CHAPTER VII
DISMAYING NEWS
"Thank fortune we got away from the yacht just in time!" exclaimedTom, as he shook the water from his clothes.
"I'm sorry to see the Old Glory go," said Captain Jerry sadly. "Ithought a heap o' that craft, I did. It will be sorry news to takeback to Master Bob."
"Never mind, we'll help pay for the loss," put in Dick.
"Where are you folks from?" questioned the captain of the steamer,as he came up to, the crowd.
"We came from Santa Barbara. The storm took our mast, and blew usout to sea," answered Dick. "We owe you something for, picking us up."
"You're welcome for what I've done," answered Captain, Fairleigh."Come with me, and I'll try to get you some dry clothing. I can trickout the men folks, and the young ladies will have to see my wife,who happens to be with me on this trip."
"What steamer is this?" asked Tom.
"The Tacoma, lad."
"Are you bound for San Francisco?" questioned Sam.
"No, we are bound for Honolulu, on the Hawaiian Islands."
"Honolulu!" burst out the others.
"Do you mean to say that the first port you will make will be Honolulu?"demanded Dick.
"That's my orders, lad. I must get there just as quick as I can, too,for a cargo of sugar."
"But we don't want to go to the Hawaiian Islands!" put in Dora."Mercy! It's two thousand miles away!"
At this Captain Fairleigh shrugged his broad shoulders.
"I am sorry for you, but I can't put back, miss. Perhaps we'll meetsome vessel bound for some port in the United States. If so, I canask the captain to take you back."
"And if you don't meet any vessel?" came from Grace.
"Oh, I think we'll pass some vessel," returned the captain.
He took the girls and introduced them to, his wife, and then turnedthe boys and old Jerry over to the first mate, who obtained for themsome dry clothing. After this all were provided with a hot supper,which did much toward making them comfortable, at least physicallyspeaking.
But not one of them was comfortable mentally. To be carried to theHawaiian Islands, two thousand miles away, was no pleasant thought.Besides, what would their folks think of their prolonged absence?
"Mother will think that we have all been drowned," said Dora.
"And that is what our folks will think, too," said Nellie. "Oh, itis terrible, simply terrible!" And she wrung her little hands.
By making inquiries Dick learned that the steamer was expected toreach Honolulu inside of two weeks, if the weather was not too, bad.From Honolulu they could get passage to San Francisco on the mailsteamer, the trip lasting exactly seven days.
"We'll have to get some money first," said Tom. "And we can't cablefor it, either," he went on, for the cable to the Hawaiian Islandsfrom the United States had not yet been laid.
"Let us hope that we will see some ship that will take us back," saidSam.
Day after day they watched eagerly for a passing sail. But thoughthey sighted four vessels and hailed them, not one was bound for theUnited States, outside of a whaler, and that craft intended to stayout at least three months longer before making for port.
"We are booked for this trip, and no mistake," sighed Tom. "Well,since that is so, let us make the best of it."
The Tacoma was heavily laden, and though the storm cleared away andthe Pacific Ocean became moderately calm, she made but slow progress.
"Our boilers are not in the best of condition," said Captain Fairleigh.
"I trust there is no danger of their blowing up," returned Dick.
"Not if we don't force them too much."
It had been arranged that the boys and girls should pay a fair pricefor the trip to Honolulu, the money to, be sent to the captain ofthe Tacoma later on. As for old Jerry, he signed articles to workhis passage to the Hawaiian Islands and back again. As CaptainFairleigh was rather short of hands he was glad to have the old sailorjoin his crew.
The days slipped by, and, having recovered from the effects of thestorm, the Rover boys became as light hearted as ever. Tom wasparticularly full of pranks.
"No use of crying over spilt milk," he declared. "Let us be thankfulthe pitcher wasn't broken, or, in other words, that we are not atthis moment at the bottom of the Pacific."
"Right you are," replied Sam.
There was an old piano on board, and the boys and girls often amusedthemselves at this, singing and playing. As there were no otherpassengers, they had the freedom of the ship.
"This would be real jolly," said Tom, "if it wasn't that the folksat home must be worried," and then he began to sing, for he reallycould not be sad:
"A life on the ocean wave, A home on the rolling deep,A house in a watery cave-- Where I might rest in sleep!"
"Did you ever hear such a song?" cried Nellie, and Tom went on:
"The boy stood on the burning deck, Munching apples by the peck;The captain yelled, he stood stock-still, For of those apples he wanted his fill!"
"Tom Rover!" burst out Dora. "I believe you would sing at your ownfuneral!" And Tom continued gayly:
"Sailing, sailing, over the bounding main, For many a stormy wind shall blow,Ere the Rovers get home again!"
"Tom lives on songs," said Sam slyly. "He'd rather sing than eat a pie."
"Pie!" thundered Tom tragically. "Who said pie? I haven't seen ahome-made pie since--since--"
"The time you went down in the pantry at midnight and ate two,"finished Dick, and then there was a burst of laughter.
"Never mind, Tom, I'll make you half a dozen pies--when we get home,"came from Nellie.
"Will you really?" said Tom, and then he began once more, as gaylyas ever:
"You can give me puddingAnd give me cake,And anything elseYou care to bake;But if you wishTo charm my eye,Just hand me overSome home-made pie!"
"That's all right," said Dick. "But in place of eye you should havesaid stomach."
"Stomach doesn't rhyme with pie," snorted 'Tom. "I'm a true poet andI know what I am doing."
"Talking about pie makes me think of pie-plates," said Sam. "Let usplay spinning the plate on deck. It will be lots of fun trying tocatch the plate while it is spinning and the steamer is rolling."
"Good!" cried Grace, and ran to get a plate from the cook's galley.Soon they were playing merrily, and the game served to make an hourpass pleasantly. When the forfeits had to be redeemed, the girls madethe boys do several ridiculous things. Tom had to hop from one endof the deck to the other on one foot, Sam had to stand on his head,and recite "Mary had a Little Lamb," and Dick had to go to three ofthe sailors and ask each if they would tie the ship to a post duringthe night.
"I'll wager you are a merry crowd on land," .said Captain Fairleigh,as he paused to watch the fun. "Takes me back to the time when I wasa boy," and he laughed heartily. Even the captain's wife was amused.She was particularly fond of music, and loved to listen to the playingand singing.
The days slipped by one after the other, until Captain Fairleighannounced that forty-eight hours more ought to bring them in sightof Diamond Head, a high hill at the entrance to Honolulu harbor.
But another storm was at hand, and that night the wind blew morefiercely than ever. The Tacoma tossed and pitched to such a degreethat standing on the deck was next to impossible, and all of the boysand the girls gathered in the cabin and held fast to the posts andthe stationary seats.
"It feels as if the steamer would roll clear over," said Sam. "Herewe go again!"
There was thunder and lightning, and soon a deluge of rain, fully asheavy as that experienced while on board of the ill-fated Old Glory.This continued all of the night, and in the morning the storm seemedto grow worse instead of better.
"We are in a run of bad luck," said Dick. "I really believe we willhave all sorts of trouble before we get back to the United States."
Toward noon a mist came up, and it grew dark. Lanterns were lit, andthe Tacoma felt her way along carefully, for Captain F
airleigh knewthat they were now in the track of considerable shipping.
By nightfall the steamer lay almost at a stand-still, for the mistwas thicker than ever. For safety the whistle was sounded at shortintervals.
The girls were the first to retire, and the boys followed half anhour later. The staterooms of all were close together.
Dick Rover was the last to go to sleep. How long he slept he did notknow.
He awoke with a start. A shock had thrown him to the floor of thestateroom, and down came Sam on top of him. There were hoarse criesfrom the deck, a shrill steam whistle, and the sound of a fog horn,and then a grinding thud and a bump that told the Tacoma had eitherrun into some other ship or into the rocks.