The Ghost Pirates

  IX

  _The Man Who Cried for Help_

  It was, as I have said, on the following night that something furtherhappened. And it brought home pretty vividly to me, if not to any of theothers, the sense of a personal danger aboard.

  We had gone below for the eight to twelve watch, and my last impressionof the weather at eight o'clock, was that the wind was freshening. Therehad been a great bank of cloud rising astern, which had looked as if itwere going to breeze up still more.

  At a quarter to twelve, when we were called for our twelve to four watchon deck, I could tell at once, by the sound, that there was a freshbreeze blowing; at the same time, I heard the voices of the men on theother watch, singing out as they hauled on the ropes. I caught therattle of canvas in the wind, and guessed that they were taking theroyals off her. I looked at my watch, which I always kept hanging in mybunk. It showed the time to be just after the quarter; so that, withluck, we should escape having to go up to the sails.

  I dressed quickly, and then went to the door to look at the weather. Ifound that the wind had shifted from the starboard quarter, to rightaft; and, by the look of the sky, there seemed to be a promise of more,before long.

  Up aloft, I could make out faintly the fore and mizzen royals flappingin the wind. The main had been left for a while longer. In the foreriggings, Jacobs, the Ordinary Seaman in the Mate's watch, was followinganother of the men aloft to the sail. The Mate's two 'prentices werealready up at the mizzen. Down on deck, the rest of the men were busyclearing up the ropes.

  I went back to my bunk, and looked at my watch--the time was only a fewminutes off eight bells; so I got my oilskins ready, for it looked likerain outside. As I was doing this, Jock went to the door for a look.

  "What's it doin', Jock?" Tom asked, getting out of his bunk, hurriedly.

  "I'm thinkin' maybe it's goin' to blow a wee, and ye'll be needin' yer'oilskins," Jock answered.

  When eight bells went, and we mustered aft for roll-call, there was aconsiderable delay, owing to the Mate refusing to call the roll untilTom (who as usual, had only turned out of his bunk at the last minute)came aft to answer his name. When, at last, he did come, the Second andthe Mate joined in giving him a good dressing down for a lazy sojer; sothat several minutes passed before we were on our way forrard again.This was a small enough matter in itself, and yet really terrible in itsconsequence to one of our number; for, just as we reached the forerigging, there was a shout aloft, loud above the noise of the wind, andthe next moment, something crashed down into our midst, with a great,slogging thud--something bulky and weighty, that struck full upon Jock,so that he went down with a loud, horrible, ringing "ugg," and neversaid a word. From the whole crowd of us there went up a yell of fear,and then, with one accord, there was a run for the lighted fo'cas'le. Iam not ashamed to say that I ran with the rest. A blind, unreasoningfright had seized me, and I did not stop to think.

  Once in the fo'cas'le and the light, there was a reaction. We all stoodand looked blankly at one another for a few moments. Then someone askeda question, and there was a general murmur of denial. We all feltashamed, and someone reached up and unhooked the lantern on the portside. I did the same with the starboard one; and there was a quickmovement towards the doors. As we streamed out on deck, I caught thesound of the Mates' voices. They had evidently come down from off thepoop to find out what had happened; but it was too dark to see theirwhereabouts.

  "Where the hell have you all got to?" I heard the Mate shout.

  The next instant, they must have seen the light from our lanterns; for Iheard their footsteps, coming along the deck at a run. They came thestarboard side, and just abaft the fore rigging, one of them stumbledand fell over something. It was the First Mate who had tripped. I knewthis by the cursing that came directly afterwards. He picked himself up,and, apparently without stopping to see what manner of thing it was thathe had fallen over, made a rush to the pin-rail. The Second Mate raninto the circle of light thrown by our lanterns, and stopped, dead--eyeing us doubtfully. I am not surprised at this, _now_, nor at thebehaviour of the Mate, the following instant; but at that time, I mustsay I could not conceive what had come to them, particularly the FirstMate. He came out at us from the darkness with a rush and a roar like abull and brandishing a belaying-pin. I had failed to take into accountthe scene which his eyes must have shown him:--the whole crowd of men inthe fo'cas'le--both watches--pouring out on to the deck in utterconfusion, and greatly excited, with a couple of fellows at their head,carrying lanterns. And before this, there had been the cry aloft and thecrash down on deck, followed by the shouts of the frightened crew, andthe sounds of many feet running. He may well have taken the cry for asignal, and our actions for something not far short of mutiny. Indeed,his words told us that this was his very thought.

  "I'll knock the face off the first man that comes a step further aft!"he shouted, shaking the pin in my face. "I'll show yer who's masterhere! What the hell do yer mean by this? Get forrard into yer kennel!"

  There was a low growl from the men at the last remark, and the old bullystepped back a couple of paces.

  "Hold on, you fellows!" I sung out. "Shut up a minute."

  "Mr. Tulipson!" I called out to the Second, who had not been able to geta word in edgeways, "I don't know what the devil's the matter with theFirst Mate; but he'll not find it pay to talk to a crowd like ours, inthat sort of fashion, or there'll be ructions aboard."

  "Come! come! Jessop! This won't do! I can't have you talking like thatabout the Mate!" he said, sharply. "Let me know what's to-do, and thengo forrard again, the lot of you."

  "We'd have told you at first, Sir," I said, "only the Mate wouldn't giveany of us a chance to speak. There's been an awful accident, Sir.Something's fallen from aloft, right on to Jock--"

  I stopped suddenly; for there was a loud crying aloft.

  "Help! help! help!" someone was shouting, and then it rose from a shoutinto a scream.

  "My God! Sir!" I shouted. "That's one of the men up at the fore royal!"

  "Listen!" ordered the Second Mate. "Listen!" Even as he spoke, it cameagain--broken and, as it were, in gasps.

  "Help!... Oh!... God!... Oh!... Help! H-e-l-p!"

  Abruptly, Stubbins's voice struck in.

  "Hup with us, lads! By God! hup with us!" and he made a spring into thefore rigging. I shoved the handle of the lantern between my teeth, andfollowed. Plummer was coming; but the Second Mate pulled him back.

  "That's sufficient," he said. "I'm going," and he came up after me.

  We went over the foretop, racing like fiends. The light from the lanternprevented me from seeing to any distance in the darkness; but, at thecrosstrees, Stubbins, who was some ratlines ahead, shouted out all atonce, and in gasps:

  "They're fightin' ... like ... hell!"

  "What?" called the Second Mate, breathlessly.

  Apparently, Stubbins did not hear him; for he made no reply. We clearedthe crosstrees, and climbed into the t'gallant rigging. The wind wasfairly fresh up there, and overhead, there sounded the flap, flap ofsailcloth flying in the wind; but since we had left the deck, there hadbeen no other sound from above.

  Now, abruptly, there came again a wild crying from the darkness over us.A strange, wild medley it was of screams for help, mixed up withviolent, breathless curses.

  Beneath the royal yard, Stubbins halted, and looked down to me.

  "Hurry hup ... with ther ... lantern ... Jessop!" he shouted, catchinghis breath between the words. "There'll be ... murder done ... hin aminute!"

  I reached him, and held the light up for him to catch. He stooped, andtook it from me. Then, holding it above his head, he went a few ratlineshigher. In this manner, he reached to a level with the royal yard. Frommy position, a little below him, the lantern seemed but to throw a fewstraggling, flickering rays along the spar; yet they showed mesomething. My first glance had been to wind'ard, and I had seen at once,that there was nothing on the weather yard arm. From there my gaze wentto leewar
d. Indistinctly, I saw something upon the yard, that clung,struggling. Stubbins bent towards it with the light; thus I saw it moreclearly. It was Jacobs, the Ordinary Seaman. He had his right armtightly round the yard; with the other, he appeared to be fendinghimself from something on the other side of him, and further out uponthe yard. At times, moans and gasps came from him, and sometimes curses.Once, as he appeared to be dragged partly from his hold, he screamedlike a woman. His whole attitude suggested stubborn despair. I canscarcely tell you how this extraordinary sight affected me. I seemed tostare at it without realising that the affair was a real happening.

  During the few seconds which I had spent staring and breathless,Stubbins had climbed round the after side of the mast, and now I beganagain to follow him.

  From his position below me, the Second had not been able to see thething that was occurring on the yard, and he sung out to me to know whatwas happening.

  "It's Jacobs, Sir," I called back. "He seems to be fighting with someoneto looard of him. I can't see very plainly yet."

  Stubbins had got round on to the lee foot-rope, and now he held thelantern up, peering, and I made my way quickly alongside of him. TheSecond Mate followed; but instead of getting down on to the foot-rope,he got on the yard, and stood there holding on to the tie. He sung outfor one of us to pass him up the lantern, which I did, Stubbins handingit to me. The Second held it out at arm's length, so that it lit up thelee part of the yard. The light showed through the darkness, as far asto where Jacobs struggled so weirdly. Beyond him, nothing was distinct.

  There had been a moment's delay while we were passing the lantern up tothe Second Mate. Now, however, Stubbins and I moved out slowly along thefoot-rope. We went slowly; but we did well to go at all, with any showof boldness; for the whole business was so abominably uncanny. It seemsimpossible to convey truly to you, the strange scene on the royal yard.You may be able to picture it yourselves. The Second Mate standing uponthe spar, holding the lantern; his body swaying with each roll of theship, and his head craned forward as he peered along the yard. On ourleft, Jacobs, mad, fighting, cursing, praying, gasping; and outside ofhim, shadows and the night.

  The Second Mate spoke, abruptly.

  "Hold on a moment!" he said. Then:

  "Jacobs!" he shouted. "Jacobs, do you hear me?"

  There was no reply, only the continual gasping and cursing.

  "Go on," the Second Mate said to us. "But be careful. Keep a tighthold!"

  He held the lantern higher and we went out cautiously.

  Stubbins reached the Ordinary, and put his hand on his shoulder, with asoothing gesture.

  "Steady hon now, Jacobs," he said. "Steady hon."

  At his touch, as though by magic, the young fellow calmed down, andStubbins--reaching round him--grasped the jackstay on the other side.

  "Get a hold of him your side, Jessop," he sung out. "I'll get thisside."

  This, I did, and Stubbins climbed round him.

  "There hain't no one here," Stubbins called to me; but his voiceexpressed no surprise.

  "What!" sung out the Second Mate. "No one there! Where's Svensen,then?"

  I did not catch Stubbins's reply; for suddenly, it seemed to me that Isaw something shadowy at the extreme end of the yard, out by the lift. Istared. It rose up, on the yard, and I saw that it was the figure of aman. It grasped at the lift, and commenced to swarm up, quickly. Itpassed diagonally above Stubbins's head, and reached down a vague handand arm.

  "Look out! Stubbins!" I shouted. "Look out!"

  "What's up now?" he called, in a startled voice. At the same instant,his cap went whirling away to leeward.

  "Damn the wind!" he burst out.

  Then all at once, Jacobs, who had only been giving an occasional moan,commenced to shriek and struggle.

  "Hold fast onto him!" Stubbins yelled. "He'll be throwin' himself offthe yard."

  I put my left arm round the Ordinary's body--getting hold of thejackstay on the other side. Then I looked up. Above us, I seemed to seesomething dark and indistinct, that moved rapidly up the lift.

  "Keep tight hold of him, while I get a gasket," I heard the Second Matesing out.

  A moment later there was a crash, and the light disappeared.

  "Damn and set fire to the sail!" shouted the Second Mate.

  I twisted round, somewhat, and looked in his direction. I could dimlymake him out on the yard. He had evidently been in the act of gettingdown on to the foot-rope, when the lantern was smashed. From him, mygaze jumped to the lee rigging. It seemed that I made out some shadowything stealing down through the darkness; but I could not be sure; andthen, in a breath, it had gone.

  "Anything wrong, Sir?" I called out.

  "Yes," he answered. "I've dropped the lantern. The blessed sail knockedit out of my hand!"

  "We'll be all right, Sir," I replied. "I think we can manage without it.Jacobs seems to be quieter now."

  "Well, be careful as you come in," he warned us.

  "Come on, Jacobs," I said. "Come on; we'll go down on deck."

  "Go along, young feller," Stubbins put in. "You're right now. We'll takecare of you." And we started to guide him along the yard.

  He went willingly enough, though without saying a word. He seemed like achild. Once or twice he shivered; but said nothing.

  We got him in to the lee rigging. Then, one going beside him, and theother keeping below, we made our way slowly down on deck. We went veryslowly--so slowly, in fact, that the Second Mate--who had stayed aminute to shove the gasket round the lee side of the sail--was almost assoon down.

  "Take Jacobs forrard to his bunk," he said, and went away aft to where acrowd of the men, one with a lantern, stood round the door of an emptyberth under the break of the poop on the starboard side.

  We hurried forrard to the fo'cas'le. There we found all in darkness.

  "They're haft with Jock, and Svenson!" Stubbins had hesitated an instantbefore saying the name.

  "Yes," I replied. "That's what it must have been, right enough."

  "I kind of knew it all ther time," he said.

  I stepped in through the doorway, and struck a match. Stubbins followed,guiding Jacobs before him, and, together, we got him into his bunk. Wecovered him up with his blankets, for he was pretty shivery. Then wecame out. During the whole time, he had not spoken a word.

  As we went aft, Stubbins remarked that he thought the business must havemade him a bit dotty.

  "It's driven him clean barmy," he went on. "He don't hunderstand a wordthat's said ter him."

  "He may be different in the morning," I answered.

  As we neared the poop, and the crowd of waiting men, he spoke again:

  "They've put 'em hinter ther Second's hempty berth."

  "Yes," I said. "Poor beggars."

  We reached the other men, and they opened out, and allowed us to getnear the door. Several of them asked in low tones, whether Jacobs wasall right, and I told them, "Yes"; not saying anything then about hiscondition.

  I got close up to the doorway, and looked into the berth. The lamp waslit, and I could see, plainly. There were two bunks in the place, and aman had been laid in each. The Skipper was there, leaning up against abulkshead. He looked worried; but was silent--seeming to be mooding inhis own thoughts. The Second Mate was busy with a couple of flags, whichhe was spreading over the bodies. The First Mate was talking, evidentlytelling him something; but his tone was so low that I caught his wordsonly with difficulty. It struck me that he seemed pretty subdued. I gotparts of his sentences in patches, as it were.

  "...broken," I heard him say. "And the Dutchman...."

  "I've seen him," the Second Mate said, shortly.

  "Two, straight off the reel," said the Mate "...three in...."

  The Second made no reply.

  "Of course, yer know ... accident." The First Mate went on.

  "Is it!" the Second said, in a queer voice.

  I saw the Mate glance at him, in a doubtful sort of way; but the Secondwas c
overing poor old Jock's dead face, and did not appear to notice hislook.

  "It--it--" the mate said, and stopped.

  After a moment's hesitation, he said something further, that I could notcatch; but there seemed a lot of funk in his voice.

  The Second Mate appeared not to have heard him; at any rate, he made noreply; but bent, and straightened out a corner of the flag over therigid figure in the lower bunk. There was a certain niceness in hisaction which made me warm towards him.

  "He's white!" I thought to myself.

  Out loud, I said:

  "We've put Jacobs into his bunk, Sir."

  The Mate jumped; then whizzed round, and stared at me as though I hadbeen a ghost. The Second Mate turned also; but before he could speak,the Skipper took a step towards me.

  "Is he all right?" he asked.

  "Well, Sir," I said. "He's a bit queer; but I think it's possible he maybe better, after a sleep."

  "I hope so, too," he replied, and stepped out on deck. He went towardsthe starboard poop ladder, walking slowly. The Second went and stood bythe lamp, and the Mate, after a quick glance at him, came out andfollowed the Skipper up on to the poop. It occurred to me then, like aflash, that the man had stumbled upon a portion of the _truth_. Thisaccident coming so soon after that other! It was evident that, in hismind, he had connected them. I recollected the fragments of his remarksto the Second Mate. Then, those many minor happenings that had croppedup at different times, and at which he had sneered. I wondered whetherhe would begin to comprehend their significance--their beastly, sinistersignificance.

  "Ah! Mr. Bully-Mate," I thought to myself. "You're in for a bad time ifyou've begun to understand."

  Abruptly, my thoughts jumped to the vague future before us.

  "God help us!" I muttered.

  The Second Mate, after a look round, turned down the wick of the lamp,and came out, closing the door after him.

  "Now, you men," he said to the Mate's watch, "get forrard; we can't doanything more. You'd better go and get some sleep."

  "i, i, Sir," they said, in a chorus.

  Then, as we all turned to go forrard, he asked if anyone had relievedthe look-out.

  "No, sir," answered Quoin.

  "Is it yours?" the Second asked.

  "Yes, Sir," he replied.

  "Hurry up and relieve him then," the Second said.

  "i, i, Sir," the man answered, and went forrard with the rest of us.

  As we went, I asked Plummer who was at the wheel.

  "Tom," he said.

  As he spoke, several spots of rain fell, and I glanced up at the sky. Ithad become thickly clouded.

  "Looks as if it were going to breeze up," I said.

  "Yes," he replied. "We'll be shortenin' 'er down 'fore long."

  "May be an all-hands job," I remarked.

  "Yes," he answered again. "'Twon't be no use their turnin' in, if itis."

  The man who was carrying the lantern, went into the fo'cas'le, and wefollowed.

  "Where's ther one, belongin' to our side?" Plummer asked.

  "Got smashed hupstairs," answered Stubbins.

  "'ow were that?" Plummer inquired.

  Stubbins hesitated.

  "The Second Mate dropped it," I replied. "The sail hit it, orsomething."

  The men in the other watch seemed to have no immediate intention ofturning-in; but sat in their bunks, and around on the chests. There wasa general lighting of pipes, in the midst of which there came a suddenmoan from one of the bunks in the forepart of the fo'cas'le--a part thatwas always a bit gloomy, and was more so now, on account of our havingonly one lamp.

  "Wot's that?" asked one of the men belonging to the other side.

  "S--sh!" said Stubbins. "It's him."

  "'oo?" inquired Plummer. "Jacobs?"

  "Yes," I replied. "Poor devil!"

  "Wot were 'appenin' w'en yer got hup _ther'_?" asked the man on theother side, indicating with a jerk of his head, the fore royal.

  Before I could reply, Stubbins jumped up from his sea-chest.

  "Ther Second Mate's whistlin'!" he said. "Come hon," and he ran out ondeck.

  Plummer, Jaskett and I followed quickly. Outside, it had started to rainpretty heavily. As we went, the Second Mate's voice came to us throughthe darkness.

  "Stand by the main royal clewlines and buntlines," I heard him shout,and the next instant came the hollow thutter of the sail as he startedto lower away.

  In a few minutes we had it hauled up.

  "Up and furl it, a couple of you," he sung out.

  I went towards the starboard rigging; then I hesitated. No one else hadmoved.

  The Second Mate came among us.

  "Come on now, lads," he said. "Make a move. It's got to be done."

  "I'll go," I said. "If someone else will come."

  Still, no one stirred, and no one answered.

  Tammy came across to me.

  "I'll come," he volunteered, in a nervous voice.

  "No, by God, no!" said the Second Mate, abruptly.

  He jumped into the main rigging himself. "Come along, Jessop!" heshouted.

  I followed him; but I was astonished. I had fully expected him to get onto the other fellows' tracks like a ton of bricks. It had not occurredto me that he was making allowances. I was simply puzzled then; butafterwards it dawned upon me.

  No sooner had I followed the Second Mate, than, straightway, Stubbins,Plummer, and Jaskett came up after us at a run.

  About half-way to the maintop, the Second Mate stopped, and looked down.

  "Who's that coming up below you, Jessop?" he asked.

  Before I could, speak, Stubbins answered:

  "It's me, Sir, an' Plummer an' Jaskett."

  "Who the devil told you to come _now_? Go straight down, the lot ofyou!"

  "We're comin' hup ter keep you company, Sir," was his reply.

  At that, I was confident of a burst of temper from the Second; and yet,for the second time within a couple of minutes I was wrong. Instead ofcursing Stubbins, he, after a moment's pause, went on up the rigging,without another word, and the rest of us followed. We reached the royal,and made short work of it; indeed, there were sufficient of us to haveeaten it. When we had finished, I noticed that the Second Mate remainedon the yard until we were all in the rigging. Evidently, he haddetermined to take a full share of any risk there might be; but I tookcare to keep pretty close to him; so as to be on hand if anythinghappened; yet we reached the deck again, without anything havingoccurred. I have said, without anything having occurred; but I am notreally correct in this; for, as the Second Mate came down over thecrosstrees, he gave a short, abrupt cry.

  "Anything wrong, Sir?" I asked.

  "No--o!" he said. "Nothing! I banged my knee."

  And yet _now_, I believe he was lying. For, that same watch, I was tohear men giving just such cries; but, God knows, they had reason enough.