This impudent harangue was hailed by a salvo of applause. The fellow
himself took two steps toward me and laid a hand upon my shoulder. He
had scarce touched me with his fingers when I struck him full in the
face, and he rolled headlong into the scuppers. The same instant saw me
leaping for my very life up the ladder to the bridge deck and clutching
there at the rope which opened the steamer’s siren. Good God! What an
instant of suspense! Were the fires below damped down, or was there
steam in the boiler? One tremendous pull upon the rope had no answer for
me at all. Again and again I jerked the cord back as though very
desperation would sound the alarm which should summon my friends and, at
the same time, save me from this rabble. The men below watched me
aghast, their curiosity overpowering them, their mouths agape, so that
when the siren’s blast went echoing over the still sea at last, you
could have heard a footfall on the decks, or caught the meaning of a
whispered message.
The men were dumbfounded, I say, and without idea. This I have ever
observed to be a habit among seamen when the news of any great disaster
comes upon them or they are taken unawares in an instant of emergency.
No clown could look more childish then, or any Master Boldface laugh as
foolishly. There they were in a group below me, some with their hands
thrust deep into their pockets, some smoking idly, some looking into the
faces of their neighbours as though a glance would answer the riddle of
the night. And while they stood, the siren roared a blast of defiance,
again and again, as the voice of a Minotaur of the deep, warning and
terrifying, and not to be resisted. Had I doubted the vigilance of my
good comrades upon the yacht, I could have doubted it no longer. _White
Wings_ answered my signal almost instantly in a higher note of defiance,
in a shrill assent to that wild roll-call, the orator mechanical of
honest friendship. And, while she answered, her siren seemed to put a
reproach upon me, saying, “The yacht is here—all is well—why have you
doubted us?”
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