The second mate heard him, and lifting his head as one grieving
amongst ruins, "You won't see it break," he exclaimed. His
wrists and his knees could be seen to shake
violently. "No, by
God! You won't. . . ."
He took his face again between his fists.
The body of the helmsman had moved
slightly, but his head didn't
budge on his neck, -- like a stone head fixed to look one way
from a
column. During a roll that all but took his booted legs
from under him, and in the very
stagger to save himself, Captain
MacWhirr said austerely, "Don't you pay any attention to what
that man says." And then, with an indefinable change of tone,
very grave, he added, "He isn't on duty."
The sailor said nothing.
The
hurricane boomed, shaking the little place, which seemed
air-tight; and the light of the binnacle flickered all the time.
"You haven't been relieved," Captain MacWhirr went on, looking
down. "I want you to stick to the helm, though, as long as you
can. You've got the hang of her. Another man coming here might
make a mess of it. Wouldn't do. No child's play. And the hands
are probably busy with a job down below. . . . Think you can?"
The steering-gear leaped into an
abrupt short
clatter, stopped
smouldering like an ember; and the still man, with a
motionless
gaze, burst out, as if all the
passion in him had gone into his
lips: "By Heavens, sir! I can steer for ever if nobody talks to
me."
"Oh! aye! All right. . . ." The Captain lifted his eyes for the
first time to the man, ". . . Hackett."
And he seemed to
dismiss this matter from his mind. He stooped to
the engine-room speaking-tube, blew in, and bent his head. Mr.
Rout below answered, and at once Captain MacWhirr put his lips to
the mouthpiece.
With the
uproar of the gale around him he
appliedalternately his
lips and his ear, and the engineer's voice mounted to him, harsh
and as if out of the heat of an
engagement. One of the stokers
was disabled, the others had given in, the second engineer and
the donkey-man were firing-up. The third engineer was standing
by the steam-valve. The engines were being tended by hand. How
was it above?
"Bad enough. It
mostly rests with you," said Captain MacWhirr.
Was the mate down there yet? No? Well, he would be presently.
Would Mr. Rout let him talk through the speaking-tube? -- through
the deck speaking-tube, because he -- the Captain -- was going
out again on the
bridge directly. There was some trouble
amongstthe Chinamen. They were fighting, it seemed. Couldn't allow
fighting anyhow. . . .
Mr. Rout had gone away, and Captain MacWhirr could feel against
his ear the pulsation of the engines, like the beat of the ship's
heart. Mr. Rout's voice down there shouted something distantly.
The ship pitched
headlong, the pulsation leaped with a hissing
tumult, and stopped dead. Captain MacWhirr's face was impassive,
and his eyes were fixed aimlessly on the crouching shape of the
second mate. Again Mr. Rout's voice cried out in the depths, and
the pulsating beats recommenced, with slow strokes -- growing
swifter.
Mr. Rout had returned to the tube. "It don't matter much what
they do," he said,
hastily; and then, with
irritation, "She takes
these dives as if she never meant to come up again."
"Awful sea," said the Captain's voice from above.
"Don't let me drive her under," barked Solomon Rout up the pipe.
"Dark and rain. Can't see what's coming," uttered the voice.
"Must -- keep -- her -- moving -- enough to steer -- and chance
it," it went on to state distinctly.
"I am doing as much as I dare."
"We are -- getting -- smashed up -- a good deal up here,"
proceeded the voice
mildly. "Doing -- fairly well -- though. Of
course, if the wheelhouse should go. . . ."
Mr. Rout, bending an
attentive ear, muttered peevishly something
under his breath.
But the
deliberate voice up there became
animated to ask: "Jukes
turned up yet?" Then, after a short wait, "I wish he would bear
a hand. I want him to be done and come up here in case of
anything. To look after the ship. I am all alone. The second
mate's lost. . . ."
"What?" shouted Mr. Rout into the engine-room,
taking his head
away. Then up the tube he cried, "Gone
overboard?" and clapped
his ear to.