第51章 THE SEED OF McCOY(10)

All night this apprehension weighed heavily on all, and in the first morning light, with hollow eyes and ghastly faces, they stared at one another as if in surprise that the Pyrenees still held together and that they still were alive.

Walking rapidly at times, and even occasionally breaking into an undignified hop-skip-and-run, Captain Davenport inspected his ship's deck.

"It is a matter of hours now, if not of minutes," he announced on his return to the poop.

The cry of land came down from the masthead.From the deck the land was invisible, and McCoy went aloft, while the captain took advantage of the opportunity to curse some of the bitterness out of his heart.But the cursing was suddenly stopped by a dark line on the water which he sighted to the northeast.It was not a squall, but a regular breeze--the disrupted trade wind, eight points out of its direction but resuming business once more.

"Hold her up, Captain," McCoy said as soon as he reached the poop."That's the easterly point of Fakarava, and we'll go in through the passage full-tilt, the wind abeam, and every sail drawing."At the end of an hour, the cocoanut trees and the low-lying land were visible from the deck.The feeling that the end of the PYRENEES' resistance was imminent weighed heavily on everybody.Captain Davenport had the three boats lowered and dropped short astern, a man in each to keep them apart.The Pyrenees closely skirted the shore, the surf- whitened atoll a bare two cable lengths away.

And a minute later the land parted, exposing a narrow passage and the lagoon beyond, a great mirror, thirty miles in length and a third as broad.

"Now, Captain."

For the last time the yards of the Pyrenees swung around as she obeyed the wheel and headed into the passage.The turns had scarcely been made, and nothing had been coiled down, when the men and mates swept back to the poop in panic terror.Nothing had happened, yet they averred that something was going to happen.They could not tell why.They merely knew that it was about to happen.'mcCoy started forward totake up his position on the bow in order to con the vessel in; but the captain gripped his arm and whirled him around.

"Do it from here," he said."That deck's not safe.What's the matter?" he demanded the next instant."We're standing still."McCoy smiled.

"You are bucking a seven-knot current, Captain," he said."That is the way the full ebb runs out of this passage."At the end of another hour the Pyrenees had scarcely gained her length, but the wind freshened and she began to forge ahead.

"Better get into the boats, some of you," Captain Davenport commanded.

His voice was still ringing, and the men were just beginning to move in obedience, when the amidship deck of the Pyrenees, in a mass of flame and smoke, was flung upward into the sails and rigging, part of it remaining there and the rest falling into the sea.The wind being abeam, was what had saved the men crowded aft.They made a blind rush to gain the boats, but McCoy's voice, carrying its convincing message of vast calm and endless time, stopped them.

"Take it easy," he was saying.Everything is all right.Pass that boy down somebody, please."The man at the wheel had forsaken it in a funk, and Captain Davenport had leaped and caught the spokes in time to prevent the ship from yawing in the current and going ashore.

"Better take charge of the boats," he said to Mr.Konig."Tow one of them short, right under the quarter....When I go over, it'll be on the jump."Mr.Konig hesitated, then went over the rail and lowered himself into the boat.

"Keep her off half a point, Captain."

Captain Davenport gave a start.He had thought he had the ship to himself.

"Ay, ay; half a point it is," he answered.