CHAPTER THREE.
Meanwhile, after he had ineffectually tried everything possible to bringthe steamer's head to wind by means of the sails, the captain had togive up and let her drift, rolling heavily in the trough of the sea.
The storm still raged with terrific fury, and it was evident that theunmanageable vessel was being borne rapidly along.
But by slow degrees the violence of the wind began to abate, and freshefforts were made in the semi-darkness, and with the waves thunderingover the deck from time to time, to hoist something in the way of sail.
The men raised a cheer as this was at last successfully accomplished,and once more obeying her helm the great vessel ceased rolling, andrushed on for a few hundred yards at headlong speed.
But it was only to her fate, for rising high upon a huge billow she wasborne on for a short distance, and then there was the sudden check. Shehad struck on another of the terrible coral reefs, and was fast,offering an obstacle to the seething billows, at which they rushed,broke, and then fell over, deluging the deck, and tearing at everythingin their way.
There seemed nothing more to be done but strive in the darkness to savelife, and captain and officers clung together and worked manfully.
The minute after the vessel had struck on the reef there was a rush forthe boats, but the officers were prepared. Revolvers leaped out, andthree or four men were struck down, the captain setting the example.
Then the fit of insubordination died out on the spot, and in perfectorder one of the boats was filled with women passengers and a crew, themoment was watched, and it was cast off and floated away on a huge wave,to be seen for a few moments, before it disappeared in the darkness.
Boat after boat was successfully despatched in this way without a singlehitch, each receiving its crew commanded by one of the officers; and atlast the barge only was left for the remainder and the captain, the lastpassenger having gone in the boat despatched before--the last so far ascould be remembered in the hurry and confusion of the weird scene.
There was ample room for all as the captain stood holding on while menhurriedly brought up and threw in bags of biscuit and such necessariesas could be obtained in the hurry, the barge lying in its chocks,lifting with every wave and ready to float out at the open side at anytime.
"Now then," cried the captain, in a voice hoarse from continuousshouting, "you, Bostock, down below with you and help the doctor bringup the young passenger."
"Ay, ay, sir," cried the old sailor, and he waited a moment to avoid thewater and then made a rush for the saloon cabin.
The next minute he was down below.
"Now, sir, quick," he said; "boat's just off. What! not ready?"
"It is impossible to move him, my man," said the doctor in sombre tones.
"It's murder to keep him here, sir," cried the old sailor. "Come on--for your life!"
As he spoke he caught Carey in his arms before the doctor couldinterfere, dashed open the door, and quickly carried the insensible ladup to the sea-washed deck, to stand aghast and then hold on for hislife.
For something white and ghastly, fringed with phosphorescent light,seemed to rise over the ship's side, curve down over, glide under thebarge lying in its chocks, and then lift the laden boat away over theopen side.
It was seen for a few moments and then disappeared, going in one swiftglide away into the darkness, leaving the doctor, his patient, and theold sailor amidst the hissing waters alone upon the deck.