第34章 THE LOSS OF THE BRIG(2)

"Ye were right,"said Hoseason to Alan."Ye have saved the brig,sir.I'll mind that when we come to clear accounts."And Ibelieve he not only meant what he said,but would have done it;so high a place did the Covenant hold in his affections.

But this is matter only for conjecture,things having gone otherwise than he forecast.

"Keep her away a point,"sings out Mr.Riach."Reef to windward!"And just at the same time the tide caught the brig,and threw the wind out of her sails.She came round into the wind like a top,and the next moment struck the reef with such a dunch as threw us all flat upon the deck,and came near to shake Mr.Riach from his place upon the mast.

I was on my feet in a minute.The reef on which we had struck was close in under the southwest end of Mull,off a little isle they call Earraid,which lay low and black upon the larboard.

Sometimes the swell broke clean over us;sometimes it only ground the poor brig upon the reef,so that we could hear her beat herself to pieces;and what with the great noise of the sails,and the singing of the wind,and the flying of the spray in the moonlight,and the sense of danger,I think my head must have been partly turned,for I could scarcely understand the things Isaw.

Presently I observed Mr.Riach and the seamen busy round the skiff,and,still in the same blank,ran over to assist them;and as soon as I set my hand to work,my mind came clear again.It was no very easy task,for the skiff lay amidships and was full of hamper,and the breaking of the heavier seas continually forced us to give over and hold on;but we all wrought like horses while we could.

Meanwhile such of the wounded as could move came clambering out of the fore-scuttle and began to help;while the rest that lay helpless in their bunks harrowed me with screaming and begging to be saved.

The captain took no part.It seemed he was struck stupid.He stood holding by the shrouds,talking to himself and groaning out aloud whenever the ship hammered on the rock.His brig was like wife and child to him;he had looked on,day by day,at the mishandling of poor Ransome;but when it came to the brig,he seemed to suffer along with her.

All the time of our working at the boat,I remember only one other thing:that I asked Alan,looking across at the shore,what country it was;and he answered,it was the worst possible for him,for it was a land of the Campbells.

We had one of the wounded men told off to keep a watch upon the seas and cry us warning.Well,we had the boat about ready to be launched,when this man sang out pretty shrill:"For God's sake,hold on!"We knew by his tone that it was something more than ordinary;and sure enough,there followed a sea so huge that it lifted the brig right up and canted her over on her beam.

Whether the cry came too late,or my hold was too weak,I know not;but at the sudden tilting of the ship I was cast clean over the bulwarks into the sea.

I went down,and drank my fill,and then came up,and got a blink of the moon,and then down again.They say a man sinks a third time for good.I cannot be made like other folk,then;for Iwould not like to write how often I went down,or how often Icame up again.All the while,I was being hurled along,and beaten upon and choked,and then swallowed whole;and the thing was so distracting to my wits,that I was neither sorry nor afraid.

Presently,I found I was holding to a spar,which helped me somewhat.And then all of a sudden I was in quiet water,and began to come to myself.

It was the spare yard I had got hold of,and I was amazed to see how far I had travelled from the brig.I hailed her,indeed;but it was plain she was already out of cry.She was still holding together;but whether or not they had yet launched the boat,Iwas too far off and too low down to see.

While I was hailing the brig,I spied a tract of water lying between us where no great waves came,but which yet boiled white all over and bristled in the moon with rings and bubbles.

Sometimes the whole tract swung to one side,like the tail of a live serpent;sometimes,for a glimpse,it would all disappear and then boil up again.What it was I had no guess,which for the time increased my fear of it;but I now know it must have been the roost or tide race,which had carried me away so fast and tumbled me about so cruelly,and at last,as if tired of that play,had flung out me and the spare yard upon its landward margin.

I now lay quite becalmed,and began to feel that a man can die of cold as well as of drowning.The shores of Earraid were close in;I could see in the moonlight the dots of heather and the sparkling of the mica in the rocks.

"Well,"thought I to myself,"if I cannot get as far as that,it's strange!"I had no skill of swimming,Essen Water being small in our neighbourhood;but when I laid hold upon the yard with both arms,and kicked out with both feet,I soon begun to find that I was moving.Hard work it was,and mortally slow;but in about an hour of kicking and splashing,I had got well in between the points of a sandy bay surrounded by low hills.

The sea was here quite quiet;there was no sound of any surf;the moon shone clear;and I thought in my heart I had never seen a place so desert and desolate.But it was dry land;and when at last it grew so shallow that I could leave the yard and wade ashore upon my feet,I cannot tell if I was more tired or more grateful.Both,at least,I was:tired as I never was before that night;and grateful to God as I trust I have been often,though never with more cause.