Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1899-10-12
CHAPTER XXI.
DE PROFUNDIS.
Copyright. 1897, by D. Appleton Co. All
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but family through the hole in the boats
bottom. As time advanced and there be-
came great danger that the wind might rise,
thereby rendering my attempt abortive, l
sank myself into the water and came to. the
surface clear of my late shelter. The tide
or some unknown force had drawn the
wreck from the schooner's side, and found
I had been slowly drifting south, being now
some ten or dozen rods off the vessels
starboard bow. BY the most intense lis
tening I could hear a subdued sound of
voices, but from what part of the deck it
proceeded l was too far away to determine.
All around me was black water, with moth
ing in sight saving the shadowy hull of the
Phantom and guiding light, evidently
swinging over the stern of the Sprite, though
that craft was swallowed by the distance
and general gloom. Not star was in sight,
not breath broke the glassiness of the ST.
lent swell as it rolled northward. The ocean
never seemed so vast nor its depths so re-
pulsive as now, when in the darkness it
chung to me with its chilly fingers The
fathoms below gaped like an open pit, and
it was with convulsive horror that let go
my hold on the dingy and struck out for
the schooner, resolute, come what might,
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which all at once was magnifed before me.
good or evil there would be a sharp turn
of affairs, but if evil, would die by shot or
sword; not to the black element about me
would give myself.
Like frightened child fleeing from the
dark, ! at first swan boldly, but, as my
vigor sent before me a small surf that roared
through the silence, l abated my speed,
and with slow and noiseess stroke headed
myself toward the schooner's bow, that
might approach her as did when drifting
through the fog. The gold in my pockets
dragged on me, but not once did | think
Of Kidding myself of the burden, for the
swim was short, and l had won the money
hardly. However, it seemed an age ere l
saw the Phantom's bowsprit outlined against
the sky over my head, and by the time l
felt the frmness of her bobstay in my hand
something like confidence came back to
me- and my momentary horror of the deep
was past. The touch of the rigging put
strength in me, and l slowly drew myself
out of the water, that the torrent from my
clothing might not attract attention from
the deck. I could now hear the sound of
voices plainly, and knew it came from for
ward, but it was too mufiled for me to make
head or tail of the conversation. 1t would
guide my actions in a measure, for, so long
as it continued, my presence would be I'M
suspected.
Carefully l dragged myself up until came
within reaching distance of the bowsprit,
and then l brought my head to the level of
the deck. The jib and staysail hung mo-
tionless from their riggings, but from be-
meath the latter I marked the figure of a
man leaning against the larboard fore
shrouds and smoking pipe as he looked
over the water. He was partly turned to-
ward me, and as long as he held this po-
sition l could not advance. AS far aft as l
could see the deck was otherwise deserted,
though light, hitherto concealed by the
rail, cleaned from the cabin window. A
slight yellow haze spread from the open
hatch of the forecastle, and from there came
the voices heard.
Putting myself astride the bowsprit, sat
concealed from the larboard side by the
schooner's head cloths, though by bending
my body l could peer beneath the sails and
see the figure that blocked my further prog
ress. The talking from the open hatch
drowned the drip of the small streams still
flowing from my clothing, though it seemed
to accentuate the mournful creak that
from the top hamper occasionally answered
the heavier rolls of the sea. was now mo.
mentarily at my wits end, for neither for
ward nor backward could I go. Had 1
wished to return to the wreck, | could have
found that speck in the darkness, and my
the vessel, and this had been accomplished.
t<.J
astride the bowsprit many minutes before a
scheme opened before me. 1t was born of ne
cessity, and unless he should soon move, de-
manded the life of the fellow standing by the
shrouds. had barely come to this conclu-
sion when, as though he read my thoughts
and felt the sinister threat they contained, he
knocked the ashes from his pipe and turned
himself toward his companions below.
As he came into the radius of light that
shot from the hatch, I saw he was an ordi-
nHry seaman-a regulation manof-war's-
man-from his light pumps to his oiled and
eelskin- cased pigtail curling clear of the
collar of his shirt With Light remark to
his fellows, he seated himself on the top
step CT the ladder leading down, and, rest
ing bis elbows on his knees and his chin
on his clinched hands, started to palaver
with those below, probably enjoying to the
fullest extent the contrast in the discipline
o. the two vessels.
His action was glaring piece Of marine
carelessness, but it both saved his life and
opened to me way to act. Now, with the
dazzle of light full in his face, he might lift
his head yet fail to see me, and, as the
time was ripe, felt for the foot ropes and
silently slid to the heel of the bowsprit
Once there, l crept to the cathead, aud from
there with spring reached the fore
castle opening behind the unsuspecting
sailor. With sudden push I sent him
headlong on to his fellows, and then quick.
ly closed the doors, slid the hatch cover, fas
tened it, and for the third time l had made
the Phantom's forward quarters prison.
There was now little time to spare, for
knew the rumpus that would come would
attract the cabin, and it behooved me to get
command of that ere Lounsbury could act
on the offensive. Snatching Delaying pin
from its ring on the mast, / ran to the galley,
but found it dark and deserted. From there
l hsrried aft, and, without the precaution
of peeping through window, presented my
self at the open door of the companion way.
l knew not what would find, but was far
FROM expecting the sight that met my eyes.
The lantern swinging from its beam had
been trimmed and washed, and cast strong
light over the interior. Though no one was
at the table, it showed that a makeshift
meal had been sent from the Sprite, for on
the Phantom there were now no means of
cooking, as pots, kettles and table gear had
gone the way of my instruments. In
bunk, the curtains of which were flung wide.
and at the side of which stood a bucket Of
water, lay Ames, his face like chalk and his
eyes closed, but whether in death CT sleep