CHAPTER VII
STEVE TAKES HER IN
Steve's hand flew to the clutch as the rest joined Phil at the side ofthe boat, and, in the grey silence that ensued, strained their ears.
"You're right," said Neil, after an instant. "There's surf there, or I'ma Dutchman. And it isn't far away."
Steve, who had handed the wheel to Joe, nodded. "It's surf, all right,"he agreed, "but it hasn't any business there. What are you going to dowhen you can't depend on the chart? Well, the only thing for us to tryis another direction." He swung the wheel well to port and slid theclutch in gently and, with the engine throttled down, the _Adventurer_nosed forward once more. "Phil, beat it out to the bow and keep yourears open, will you? Watch that deck, though; it's slippery." An anxioussilence held for several minutes. Then Phil's voice came from thefog-hidden bow:
"Surf dead ahead, Steve!" he called.
"Can you see anything?" shouted Steve as he again disengaged.
"No, but I can hear the waves breaking."
They all could now that the propeller had stopped churning. Steve gazeddazedly from fog to compass and from compass to chart, and finally shookhis head helplessly.
"It's too much for me, fellows," he said. "I'm going back as straight asI know how, or--" He stopped. "Hang it, there can't be land on _all_sides!" He pulled the bow still further to port and again started. "Keepyour ears open, Phil," he called. "I'll run her as slow as she'll go. Ifyou hear the surf plainer, shout."
The _Adventurer_ went on again. After a moment Han, leaning outboardover the deck rail, said: "It's not so loud, Steve. I think we're goingaway from it slowly."
"Or else running parallel," suggested Perry. "Anyhow, it isn't anynearer."
Another minute or two passed, with all hands listening intently. ThenPhil sounded another warning. "Hold up, Steve! I may be crazy, but I'llswear there's surf dead ahead again!"
Steve motioned to Joe and, yielding the wheel after throwing out theclutch again, swung around a stanchion and crept cautiously along theroof of the main cabin and galley until he reached Phil's side. Then,dropping to his knees and steadying himself by the flag-pole, helistened. Quite plainly and, as it seemed, from alarmingly nearby, camethe gentle _swish-swash_ of tiny waves breaking on a beach. In the fogit was difficult to tell whether the sound came from directly ahead orfrom starboard. At all events, when Steve turned his head to port thesound was certainly at his right or behind him.
"I'll try it again," he said. "You stay here, Phil." He climbed back tothe bridge deck. "Perry, are you working that fog-horn?" he demanded."If you aren't, get busy with it!" Once more the cruiser picked up andstole forward, her nose slowly swinging around to port. Steve had givenup watching the compass now. All he wanted to do was find clear water.The _swish_ of surf died away by degrees as the _Adventurer_ edgedcautiously along and, after five minutes, Steve gave a sigh of relief."I guess we're all right now," he muttered to Joe, "but I'm going tokeep her just moving. We might anchor, I suppose, but it's dollars todoughnuts we'd have to spend the night here; wherever here is," headded, scowling resentfully at the chart. "Look here, Joe." He reachedforward and laid a finger on the map. "Here's where we were, or wherewe ought to have been, when we heard the surf first. According to thiswe were a good mile from the shore and the only shoal is that one andit's marked six feet at mean low water. There's a black-and-red sparbuoy there, as you see, but we haven't sighted it. Now, what I want toknow is how the dickens we could have got a mile off our course tostarboard. Also, if we are off our course, where are we? Unless we'veslipped over the beach and got into that pond down there--"
"_Steve! Back up! We're running on the rocks!_"
It was the frenzied voice of Phil in the bow. Steve thrust Joe aside andseizing the clutch put it quickly into neutral.
"Bring the boat-hook here!" shouted Phil. "Reverse, Steve! Hard!"
But Steve had already slammed the clutch into reverse and pulled downthe throttle. A mighty thrashing and foaming sounded astern and the_Adventurer_ trembled, hesitated and began to churn her way backward.Perry, boat-hook in hand, was sliding and stumbling along the wet deck.He reached the bow just in time to see the menacing face of a high stonejetty disappear again into the mist. Phil, clinging to the flag-pole,was sprawled on the deck with his legs stretched out to fend the boatoff.
"Just in time!" he muttered, pulling himself back to safety. "Did yousee it, Perry!"
"Did I see it? I almost fell overboard! That's enough, Steve!"
The _Adventurer_ stopped going astern and Steve called anxiously fromthe wheel. "What was it, Phil?" he questioned.
"A breakwater about ten feet high! We almost hit it!"
"A breakwater!" Steve turned swiftly to the chart. "Then I know where weare at last! Look here, Joe!" He pointed. "We're cornered in here, see?Here's the shore on that side and the jetty dead ahead of us. How we gothere I don't know, but here we are. If we can find the end of the jettywe're all right. Keep that horn going, Perry!"
"Why not drop an anchor where we are?" asked Joe.
"We could do that, of course, but here's the harbour right around theend of the jetty. Seems to me we might as well get in there, Joe."
"All right," agreed the other doubtfully, "but this feeling around inthe dark is making me nervous. First thing we know we'll--um--we'll berunning into the First National Bank or the Congregational Church orsomething! Still, if you think we can find our way, all right. I'mgame."
Steve eyed the compass thoughtfully and in silence for a moment. Then:"You still there, Phil?" he called.
"Yes."
"Keep your eyes and ears open. I'm going to try to run along the side ofthe jetty and find the harbour. If you see a red spar buoy, sing out.Sing out if you see anything at all. Everyone keep a watch. We're goingto eat dinner in the harbour or know why!"
The cruiser moved slowly on once more, her nose turning sharply. Thenshe paused, went back and again moved forward, Steve turning the wheelslowly with his eyes on the compass. "Now watch on the starboard side,Phil!" he called.
"Which is that? My right?"
"Yes, you land-lubber! Hear anything?"
"N-no! I didn't _hear_ anything before until we were almost on thebreakwater. Sometimes I think I can hear--"
Phil's voice died away to silence.
"Hear what?" asked Steve.
"Well, water sort of lapping. It may be against our boat, though."
"Neil, you go forward, too, will you?" said Steve. Neil joined Phil andfor some minutes the _Adventurer_ stole quietly along through the greyvoid with little sound save the slow working of the engine below deckand the lazy thud of the propeller. It was so quiet that when Perrysuddenly worked the fog-horn Han almost fell over the wet rail on whichhe was sitting. It was Ossie who broke the silence finally.
"Well, I guess we've got to eat, whether we run ashore or stay afloat.I'm going to put some potatoes on."
"All right," replied Steve quietly. "But if you feel a bump, put outyour alcohol flame the first thing you do, Ossie."
"Sure, but you can bet I won't wait down there to see whether thepotatoes are done!"
"How about it, you chaps?" asked Steve presently.
"Don't hear a thing," answered Phil.
"All right. I'm going to bring her around now. Yell the minute you seeanything. You needn't worry. She's only crawling and I'll have her goingastern before you can shout twice."
Very slowly Steve moved the wheel to starboard. In the stillness theycould hear the gear creak under the deck. No warning came from the twolookouts and, after a moment, Steve again turned gingerly. For all thewatchers could tell, the _Adventurer_ never altered her course, butSteve, his gaze on the compass card, knew that she was headed nowstraight east. Now and then he peered questioningly forward, but hisgaze was defeated by the fog. At intervals Perry sent a groaning wailfrom the fog-horn. Presently Steve heard the boys talking on the bow andin a moment Neil's voice hailed him:
"Surf off to starboard, Steve!
Not very near, though."
The others listened, but there was just enough noise from the engine todrown the sound heard by the lookouts.
"Tell me if it gets louder," called Steve. "Still hear it?"
"Not so well," answered Phil. "I think we're going away from it."
"Waves against the end of the jetty," explained Steve. "I think we'reall right now." He moved the wheel over slowly, spoke by spoke. "Keepyour horn going, Perry. We're entering the harbour. Watch for buoys,fellows. Take it on this side, Joe."
Followed a dubious five minutes during which the only sounds thatreached them from outside the boat were distant fog signals and, once,the unmistakable moo of a cow!
"Gee," murmured Perry, "that's the best thing I've heard all day! Thatmeans we really are in the harbour, doesn't it?"
"Might be a sea-cow," suggested Ossie, from the companion.
"Ready with the bow anchor!" called Steve.
Han scuttled forward into the mist. "All right, sir!" he announced inhis best nautical manner.
Steve disengaged the clutch. There was a moment of silence aboard the_Adventurer_. Then: "Over with it, Han," directed Steve. There was asplash, followed by the rasping of the cable through the chock and thena cheerful whistle from the crew as he made fast. "About eighteen feet,Steve, I should say," he called.
"Sixteen," corrected the Captain gravely. Joe smiled.
"Mean it?" he asked.
Steve nodded and put a finger on the chart. "We're right here," he said.Then he covered the compass and drew down the lid of the chart box andstretched his arms luxuriously. "That's over with," he added, "and I'mglad of it! How about dinner, Ossie?"
"On the fire, Cap! Ready in five minutes."
"Then I'm going to get into a dry shirt. I'm soaked through. Some of youchaps pull the side curtains down on the port side. We might as wellkeep as dry as we can."
"Looks to me as if the fog was rolling in from the starboard, though,"said Han.
"Yes, it's coming from the southeast, but we'll swing around in a fewminutes because the tide's coming in. Wonder where the _Follow Me_ is."
"Harry would probably make for harbour, too, wouldn't he?" asked Joe,following the other down to the cabin. "I wouldn't be surprised if wefound them here when the fog clears."
A yacht, hidden somewhere in the fog ahead, sounded eight bells and wasinstantly echoed from further away. "Great Scott!" exclaimed Steve. "Isit twelve already?"
Joe nodded, glancing at the ship's clock at the end of the cabin. "Twominutes after if our clock's right. Say, Steve, the next time we go outin a fog we'll--um--we won't go, eh?"
"Not while I'm running this hooker," agreed Steve with intenseconviction. "Now that it's over, Joe, I don't mind telling you that Iwas a bit worried. I wanted like anything to drop anchor back there bythe jetty."
"Why didn't you then?"
"I don't quite know," replied the other thoughtfully, "but I think itwas chiefly because I didn't like to be beaten."
"Dinner!" called Ossie from the forward cabin. "All hands to dinner! Geta move on!"