big hills, with thebark first on a crest and then down in a valley between. The sky wasalmost black, lit up occasionally by flashes of lightning that wereblinding.
"We'll go to the bottom, sure!" groaned Roger, for at least the tenthtime. "I'd rather be at Oak Hall any day than in such a storm as this."He was still seasick, but the storm made him forget the ailment for thetime being; and what was true of the senator's son in this regard waslikewise true of Phil.
"I think I'll take another look on deck," said Dave, as the bark gave apitch that sent them all against a partition.
"Take care that you don't fall overboard," returned Phil.
"I'll be on my guard, never fear."
Putting on his raincoat, the country boy made his way cautiously up thecompanionway. The moment he stuck his head into the open he realizedthat it was blowing "great guns," and more. The rain dashed violentlyinto his face, drenching him completely.
"This is no place for you, lad!" bellowed Captain Marshall, trying tomake himself heard above the wind. "Better go below again."
"I'll be careful," pleaded Dave. "I love to watch a storm--I always did,when I was on the farm. I never thought of hiding, no matter how hard itthundered or lightened."
The master of the bark gazed for a second at him in admiration.
"Well, I was the same," he said. "But be careful, and don't go close tothe rail."
Another flash lit up the scene.--_Page 179._]
Dave remained in the vicinity of the cabin. When another flash lit upthe scene, he saw Billy Dill near the bow, stowing away some rope in themost unconcerned fashion possible. The old tar was in his element, andsaid afterward that the storm had done him more good than gallons ofmedicine would have accomplished. "Saterated me with salt brine, an'thet's wot I needed," were his words.
"How do you like it, now?" asked Captain Marshall, coming up a littlelater, while there was something of a lull.
"I don't mind it," answered Dave, smiling. "It's a little excitement,and that is what I like."
"I am thankful that you called me when you did."
"I did what I thought was best, sir. But I reckon it has put me into ahole with your first mate."
"Why, did you tell him anything?"
"No, but he overheard me telling the other boys that I had called you.He didn't say much, but he showed that he was angry."
"Humph! Well, don't you mind, Porter. It was the right thing to do.Shepley is a good sailor, but once in a while he takes risks that Idon't like. If he troubles you about this, let me know, do you hear?"
"Yes, sir; but I am willing to fight my own battles."
"I don't doubt it, for you are gritty, I can see that. Nevertheless, youlet me know."
"How long do you suppose this storm will last?"
"There is no telling, perhaps twenty-four hours and maybe two or threedays. We are paying up for that nice weather we had," concluded thecaptain.
Finding he could do nothing on deck, and that he was getting wetthrough, Dave went below and to his stateroom. He found Roger and Phillying down as before, and as miserable as ever. A little later supperwa
s announced, but Dave had to eat alone, for neither the captain northe mate came to join in the repast. It was a meal under difficulties,and Dave did not remain at the table long. He asked Roger and Phil ifthey wanted anything, but both declined.
"Why, the very idea of anything to eat makes me sicker than ever,"declared the senator's son.
The storm did not abate during the evening, and the three boys spentrather a dismal time of it in the cabin and the staterooms. As nightcame on, none of them felt like going to bed, although advised to do soby Captain Marshall.
"We have seen the worst of the blow," said the master of the _StormyPetrel_, coming down about ten o'clock.
It was not until morning that Dave fell into a troubled doze, from whichhe did not awaken until Roger shook him.
"Hello! I went to sleep, after all!" cried the country boy. "What timeis it?"
"About seven o'clock, Dave. There is something unusual going on ondeck," continued the senator's son.
"What is it?"
"I don't know, but I am going up to see, and so is Phil."
The three were soon ready, and crawled up the companionway and out onthe rain-drenched and slippery deck.
"We must man the pumps," they heard Captain Marshall cry. "And, Scader,report as soon as you can."
"Aye, aye, sir!" came from Scader, who was the ship's carpenter. "But Iam afraid, sir, it's a bad leak to get at," he added.
"Have we sprung a leak?" cried Phil.
"We have," answered the captain. His face wore a serious look, and theboys saw that he was much troubled.
The sailors were at the pumps, and worked away with a will. Roger andPhil still felt too weak to take part, but Dave leaped to Billy Dill'sside and worked as hard as any of the foremast hands. Leaving the shipin charge of the first mate, Captain Marshall went below, to learn whatthe ship's carpenter might have to say about the condition of affairs.
"We are bringing up a good deal of water, are we not?" asked Dave ofBilly Dill.
"You have it right, lad; more water nor I care to see," answered the oldtar.
"That means the leak is a bad one, eh?"
"Yes, some of the ship's seams must be wide open."
"Will it sink us?"
"I can't tell anything more about that than you, Dave. We must hope forthe best," replied Billy Dill.