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 IN THE MIDDLE WATCH. 
 
 A VOYAGE TO THE CAPE. 
 
 A BOOK FOR THE HAMMOCK. 
 
 THE MYSTERY OF THE "OCEAN STAR." 
 
 THE ROMANCE OF JENNY HARLOWE. 
 
 AN OCEAN TRAGEDY. 
 
 MY SHIPMATE LOUISE. 
 
 ALONE ON A WIDE WIDE SEA. 
 
 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK." 
 
 THE PHANTOM DEATH. 
 
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 IS HE THE MAN? 
 THE CONVICT SHIP. 
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 THE GOOD SHIP '^MOHOCK"
 
 OPINIONS OF THE PRESS 
 
 ON 
 
 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK." 
 
 " 'The Good Ship "Mohock"' is the best Clark Russell we have 
 had for many a day, and that, we think, is reasonably high praise. It 
 contains plot enough to please the most exacting — it tells of a daring 
 conspiracy of a captain against his own passengers and ship — and is 
 laid in that particularly interesting sea period, the last clays of the old 
 sailing American liner. It is a book which the most hardened reviewer 
 could read with pleasure, and the reader who is not content with it had 
 better take refuge in Yellow Books for the remainder of his days." — 
 VVestniinsfer (iazctte. 
 
 "The story is one that only Wx. Clark Russell could have written, 
 and those who love ships and sailors and the sea will be grateful to 
 him for it." — Speaker. 
 
 " It is a capital story. . . . The scenes among the passengers when 
 confined in the cabin are highly entertaining." — Scotsman. 
 
 "It is scarcely necessary to say of any novel by Mr. Clark Russell 
 that it is a thrilling sea story. He describes the sea as no other writer 
 of our day can describe it. . . . Although Mr. Russell has described 
 many voyages, he has never described one better." — Glasgow Herald. 
 
 " The tale is a stirring account of villainy on the high seas. It must 
 be admitted that this book contains a good deal of the charm which its 
 author has led his admirers to e.xpect from him." — AtheiuFutn. 
 
 " Mr. Clark Russell's invention does not gi\e out. Piracy is an old 
 theme, but here it is treated with so many variations that one falls-to 
 as if it were a novelty." — Bookman. 
 
 " Mr. Russell's excellent story is fresh with the salt spray and breezy 
 fl-eedom of the deep." — Literary World. 
 
 "A strong, rollicking story of the sea, with adventure and love in- 
 terest. 'The Good Ship "Mohock" is, perhaps, not unlike much 
 that he has given ns before ; but neither is it inferior to his best. It is 
 secure of popularity." — Sun. 
 
 "The quality of Mr. Russell's material defies the effect of use and 
 time ; his stock of incident shows itself to be inexhaustible." — Morning 
 Post. 
 
 "It is much too late in the day to criticise Mr. Clark Russell. His 
 position is won, and we can only read and be fascinated, and kept up 
 too late o' nights. All there is to be said about the sea he says, and 
 says incomparably better than any other contemporary novelist." — 
 Daily Chronicle. 
 
 ' ' A romance of the sea very characteristic of the manner of its 
 author. It is breezy, astir with adventures ; the sea-scapes in it are 
 splendid." — Daily A'cius. 
 
 "The piracy business is ingeniously worked out, the description of 
 the passengers in the face of danger is clever, amusing, and interesting, 
 and there are some good ' thrills.' " — St. James's Gazette. 
 
 " The whole situation is a good one, and the reader's interest is well 
 kept up to the end. . . . People who like Mr. Clark Russell's breezy 
 stories will not observe symptoms of 'going off' in this his latest." — 
 Queen.
 
 THE 
 
 GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 BY 
 
 W. CLARK RUSSELL 
 
 AUTHOR OF 
 
 'the wreck of the GROSVENOR," "my shipmate LOUISE,' 
 "alone ON A WIDE WIDE SEA," ETC. 
 
 A NEW EDITION 
 
 , LONDON 
 
 CHAT TO & W INDUS 
 1897
 
 Printed hy Bai.lantvne, Hanson & Co. 
 At the Ballantyne Press
 
 
 CONTENTS 
 
 CHAP. 
 
 I. CAPTAIN AMELIU3 SINCLAIR . 
 
 II. THE SCHOONER .... 
 
 III. A ship's boat of twelve men 
 
 IV. the " MOHOCK " IS SEIZED . 
 
 V. UNDER HATCHES .... 
 
 VI. THE CAPTAIN VISITS THE PASSENGERS 
 
 VII. WE TAKE THE AIR IN GANGS 
 
 VIIL THE PASSENGERS ARE SET ASHORE. 
 
 IX. I GET AT THE TRUTH . 
 
 X. THE FRIGATE .... 
 
 XI. LIEUTENANT JERVIS, R.N. 
 
 XII. THE STORM ..... 
 
 PAGE 
 
 I 
 
 22 
 41 
 65 
 
 88 
 1 10 
 
 134 
 
 157 
 iSi 
 204 
 227 
 252 
 
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 THE 
 
 GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 CHAPTER I 
 
 CAPTAIN A MELIUS SINCLAIR 
 
 I WAS on a visit at my sister's, the widow 
 of a clergyman, when I received a letter 
 from my stepfather. Captain Sinclair, asking 
 me to join him in London. Maria said 
 "What can he want? You have not been 
 here three weeks. When does the Mohock 
 sain" 
 
 '' In about a fortnight." 
 
 " Can't he manage without you ? " said 
 Maria, who did not love her stepfather, not 
 indeed because she disliked him as a man, 
 but because he happened to be our father s 
 successor. 
 
 But Captain Sinclair was a little urgent 
 in his request, though he did not tell me 
 what he wanted ; so I left Canterbury early 
 
 A
 
 2 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 next morning, and on my arrival in London 
 drove to my stepfather's house just out of 
 the East India Dock Road. 
 
 In that year of 1844, Captain Sinclair was 
 about fifty years of age ; a tall, erect, notice- 
 ably handsome man, with well-coloured regu- 
 lar features, white teeth, a steady dark grey 
 penetrating eye ; his hair a little grey. The 
 habitual expression of his face in repose, 
 even when sleeping, was a frown ; it seemed 
 a forbidding look till he smiled, when such 
 was the grace of that expression, the frown 
 seemed to explain itself away as a corruga- 
 tion or contortion entirely natural, without 
 reference to disposition or mood. Yet it 
 prejudiced him with many — my sister, Maria 
 Holford, amongst others. He was brown 
 with sun and wind, and the easy motion of 
 the sea was in his carriage ; he had followed 
 the ocean as a calling since he was twelve 
 years of age, and was one of the most skilful 
 seamen out of the port of London ; yet he 
 looked more like a soldier than a sailor, and 
 needed but the mustache and side-whiskers 
 of the army to pass for a colonel. He had 
 married my mother ten years before this date, 
 and in this house I had come to, she had 
 died whilst he was at sea. 
 
 A cosy old house it was, with green 
 shutters and black burnished windows, and
 
 CAPTAIN A MELIUS SINCLAIR 3 
 
 snug low-pitched rooms, the walls covered 
 with marine canvases ; in the dance of the 
 firelight the ships under full sail seemed to 
 spring to the brow of the surge. In my 
 mother's room hung a picture of a schooner 
 Captain Sinclair had commanded. When 
 my mother lay dying, whilst I nursed her 
 I'd look at that schooner by the firelight and 
 the rushlight in the basin, till the blast of 
 the wide ocean stretched her milky canvas, 
 the white water flashed from her bow, and 
 over the race of her wake the sea-birds drove 
 like shadows of flying scud. I made many 
 voyages in that sick-room in the painted 
 schooner whilst my mother lay dying; and 
 when I shut my eyes, I see the wan and 
 hollow face on the pillow, and the dark 
 canvas touched with the fire-glow, and the 
 schooner in the midst of it white as light, 
 growing with life upon the steadfast sight 
 till it became reality itself, and I hear the 
 wind seething betwixt her masts and the cry 
 of the gulls. 
 
 "Well, Laura," said Captain Sinclair, giving 
 me a kiss on the cheek, " I am glad you have 
 come. You turn-to willingly. You ought to 
 have been a sailor's child." He patted my 
 face, then carelessly asked after Maria, as 
 though he would not heed my answer any- 
 how, and told me to go upstairs and remove
 
 4 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 my things, by which time dinner would be 
 served, and he would then tell me why he 
 had sent for me. 
 
 When we were at table, he said with a 
 smile, " Now for the startling revelation. I'm 
 going to give you a treat. I shall take you 
 to New York with me this trip. The owners 
 consent, and you shall have a cabin next 
 mine. How do you like the idea ? " 
 
 I was surprised, perhaps a little startled. 
 In those days a voyage across the Atlantic 
 was reckoned a more considerable undertak- 
 ing than a journey round the world is now. 
 I had never been to sea. Ever since Captain 
 Sinclair married my mother he had held 
 commands of importance, but had never 
 offered to carry one of us on a voyage with 
 him. 
 
 Observing me silent and surprised, staring 
 at him, he exclaimed, " Oh, but you'll come. 
 The voyage is fine enough at this season. 
 You'll make friends — which you need ; you're 
 getting on. Two-and-twenty, is it? About 
 time that a husband turned up, hey? You 
 shall be berthed by some friends of mine at 
 New York." 
 
 " I think I should enjoy the voyage after 
 all," said I, suddenly taking a fancy to the 
 offer. "But why now? Why not earlier 
 — throughout the last ten years — or later?
 
 CAPTAIN A MELIUS SINCLAIR 5 
 
 You'll not retire for some time yet. Why 
 this voyage ? " said I. 
 
 " Because," he answered with one of his 
 stern looks, "the master of a ship isn't her 
 owner. I get you this passage as a favour. 
 I should have thought you'd jump at it." 
 
 " Shall we be a crowd ? " 
 
 "The average number," 
 
 " I daresay Maria would go if you asked 
 her." 
 
 " I daresay she would," he answered sar- 
 castically. " Come, I am offering you a fine 
 treat. Be grateful and don't trouble me with 
 Maria." 
 
 I had seen very little of him since he 
 returned from his last voyage, and I thought, 
 whilst we talked at dinner that day and after- 
 wards, that he was depressed and worried. He 
 looked careworn and anxious, and would again 
 and again sink in deep thought, drumming 
 upon the knuckles of his left hand. I attri- 
 buted this to his " affairs," as they call it, 
 being embarrassed. I had heard he was in 
 debt, though to what extent I could not 
 guess. In fact, though he had used the sea 
 all his life, he was a poor man when he 
 married my mother, who had brought him 
 a few thousand pounds, all of which was 
 gone, lost, be would tell us, in ill-judged 
 speculations in shipping. My sister and I
 
 6 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 were separately endowed, and I was as in- 
 dependent of my stepfather as a hundred 
 and forty pounds a year could make me. 
 But I am bound to say he never allowed 
 me to spend a shilling of my own money 
 on his home. Indeed, he made me presents, 
 treated me with the free heart of a sailor. I 
 was his companion when he was ashore and 
 kept his home when he was at sea, so that 
 whilst I cannot say that I had any parti- 
 cularly warm affection for him, yet I had a 
 certain liking for, and was even attached to 
 him, and was entirely without my sister's pre- 
 judice, whose views I laughed at ; for why 
 should not people marry twice, or as often 
 as they can get rid of their mates who are 
 called bone of their bone, who sacramentally 
 are indissolubly one with them? The dead 
 cannot be pained, and there is no disloyalty 
 in the transference of passion from what death 
 has made a memory of to a beating heart and 
 a fine figure. 
 
 Next morning, after a good night's rest, I 
 found myself willing and eager to make the 
 voyage. He had given me a home-thrust 
 when he spoke of my getting on in years, of 
 my being twenty-two, in short. I had seen 
 very little of the world. The company we 
 kept was chiefly, indeed wholly, maritime — 
 it had been so in my mother's life. I own I
 
 CAPTAIN A MELIUS SINCLAIR 7 
 
 never much enjoyed the society of captains 
 and mates. One young fellow, a handsome, 
 high-hearted boy of eighteen or nineteen, fell 
 in love with me and proposed in a letter ; 
 independent as I was, I would do nothing 
 without consulting Captain Sinclair. He was 
 away when the letter reached me, and before 
 he returned my young sweetheart sailed as 
 third mate of an Indiaman, and was drowned 
 by the capsizing of a boat ojSF Madeira. 
 
 Captain Sinclair took me to view the ship 
 this same morning after breakfast. Though 
 I had dwelt long in the neighbourhood of the 
 docks, I had never visited them ; which is 
 perfectly consistent with Cockney tradition, 
 for I have heard of people who, though they 
 lived within a bowshot of St. Paul's and 
 Westminster Abbey, yet never in all their 
 lives entered the door of either building. 
 Well, it is true a girl need not plead for 
 being ignorant of such a scene of commerce 
 as the docks of the Thames. And still, when 
 I looked round me from the deck of the 
 Mohock, I could scarcely imagine that the 
 life of a city offered a more stirring, inspirit- 
 ing picture than this amazing show of lofty 
 spars, brilliant bunting, trembling in the dim 
 blue of the river sky ; quay- sides covered with 
 machinery, and the produce of the world 
 lifting and sinking at the end of huge cranes.
 
 8 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 Seamen sang songs as they wound round 
 capstans ; from time to time the shrill com- 
 mand of a boatswain's pipe sang from a tall 
 forecastle ; a large Indiaman was moving 
 out of the dock ; her drunken crew were 
 sprawling and bawling about her bowsprit ; 
 a knot of passengers upon the poop waved 
 handkerchiefs and kissed hands to a crowd 
 upon the pier, many of them in tears. She 
 was a noble ship, and sat as haughtily as an 
 English frigate upon the waters. 
 
 " She is for Madras," said Captain Sinclair. 
 "How do you like the Mohock r" 
 
 I had seen nothing then but the decks and 
 rigging. It is difficult to judge of a ship's 
 hull in dock, though as we approached to 
 board her I had noticed that she was painted 
 black, with a rope of gilt along the length 
 of her on either side as an embellishment, 
 also that she had sparkling stern windows, 
 with much handsome flourishing of gilt 
 round about them and upon her quarters ; 
 her " run," as it is called, came aft in a 
 clipper- like sweep. Captain Sinclair had 
 pointed this out to me, and said that when 
 the wind filled her sails she shredded the sea 
 with the grace and speed of a hare running 
 through wet grass and flinging a mist to the 
 sunshine. 
 
 I must ask you to look at this ship with
 
 CAPTAIN A MELIUS SINCLAIR 9 
 
 me if you mean to read my story ; it is she, 
 not I, that is the heroine of an extraordinary 
 adventure related in these pages truthfully for 
 the first time, with the help of another hand, 
 but not without compunction, for I cannot 
 forget that my mother loved the man. 
 
 In those days the American clipper did the 
 work that is continued by the magnificent 
 steamers of our own times. By American, 
 I mean English ships trading to America. 
 Most of them were sumptuously furnished. 
 They were built to sail fast, and often made 
 rapid passages ; some of the best sailed from 
 the Mersey, but the Thames also despatched 
 a fine fleet. 
 
 The Mohock was one of the handsomest of 
 her class. She was flush-decked, and you 
 looked from her tafi"rail right along a platform 
 of almond- white plank, rising with a dominant 
 spring into the bows, unbroken throughout 
 the length save by the galley, longboat, sky- 
 lights, and huge windlass forward. I followed 
 my stepfather into the cabin, and found my- 
 self in a drawing-room. The dock wall and 
 the ships beyond darkened the cabin windows, 
 and yet there was a light as of noou in the 
 glance of the skylights in the fine mirrors, in 
 globes of crystal, and panels of cream and 
 gilt. I stood upon a thick, soft carpet. At 
 the extremity was a handsome piano. On
 
 lo THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 either hand ran the cabins, rounding into two 
 large berths under the wheel. The Captain 
 opened the door of one next his, which was 
 the left-hand cabin right aft. It was a snug 
 sleeping-room, and furnished like a bedroom 
 
 ashore. 
 
 "Does the taste for the trip grow with 
 you ? " said my stepfather, looking at me. 
 
 " I think it does," I answered ; " it will be 
 like yachting." 
 
 Some people came on board, and detained 
 him in talk, and I hung about till I was 
 tired. I found something in my stepfather's 
 manner that kept puzzling me all the while I 
 thought of it whilst I roamed here and there, 
 looking down into the hold, into which cargo 
 was being lowered, or watching the scene of 
 ships from the rail. There was no elasticity 
 in his manner of supposing that I should 
 enjoy the journey. There was no glow of 
 heartiness whatever in his manner of showing 
 me around. His behaviour had the lifeless- 
 ness of the mechanical hireling — of the ship's 
 steward say, who does his duty woodenly. 
 There can be no doubt his constant mood was 
 hard through money troubles. 
 
 I did not mean to notice his manner, how- 
 ever. If he wanted my sympathy and help, 
 he was welcome to both, at the slender ex- 
 pense of a confidential chat. We dined at
 
 CAPTAIN A MELIUS SINCLAIR n 
 
 the Brunswick Hotel, and he sent me home 
 in a cab. When he came home, I heard him 
 ask the servant who let him in some question, 
 but did not catch it. He entered the room 
 looking at his watch, and whilst we sat at tea 
 was absent and troubled. He would some- 
 times go to the window and peer out. Once 
 or twice he viewed me so earnestly that I 
 thought he was going to tell me the cause 
 of his worry. Indeed he talked but little. 
 What he said concerned the ship, and my 
 requirements for the voyage to New York 
 and back. In the midst of this the house- 
 bell was pulled, and one blow struck with 
 the knocker. 
 
 " Oh ! " says Captain Sinclair, jumping up, 
 "the man I am expecting. Step into the 
 study. I must be private." 
 
 His manner was a little agitated : he had 
 turned a shade pale when the bell rang, and 
 was now somewhat flushed. I lingered for 
 some reason I forget. This irritated him, 
 and he said with impatience : 
 
 " You can do that when he's gone. Pray 
 step out as I ask you." 
 
 When I opened the parlour door, the 
 servant had answered the house-bell, and 
 the man was coming in. I felt a curiosity, 
 and glanced at him keenly as I stepped 
 through the passage. He was a tall, thin,
 
 12 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK'' 
 
 sinewy man, dressed in a seafaring cap and 
 
 monkey-jacket. He wore a shawl round his 
 
 neck after the fashion of the 'longshoremen 
 
 of the beach. I thought I caught the glint 
 
 of earrings. His hair was long, curling, 
 
 and shining as with oil: he had a small 
 
 yellow moustache, but despite this I guessed 
 
 him a sailor, at least of the coastal type. 
 
 I saw what I have described to you in 
 
 just one quick narrow look, then entered the 
 
 Captain's little room which he called his 
 
 study, and afterwards went to my bedroom, 
 
 where I remained till I was summoned to 
 
 supper. It was then half-past nine, and I 
 
 guessed that the man had not long left by 
 
 tasting the fumes of tobacco newly lighted : 
 
 the Captain did not smoke. He said not a 
 
 word about this visitor, nor did I ask any 
 
 questions. 
 
 To-night his spirits appeared to have im- 
 proved. He filled a tumbler with brandy and 
 water and drank with a face of gaiety. 
 
 "How do you like the notion of removing 
 from this part of London ? " said he. 
 
 "There are more fashionable quarters," I 
 answered. 
 
 " But none so convenient to the seaman. 
 This furniture would stock us a comfortable 
 little inland cottage," said he, looking round 
 the room with reluctance in each remove of
 
 CAPTAIN A MELIUS SINCLAIR 13 
 
 his gaze as it travelled. " Much belonged 
 to your mother. There is much of my find- 
 ing too." 
 
 " Do you mean to break up house ? " 
 
 " I don't think so. Whilst I remain a 
 sailor I must be near ships. When I die, 
 you'll live with your sister, I suppose ? " 
 
 " No ; we shouldn't get on. I might live 
 near her." 
 
 " I'd like to see you mated before I go 
 aloft," said he, lying back in his chair and 
 smiling at me with an expression that sweet- 
 ened the frown out of his face till I found 
 a real beauty then in his manly looks. " I 
 wish your sister were as good-humoured as 
 you. She'll never forgive me for marrying 
 your mother, and if I should prove a true 
 father to you, find you a husband, settle 
 you handsomely, how would it be with her 
 then? Should I be justifying your mother 
 and myself in her sight ? " 
 
 His frown came back with the sarcasm in 
 his speech. I looked at him suspiciously, 
 and said : 
 
 ** Am I to go to New York to be mar- 
 ried ? " 
 
 " Perhaps," he answered, lancing his teeth 
 with a silver toothpick. 
 
 " I shall have a great deal to say in that 
 matter."
 
 14 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK » 
 
 "Let the man come along and you shall 
 be heard," said he with a grin at my bridling 
 figure and perhaps the general hot look of me, 
 for I felt a heat in my cheeks, and I daresay 
 my eyes weren't wanting in light. 
 
 They used to call me handsome, but at 
 this time of day I can speak of that without 
 emotion. My hair was very abundant, and 
 of an extremely dark red. My eyes were 
 large, a dark brown, soft, and eloquent. I 
 was slightly above the middle height, and 
 don't know that there was a fault in my 
 shape if it were not for an over-moulded 
 ripeness of bust. She whom I am describing 
 lies dust in the grave of years : who describes 
 her is another, bowed, wrinkled, deaf, and 
 nearly blind. 
 
 Until the ship sailed I was full of the 
 business of making ready to go. It was a 
 half-formed fancy in my head that Captain 
 Sinclair knew of a man in New York who 
 would offer for me when he saw me ; or 
 perhaps such a worthy was to make one of 
 the passengers. Now I was as willing to 
 marry as any healthy young woman of twenty- 
 two could well be ; but I myself, of my own 
 discernment and love, must choose the man 
 I was to live with till death. That was 
 certain. Nothing, therefore, that Captain 
 Sinclair had in contemplation could render
 
 CAPTAIN A MELIUS SINCLAIR 15 
 
 me in the least uneasy. My will was of 
 steel in this way : not the gods themselves 
 could have strategied me into wedlock. 
 
 Two or three days before we sailed I picked 
 up a maritime journal Captain Sinclair was 
 in the habit of reading, and carelessly turning 
 it about, lighted upon this item of news : 
 
 "The fine clipper ship MoJwcJc, 1000 tons, 
 Amelius Sinclair, commander, sails from the 
 Thames on Thursday for New York. She 
 carries a full cargo and ^98,000 in gold. 
 Amongst her passengers are Colonel Nathan 
 P. Wills and lady, Monsignor Luard, the 
 distinguished preacher, and Jonas E.. Jackson, 
 the well-known comedian, who is returning 
 to his native country after fulfilling a series 
 of successful engagements in Great Britain." 
 
 I clipped the paragraph and enclosed it to 
 my sister in a letter of farewell. 
 
 My luggage was sent to the ship on 
 Wednesday, and on Thursday, at about 
 eleven o'clock in the morning, I went alone 
 on board the MoJiock. I found the vessel 
 a grand scene of confusion. The main-deck 
 was littered with boxes, coils of rope, chests 
 and bales of stuff which yet remained to be 
 stowed away somewhere. There was a great 
 crowd of people. The Mohock was taking 
 out some twenty steerage passengers, and 
 some forty or fifty of their relations and
 
 i6 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 friends were on board seeing them off. It 
 was odd that I should have found time to 
 notice a boy with a mild, freckled, maternal 
 face sitting on the edge of the hatch nursing 
 a silent, staring baby — a strange image of 
 mute, innocent forlornness ! Blue Peter was 
 rippling at the fore royal masthead, and a 
 number of sailors were winding round a 
 capstan singing a song of melancholy melody 
 as they stamped. The sun shone brightly. 
 It was a spacious, gay morning, the wind a 
 steady breeze that trembled harp-like off 
 the taut resonant rigging. The clouds were 
 going down the breeze like birds, and through 
 the shrouds of adjacent ships I spied the 
 canvas — now white, noAv red, the full bosom 
 of the square sail, the lean pinions of the 
 schooner — of scores of vessels in motion upon 
 the river. 
 
 I had been introduced to the mate of the 
 ship at my stepfather's house. lie was a man 
 named Gordon, about forty years old, of an 
 antique pattern in his seafaring looks and 
 dress. His face was without hair, save two 
 dim streaks of iron grey eyebrow, and the 
 skin was burnt and troubled by weather to 
 the look and surface of red morocco. Though 
 the month was the beginning of September 
 and a warm morning, this man standing in 
 the gangway was dressed in stout pilot cloth,
 
 CAPTAIN AM ELI US SINCLAIR 17 
 
 heavy square-toed boots, which sheathed the 
 legs with leather to the knees under the 
 trousers, a red flannel shirt, and stick-up 
 collar. 
 
 He saluted me with a flourish of his round 
 hat, and asked for the Captain. I could give 
 him no information. He said the ship waited 
 for liim, and he would be glad of the signal 
 to start, " if only to clear the decks," he added 
 with a sour look at the jumble and muddle 
 of people talking and crying, again and again 
 straining one another in farewells. It was 
 easy to see his sensibilities were salted hard 
 as the meat he had fed on for years. 
 
 He accompanied me to the companion 
 hatch, down which he bawled with the notes 
 of a gale of wind for the stewardess. When 
 she showed herself he called out, " Here's Miss 
 Sinclair arrived ; see to her, Mrs. Yorrock," 
 and left me. 
 
 After the noise and hurry of the main-deck, 
 this cuddy or saloon seemed quiet as a theatre 
 when all the people have left. And yet there 
 were plenty of passengers about, a dozen, I 
 daresay, out of the sixteen which I afterwards 
 discovered formed our number. In those days 
 of slow and tedious travelling, passengers 
 starting on a voyage, if their ship sailed from 
 the London river, found it convenient and 
 cheap to go on board in the docks. More- 
 
 B
 
 i8 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 over, the Mohock did not call at Plymouth 
 this time. People sat at the long table, 
 writing letters or chatting, and two men were 
 drinking champagne. I caught the drawl of 
 the American, and also noticed a Roman 
 Catholic priest reading in a little book. Mrs. 
 Yorrock led me to my cabin, where I found 
 the luggage I immediately needed, and I 
 stayed below for about an hour, putting away 
 my things and making the berth comfortable. 
 When I went on deck, the first person I saw 
 was Captain Sinclair. He talked near the 
 wheel with one of the two Americans who 
 had been drinking champagne in the cabin. 
 I was surprised to find the ship in the middle 
 of the river, towing down behind a little 
 splashing tug, from whose lofty funnel, dog's 
 eared at the top, broke such a long dark 
 line of smoke that the leeward prospect was 
 hidden by it. The voyage had begun. 
 
 The ship floated proudly under the red 
 flag of England and the beautiful colours of 
 America ; the shores, gloomy with buildings 
 and chimneys and complicate with shipping 
 hugging the wharves, took a lofty romantic 
 character merely from the stately slowness 
 of their passing. The forecastle was full of 
 passengers and sailors, and the quarter-deck 
 was well covered with moving figures. What- 
 ever there was of glass or brass burnt bravely
 
 CAPTAIN AMELIUS SINCLAIR 19 
 
 to the sun ; the ruled shadows of the rigging 
 crawled over the white planks with our 
 passage : and the breast of the river was a 
 wonder of life and colour, with its hundred 
 sail of all sorts coming and going, walking 
 the sliding measure of the minuet to the 
 music of the wind. 
 
 My stepfather called me, and introduced 
 his companion, Colonel Nathan P. Wills, a 
 man with a forked beard and aquiline nose, 
 and legs which began at the buttons above 
 his coat-tails. 
 
 " A nice little stream this," said this gentle- 
 man. " Pity it hasn't got the breadth of some 
 of our rivers." 
 
 " Even the breath would do," said I. 
 
 "Yes, I think the Isle of Dogs lasts all the 
 way to Gravesend," said Captain Sinclair. 
 
 A young lady — I judged her a bride, not 
 so much by her clothes as by the looks of her 
 companion — came up to us with her arm in 
 a young clergyman's. 
 
 " What is that ship," said she, with a 
 pretty smile. 
 
 "A convict hulk," answered Captain 
 Sinclair. 
 
 "How sad!" she exclaimed. "Are those 
 things hanging up in strings shirts?" 
 
 " Prisoners' linen," answered my step- 
 father, looking darkly at the hulk.
 
 20 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 "There may be eyes at those barred 
 portholes watching us, " said the clergyman. 
 *' What thoughts must visit them out of 
 such a noble picture of liberty as this ship 
 makes ! There may be pure and honest 
 fancies in some of the prisoners' minds, 
 resolutions beautiful but hopeless, remind- 
 ing one of the mournful wheeling of gold- 
 fish in a crystal bowl." 
 
 They gazed awhile in silence, then walked 
 off. 
 
 " Bound west for the * moon,' I reckon," 
 said the Colonel. " The Falls, you bet, and 
 a lecture and magic-lantern show for the 
 people of the parish they are raising sky- 
 wards." 
 
 "He's a poetical parson," said my step- 
 father. " ' Give me a file afore all the Bibles 
 in the world,' said Jack Sheppard to the 
 Ordinary. That's the philosophy yonder." 
 
 A gentleman with a comic face, blue with 
 the razor, deep black eyes, habited in a cloak 
 and a sugar-loafed hat, approached us. He 
 was Mr. Jonas R. Jackson, the celebrated 
 American comedian. 
 
 " Captain," said he, " do you expect to make 
 a good run to Gravesend ? " 
 
 We all laughed. 
 
 " Jackson," cried the Colonel, " why didn't 
 you take to the sea instead of the stage ?
 
 CAPTAIN A MELIUS SINCLAIR 21 
 
 Those be the boards for a real man," and he 
 stamped his foot. 
 
 " I never could have borne to give it up," 
 answered Mr. Jackson. " The ship sticks to 
 the barnacle, but the devotion is the bar- 
 nacle's. So it would have been with me. It 
 would have broken my heart to be torn by 
 disease or age from this noble profession of 
 salt horse, and cold wet nights, and the work- 
 house always within hail of the flying jib-boom 
 end." 
 
 " I knew a man," continued Mr. Jackson, 
 "who left the sea and started a school. He 
 discovered that his house was three hundred 
 and fifty feet above the level of the ocean, 
 and he couldn't stand it. He took to his bed 
 and died stone broke." 
 
 The luncheon-bell rang, and we descended 
 to the saloon.
 
 CHAPTER II 
 
 THE SCHOONER 
 
 The Moliock arrived late in the evening off 
 Gravesend, and slept all night abreast of that 
 town at a mooring buoy. The remaining 
 cabin passengers came on board, for we were 
 to sail early in the morning. I walked the 
 deck with Captain Sinclair and others, one 
 of whom was Mrs. Wills, wife of the Colonel, an 
 immensely stout, good-natured, rather vulgar 
 woman, entirely shapeless in bulk, and crowned 
 with a wig like a negro's head of hair, only 
 that it was a sort of lilac. Her lips were like 
 parings of tomato. I believe she had been 
 on the stage, and I observed that at the dinner 
 table she conversed with a certain off-hand 
 frankness with Mr. Jackson, who looked a full 
 perception of her past, whilst his manner and 
 speech must have reassured her. 
 
 I was beginning to enjoy myself. This was 
 a new scene of existence, and I liked it. 
 There could be no more thorough change 
 from the somewhat tedious insipid days of my
 
 THE SCHOONER 23 
 
 life ashore. Those first houi's of night ; the 
 silence and the mystery and uncertainty of 
 darkness upon the breast of the streaming 
 waters are one of the clearest of my memories. 
 The lights of Gravesend sparkle windily upon 
 the dusky low loom of the land ; here and 
 there a light forlornly winks upon the flat, 
 black level opposite ; ships pass and repass — 
 pale shapes of cloud ; the spars of our own 
 vessel soar star-high, and the brilliants of the 
 sky trembling in the squares of the rigging 
 and gleaming in jewels at the yardarms, 
 measure to the vision the promise of a spread 
 of wing that makes a miracle of the slender 
 hull of the clipper. 
 
 When I awoke in the morning, Gravesend 
 was far astern, and the wide river lay in a 
 bed of glittering light under the bows, with 
 the soaring sun flashing over large spaces of 
 clouds like banks of snow. The tug was 
 running us through smooth water, and the 
 reflection of a brassy motionless cloud on the 
 left went with us. A few pinions of canvas 
 glanced like marble between the masts and 
 to the jib-boom ends. It was a sweet air, 
 and a glad picture to rise from one's bed to : 
 a morning of silver clouds and sunshine on 
 the sails. 
 
 And it was very well till the afternoon ; 
 then a breeze sprang up, the tug had let go
 
 24 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK'' 
 
 of us — the swell of the sea was to be felt like 
 a pulse in the river's mouth. The ship was 
 clothed to her trucks and leaned from the 
 wind, and the white water from her bows 
 rolled in a glittering race to her wake, dying 
 out in a pale stream far astern in the diamond 
 trembling of the wind-brushed waters. 
 
 I was suffering from headache and nausea, 
 but hearing that the ship was royally clothed 
 ■ — the clergyman who had sighed at sight of 
 the prison hulk came below with a face of 
 delight to carry his wife on deck to view the 
 picture — I stepped above, and stood beside 
 the wheel ; but I was too sick for sentiment. 
 I felt the vessel's stern heave and fall, and 
 heard the sob and laugh of spinning waters 
 under the counter ; so I immediately returned 
 below and for two days lay miserably ill, in 
 which time I was frequently visited by my 
 stepfather, who saw that the stewardess failed 
 me in nothing. 
 
 When eventually I crawled upon deck on 
 the arm of the stewardess, I emerged into a 
 scene as full of freshness and glory to me as 
 the world of the poet's youth was to him. A 
 strong wind blew, yet the ship sailed steadily 
 on her side ; no land was in sight ; the sea 
 was a dark blue everywhere, glancing in lines 
 of melting heads of froth, and small white 
 clouds were scaling off the sky, like a scatter-
 
 THE SCHOONER 25 
 
 ing of large blobs of foam up there. Close to 
 was a black ship which we were slowly passing. 
 She was sheathed with green metal, and 
 plunged more than we did, and the water leapt 
 in white flashes from her gaunt flanks and 
 haunches. She heeled over till we could see 
 her dark decks full of people, and the German 
 flag flew at her gaff end. I watched her with 
 delight ; she was no beauty as a ship, yet 
 she showed like a romance of nature in that 
 setting of sea, with the full and milky bosoms 
 of her canvas bowing to us, and the clouds of 
 the horizon fanning betwixt the wings at her 
 jib-boom. 
 
 Monsignor Luard came up and talked to 
 me. He was a tall, gentlemanly man, with 
 fine, dark speaking eyes, of French extraction ; 
 but he spoke English well, with an American 
 accent. He was full of the old home, and he 
 talked of the city of Canterbury with a coun- 
 tenance of ecstasy. The Rev. Mr. Macbride, 
 the young married parson, drew near. 
 
 " I cannot behold such a cathedral without 
 grudging it to you," says Monsignor, smiling. 
 " There Becket was slain, and there those 
 who are of Becket's faith should continue to 
 worship." 
 
 " I don't quite see that/' said Mr. Macbride, 
 nervously. 
 
 Monsignor, looking down upon him, con-
 
 26 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 tinned to smile. "The cathedral was built 
 by the Papists, as you call us," said he. 
 
 " It was built by our forefathers," said Mr. 
 Macbride, spunkily, "who reformed their faith 
 and went on worshipping in the churches that 
 belonged to them." 
 
 Monsignor Luard bowed and made no 
 answer. 
 
 I thought whilst I listened to them, "I 
 wonder if the husband my stepfather has in 
 his eye for me is on board ? " It was a silly 
 thought. I had no earthly reason to conclude 
 that the Captain was taking me this voyage 
 with the idea of getting me married. Still 
 I cast my eyes about the deck. We were 
 but sixteen in the cabin, not counting the 
 surgeon and mates. I knew them all, that 
 is, by sight ; half a score were visible whilst 
 I stood talking with Monsignor. There was 
 no man likely to make me a husband amongst 
 us. Besides the people I have named, I recol- 
 lect a German Jew named Bergheim, another 
 who was a civil engineer — I forget his name, 
 And two or three ladies of no moment here. 
 
 "Did you ever cross theequator, Monsignor?" 
 says Colonel Nathan Wills, strolling up. 
 
 " Thrice," answered the other. 
 
 " What was the longest time a ship was ever 
 becalmed on the line ? " asked the Colonel. 
 
 Monsignor shrugged.
 
 THE SCHOONER 27 
 
 Mr. Macbride exclaimed, ** Would you say 
 a week ? " 
 
 My stepfather hearing this, stepped from 
 the binnacle and exclaimed, " The longest 
 time I can't say. Twelve years ago I was 
 becalmed for fifty days at one stretch." 
 
 "Fifty days!" burst out Mr. Macbride, 
 shrivelling his lips as though whistling. 
 
 " Old Father Dominick was in the right," 
 said Monsignor Luard. " He boasted of hav- 
 ing cut the line five times, and that's enough, 
 says he, in a wise man's opinion. He con- 
 sidered you mad to cross the equator, unless 
 you went purely to serve God. He has these 
 words : ' I never found any manner of altera- 
 tion in myself or anything else, that is, through 
 crossing the equator.' " 
 
 "We owe the Flying Dutchman and the 
 mermaid to the early wondering wanderers," 
 said the Colonel. 
 
 " I remember," exclaimed my stepfather, 
 " a passenger, a person of average intelligence, 
 after crossing the equator expressing his 
 astonishment at finding rainbows the same as 
 in England." 
 
 "We don't cross the equator to get to 
 America, I think ? " said Mr. Macbride, doubt- 
 fully. 
 
 Monsignor viewed him with silent surprise ; 
 my stepfather returned to the binnacle stand.
 
 28 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 and I went a little way forward, leaving the 
 parson to be answered by the Colonel. 
 
 I had now the spirits and the humour to 
 enjoy the beauty of the ship, and walking 
 up to the mate who stood in the swinging 
 shadows of the main rigging with his hands 
 behind him looking straight aloft, I pointed 
 up and asked him what that sail was. 
 
 "The main royal," he answered, with an 
 uneasy glance at the Captain, for at sea the 
 mate in charge has no business to talk with 
 the passengers. 
 
 I stepped back and took in the whole 
 shining frame of canvas that dwindled on 
 high into the little sail the man had named ; 
 it swelled cloud-like from the yard, as though 
 rejoicing in its privacy of splendour. Oh ! 
 what is nobler than a ship in full sail clothed 
 with the fire of the sun ? I leaned over the 
 side watching the passing frostwork of foam, 
 more delicate and beautiful than the green 
 lace of leaves against the sky. The ship 
 carried studding sails, and the heeling canvas 
 whitened the water as though it were the 
 silver gleams cast by the wings of a swan. 
 The life of the glorious day was in the vessel 
 — not in her own foaming speeding only, nor 
 in the spirit of vitality I seemed to find in 
 every swollen cloth ; it was in the passengers 
 too; children were playing in the scuppers.
 
 THE SCHOONER 29 
 
 groups on the quarter-deck lounged in cosy 
 talk, there was an alacrity in the motion of 
 the sailors, a cheerful hoarseness in the crow- 
 ing of the cocks, and the smoke from the 
 galley chimney flew merrily down upon the 
 sea over the bulwark rail. 
 
 This fine weather and still finer breeze 
 lasted some days, and drove us eight hundred 
 miles towards the heart of the North Atlantic. 
 The voyage promised in sunshine and company 
 to be as jolly as a yachting jaunt, and again 
 and again I told Captain Sinclair that I had 
 never enjoyed myself so much in my life. 
 The passengers were exceedingly agreeable. 
 Mr. Jackson was excellent company at table ; 
 never went louder laughter through a ship's 
 skylight than ours through the Mohock's, 
 and I peculiarly relished some quiet strolls 
 and equally quiet arguments with Monsignor 
 Luard. I speedily saw that, priest-like, he 
 would be glad to convert me, and I was 
 pleased to let him see by my opinions and 
 views how well sunk were the foundations of 
 my faith as an English Churchwoman. 
 
 But, unconsciously to themselves, the most 
 diverting people on board were Mr. and Mrs. 
 Macbride. They were fresh from a rural 
 parish ; the hayseed smelt strongly in their 
 hair, as the sailor says, and this was a scene 
 of wonder and enchantment. They smiled
 
 30 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 arm in arm all day long, peered into every- 
 thing, asked questions from morning till 
 night. I see them now, always arm in arm, 
 abreast of the galley, and smiling into the 
 doorway past which the cook and his mate 
 were at work. Captain Sinclair, standing 
 beside me, said, " He's a good cook, but he's 
 a sot, and swears terribly ; I wish he mayn't 
 scald himself or break anything whilst Adam 
 and Eve yonder are looking on." 
 
 It was strange he should have said this ; 
 for a moment later the clergyman whipped 
 his bride round, she still smiling, he with 
 a face pale with disgust. Captain Sinclair, 
 biting his lip, walked aft. But the clergy- 
 man soon rallied his spirits, whilst she clearly 
 had heard nothing she understood, and pre- 
 sently they were at their old amusement of 
 staring and prying again, smiling at the hen- 
 coops, peeping under the longboat at the 
 old sow, stepping aft to examine the pumps, 
 whose mechanism I overheard him explain- 
 ing to her, then inspecting the quarter-deck 
 capstan, whose use he with smiling civility 
 called to the mate to explain, but old Gordon 
 with a sour leer told him that he had the 
 ship to look after, and that as he was a man 
 born with but one head and two hands, he 
 never undertook two jobs at once. 
 
 This day I noticed for the first time a
 
 THE SCHOONER 31 
 
 gloom and anxiety in the looks of my step- 
 father. He had been comparatively cheerful 
 to this period. He now recalled the manner 
 I had remarked in him when I met him on 
 returning home from my sister's. He held 
 aloof, walked the deck alone, spoke only 
 when he was accosted, and then briefly. 
 
 They usually dined at three on board the 
 American packets in those days, and at half- 
 past seven a substantial meat-tea was served. 
 Some time before we were summoned to this 
 last meal I had been walking the deck with 
 a lady, and I thought to myself that my 
 stepfather seemed to be keeping a curiously 
 vigilant look-out upon the sea. He would dart 
 a falcon glance at the horizon from under a 
 seemingly drowsy droop of lid, sweeping with 
 those lightning quick looks the line of the 
 deep on either hand. His handsome face was 
 grim with its habitual frown. I wondered 
 if he expected a shift of wind, or saw signs 
 of a change of weather in the flight of the 
 clouds and the ragged line of the sea-circle, 
 defined as the edge of a saw against the hard, 
 faint, distant blue of the afternoon. 
 
 When we went below to tea, I heard him 
 at the head of the companion ladder call to 
 the second mate, one Mr, Tumbull, to report 
 anything that should heave in sight. He took 
 his place in silence, merely giving a stiff bow
 
 32 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK'' 
 
 to one or two of the ladies. Sunset still threw 
 a red glare over the green Atlantic, but down 
 in this cabin the lamps were lighted, for the 
 dusk of the night was inside the ship. Most 
 of the gentlemen seemed in high spirits. 
 
 "Let me send you a slice of this pork, 
 Captain," called out Colonel Wills. 
 
 "I do not digest pork," answered the 
 Captain, distantly. 
 
 " Well, I am one of those clever people who 
 do not trouble to digest," said the Colonel with 
 a loud laugh, helping himself to a great slice. 
 
 " Mr. Jackson," exclaimed Mr. Bergheim, 
 "what might be your opinion of Mr. Mac- 
 ready Fenton?" 
 
 " Why, that he's one of those clever men 
 who can do everything but get a living," 
 answered Mr. Jackson. 
 
 " Ain't he an imitator of yours, Jackson ? " 
 called Colonel Wills. 
 
 " So they say," answered the actor. " One 
 of those chaps who pull the feathers from a 
 brother's tail ; but he can't stop me from 
 flying." 
 
 "I had read that your mantle would fall 
 upon him," said Mr. Bergheim earnestly. 
 
 "He'll be glad when he gets it," said Mr. 
 Jackson, with a sarcastic glance at his own 
 coat, which was a brand new garment of a 
 very loud pattern.
 
 THE SCHOONER 33 
 
 " We shall have made a good run by to- 
 morrow, Captain, if this wind lasts," said 
 Monsignor Luard. 
 
 " Yes, sir ; we are a fast ship." 
 
 *' Do you know, I am of opinion that steam 
 will never supersede sail," said Mr. Macbride, 
 looking nervously around. 
 
 Mr. Jackson, leaning backwards to see me 
 past the huge figure of Mrs. Wills, whom I 
 sat next to, exclaimed, contorting his face, 
 " Do you know why man is inferior to beasts ? 
 Because beasts have no opinions." 
 
 Mrs. Wills chuckled in her bust, and said 
 in a deep voice, " One beast has, though." 
 
 " That is my opinion," said Mr. Macbride. 
 
 Nobody cared about the subject and it 
 dropped. 
 
 The Colonel told a story of two men who 
 
 went into partnership. Each wanted the 
 
 other to die. One was consumptive, the 
 
 other rheumatic. He amused us with his 
 
 description of the pleasure the rheumatic 
 
 man took in saying that he didn't think his 
 
 partner looked so well, and the happiness of 
 
 the other when, in answer to inquiries, he'd 
 
 say, " You should have heard him a-holler- 
 
 ing." Mr. Bergheim laughed heartily at this. 
 
 In the midst of this gentleman's high notes 
 
 of merriment my stepfather rose, bowed, and 
 
 went on deck. 
 
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 34 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 " Anything going to happen to the weather, 
 Mr. Gordon ? " said the Colonel to the mate, 
 who was following the Captain. 
 
 "If I could answer that question, gentle- 
 men," answered Mr. Gordon, halting at the 
 foot of the steps, " I'd not be mate of a ship," 
 and with that he went up the ladder, leaving 
 us to guess his reason. 
 
 "He means, of course, that he would get 
 his fortune ashore," said Monsignor Luard. 
 
 "The Captain doesn't seem very well," said 
 Mr. Bergheim, looking at me. 
 
 " He is quite well, I believe," I answered. 
 
 " What says the barometer ? " cried Mr. 
 Jackson, with a theatrical start in his chair, 
 and he walked on melodramatic legs to the 
 shaft of the mizzenmast, where the weather- 
 glass was hanging ; but though he looked at 
 it, first with his head on one side, then on 
 t'other, it was clear he didn't understand it. 
 
 The ladies rose and I went to my cabin. 
 When I stepped on deck it was dark, but I had 
 not been long above when the moon shone : 
 she streaked the line of the horizon under her 
 with cr}^stal that looked, with the play of 
 the sea, like the flashing of bubbles under 
 ice. She made a fair light presently, and the 
 horizon opened to its recesses. 
 
 " What is more beautiful than a ship under 
 sail lighted by the moon?" said Monsignor
 
 THE SCHOONER 35 
 
 Luard, approaching me. "Look at those 
 heights of canvas : they stream into vapour to 
 the stars." 
 
 It was blowing a fine sailing wind. I leaned 
 with Monsignor over the side, and watched 
 the water roaring off at each plunge of the 
 bows in sheets of liquid ivory. The forecastle 
 was covered with 'tween-decks passengers 
 and sailors, who moved about in groups of 
 ashy shapes ; a fiddle and flute were making a 
 concert in the fore part, and whilst I watched 
 the foam with the priest, the musicians, along 
 with a powerful, clear, manly voice, struck up 
 "The Bay of Biscay." Mr. Jackson coming 
 to me said," What is the Captain looking at ? " 
 
 I turned and saw my stepfather standing on 
 the quarter-deck, not far from the wheel, with 
 a binocular glass at his eyes. He let drop the 
 glass presently, and shouted : 
 
 " Clew up the fore and mizzen royals and 
 take in the flying jib." 
 
 The order was repeated by the second mate, 
 and in a few moments we heard a noise of 
 sailors' hoarse bawling forward and on the 
 quarter-deck : the high light sails melted out, 
 and I watched the figure of a young seaman 
 spring into the mizzen shrouds. 
 
 "In main royal," presently cried out the 
 Captain. " Get the mizzen topgallant sail 
 clewed up and stowed," and when this was
 
 36 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 done the great mainsail was taken in and 
 rolled up by a crowd of men. 
 
 The ship then looked half-clad, and her 
 appearance seemed to cast a menace of storm 
 into the night. Yet it was fine weather, the 
 moon and stars bright, the clouds fleecy and 
 nimble of wing; the sea under the moon 
 rolled in broken silver, and the horizon 
 showed clearly to its confines, a dark girdle, 
 like a belt silver-clasped. 
 
 "What's wrong with the weather?" ex- 
 claimed the actor at my side. " Why, split 
 me if the ship isn't sitting upright ! — there's 
 nothing left for the wind to blow into." 
 
 "I will trust to the Captain's judgment," 
 said Monsignor. 
 
 " He has been at sea all his life," I ex- 
 claimed. "There is no more experienced 
 sailor out of London." 
 
 "But don't you know, Monsignor," said 
 Mr. Jackson, looking aloft with a woe-begone 
 expression in his moon-whitened face, " that 
 discretion may be more licentious than art % 
 Here is a noble breeze and a fine night." 
 
 " There is always a grumbler amongst pas- 
 sengers. Miss Hayes," said Monsignor, laugh- 
 ing. " Who would suppose that the very 
 spirit of comedy itself could take a despondent 
 view of a careful skipper who understands the 
 barometer ? "
 
 THE SCHOONER 37 
 
 " Seems a pity, though," said Mr. Jackson, 
 looking down at the white passing water. 
 
 It was just then that, happening to glance 
 from the throbbing edge of silver under the 
 moon to a little distance along the defined 
 line of the sea, I saw the pearl-like spire of 
 a sail. Captain Sinclair was watching it 
 through his night-glass. He suddenly called 
 to the second mate : 
 
 "Jump below and see what further fall 
 there is, if any." 
 
 Turnbull returned and said, "There's no 
 further fall, sir." 
 
 " It's drop enough," exclaimed the Captain, 
 as though he wished others than Turnbull to 
 hear him, and then told the officer to haul 
 down the standing jib and clew up the fore 
 topgallant sail, and when these sails were 
 stowed away to brail up the spanker. 
 
 There could be no doubt from this that he 
 was expecting heavy weather. Monsignor, 
 who had not looked at the barometer, stepped 
 below after an uneasy glance around. He 
 returned soon, and said that the fall, so far as 
 he could judge, was about half an inch. 
 
 " Is that serious ? " said Jackson, 
 
 "There's your answer," responded the 
 priest, with a flourish of his hand at the 
 masts. 
 
 A ship ! " shouted Mr. Bergheim, springing 
 
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 38 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK'' 
 
 with excitement off th-e grating abaft the 
 wheel. 
 
 The sail I had seen was now under the 
 moon, and on a sudden after some minutes, 
 as though by magic, it swept out of the black 
 curve it made upon the rolling river of silver 
 into the lines and pale canvas of a schooner. 
 She came along heading for us in a racing 
 way, the white water throbbing to her figure- 
 head, and rushing from her swiftly as foam 
 runs to the cataract's steep. 
 
 " What an apparition ! " shouted Mr. Jack- 
 son, flying across the deck. 
 
 We crowded to the side to look. She 
 foamed to within pistol-shot, then put her helm 
 down, and ranged abreast with rattling canvas, 
 chopping into the long black tumbling seas, 
 and showing a fabric of about a hundred tons, 
 keen as a knife in the entry, and she whitened 
 the night where she was by the breadth and 
 the height of her moonlit sails. The moon- 
 beams sparkled in her wet sides ; you saw 
 green stars of it in the bright stuff upon her 
 decks. She was a phantom just now in the 
 airy distance, and as she lay pitching close 
 abreast, easily holding her own with a frequent 
 shuddering of her sails, one thought of her 
 as sprung from the deep or fallen from the 
 heavens, so sudden the dusk and the wild 
 flying lights of the night made it all.
 
 THE SCHOONER 39 
 
 Her white decks glanced as she rolled 
 towards us, and I saw two or three figures near 
 her long tiller. *' Ship ahoy ! " was shouted, 
 " what ship's that?" 
 
 Captain Sinclair answered, and asked what 
 schooner was that. 
 
 "The Reindeer, from New Orleans to 
 Bristol," was the reply, delivered by a hoarse 
 salt throat. Those notes from the sea sounded 
 wildly through the noise of the wind aloft 
 and the boiling hiss of the water alongside. 
 ** Our chronometer's stopped. We've lost our 
 reckoning. Will you give us the longitude 
 and your time ? " 
 
 This was promptly done. 
 
 *' Thank you, sir," was shouted. "Good 
 night, and a prosperous voyage to you." 
 
 The schooner's helm was shifted, her head 
 fell off, she rounded and swept away astern 
 of us, and was swiftly showing as a star in 
 mist in the distant gloom. 
 
 I observed that the second mate watched 
 her. I was standing near the skylight at the 
 time, not far from Captain Sinclair, who gazed 
 fixedly seawards, as though conjecturing the 
 weather. The second mate came up, touch- 
 ing his cap, and I heard him say, "If that 
 schooner's bound for Bristol, sir, she's lost 
 scent of it." 
 
 The Captain turned his head quickly and
 
 40 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 looked at the distant film of light. *' Well, 
 she must be allowed to know her own busi- 
 ness," said he after a short pause, and there 
 was temper enough in his voice I thought to 
 account for the second mate slinking away. 
 
 It was about half-past nine ; grog and 
 biscuits were upon the cabin-table, and the 
 lamps shone upon the figures of some of the 
 passengers playing at cribbage or chess. 
 
 " I guess. Captain, by the look of your ship, 
 we're to smell hell before morning," said 
 Colonel Wills, stepping into the moonlight 
 with a cigar in his mouth out of the ebony 
 shadow of the mizzenmast that swung on 
 the white planks almost as a pendulum goes. 
 
 " There's a considerable fall in the glass," 
 answered the Captain, " a sudden fall ; there 
 will be a sudden rise, no doubt, but I will not 
 trust the weather in this sea with the mercury 
 at that indication."
 
 CHAPTER III 
 
 A SHIP'S BOAT OF TWELVE MEN 
 
 When I went to bed, I expected the night 
 would prove sleepless with storm. The ship 
 was under small canvas, and the water fell 
 from her side sloppily and without life as she 
 drove slowly, with floating lunges, over the 
 long flowing lines of brine. I got into bed 
 and put out the lamp, but had not been resting 
 twenty minutes when I heard my stepfather's 
 voice outside my door. You could hear plainly 
 owing to the ventilating arrangement of Vene- 
 tian blinds over the doors of the berths. 
 
 " The glass remains steady." 
 
 The man who answered was the mate. " I 
 don't understand it, sir; my glass shows a 
 rise. 
 
 "Since when?" 
 
 " Since seven o'clock.** 
 
 " The cabin glass and the glass in my berth 
 tally. What sort of a glass is yours ? " 
 
 They were moving when this was said, and 
 I lost the answer. I fell asleep soon after- 
 
 4X
 
 42 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 wards, and when I awoke next morning my 
 cabin was full of sunlight and the ship sailing 
 along quietly. I dressed, and entering the 
 saloon, met Monsignor coming down the com- 
 panion-ladder. He saluted me and said it 
 was a beautiful morning, and the sea was 
 like a frozen lake under the sun, and at the 
 edge of it was a little pinnacle of ice. 
 
 "Ice!" cried I. 
 
 *' Yes," he answered, " and when you go on 
 deck you'll taste its breath in the wind." 
 
 Just then Captain Sinclair came out of his 
 cabin, gravely kissed me on the forehead, and 
 shook hands with the priest. 
 
 " So we had a fine night after all. Captain ? " 
 exclaimed Monsignor. 
 
 " I have crossed the Atlantic many times, 
 and this puzzles me," answered the Captain, 
 making a step to the mizzenmast and looking 
 at the barometer. " But the atmosphere is 
 a mystery, full of stealthy qualities. They 
 creep into those indications," said he, point- 
 ing to the mercury, "and perplex us. I 
 looked for a gale last night, and prepared 
 the ship for it." 
 
 I had heard so much about the barometer 
 that my curiosity was excited, and I went to 
 my stepfather's side to look at the thing. 
 It consisted of a tube of glass, with a bulb 
 full of mercury at the bottom of it ; this was
 
 A SHIP'S BOAT OF TWELVE MEN 43 
 
 sunk into a wooden backing, and the whole 
 contained in a long narrow case with a glass 
 door, of which the Captain had the key, though 
 I will not be sure that the instrument had 
 not hitherto been set day by day by the mate. 
 
 " There has been no rise," says Monsignor, 
 peering at the mercury. 
 
 " Yes, there is a fine-weather convexity. 
 It will keep fine, I believe," said the Captain, 
 and he went on deck. 
 
 I followed, but did not join him, for, despite 
 his kiss and his grave courteous manner to 
 the priest, there was a subtle something in 
 his manner that was as good as a hint to me 
 to leave him alone. 
 
 The wind had shifted, was blowing on the 
 port quarter, and had fallen somewhat light, 
 and the ship floated slowly forwards in curt- 
 seys as regular as the rhymes of a song over 
 the wide blue Atlantic heave. I never saw 
 the sky look so high before. It was a pave- 
 ment of delicate cloud, all rosy with the 
 morning light, plume-shaped, enwreathed and 
 motionless. The sun sparkled with a frosty 
 whiteness, and there was in the air an edge 
 that had been wanting yesterday. To the 
 trucks soared the sails, the yards almost 
 square, and on the left hung wide spaces 
 of lustrous canvas called studding-sails ; their 
 light in the sea ran steady by the side of the
 
 44 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 ship. The sun was behind us, and when I 
 looked that way I could see nothing for the 
 dazzle. 
 
 Mr. Jackson, however, stood staring through 
 the ship's telescope which he had levelled 
 directly into the heart of the bed of brilliance. 
 
 ''What do you see?" said I. 
 
 "Ice," said he, turning his head: the eye 
 he had been using showed as though he had 
 caught a cold in it. " Look, Miss Hayes." 
 
 He held the glass, but when I looked I 
 was blinded by the glory. Mr. Macbride and 
 his wife came up arm in arm, and the clergy- 
 man asked us what we saw. 
 
 "There's an iceberg out there under the 
 sun," said Mr. Jackson. 
 
 " An iceberg ! " exclaimed Mr. Macbride. 
 " Where ? Dear me ! Are we approaching 
 it? No, it is astern. It is under the sun, 
 and may melt before we can catch a clear view 
 of it. An iceberg ! Oh, Joanna, we must 
 not think of returning without having beheld 
 one of the greatest wonders of the deep." 
 
 " I cannot see it," whined his wife, crying 
 with the blaze she was screwing up her pretty 
 eyes at. 
 
 " Look ! " exclaimed the comedian, point- 
 ing — "just over the end of my finger. Now 
 you have it." 
 
 But now they hadn't it, nor could I catch
 
 A SHIP'S BOAT OF TWELVE MEN 45 
 
 the least glimpse of the object, and wondered 
 that the priest and the actor should both 
 agree it was there. And yet it was there : 
 the Captain called across the deck to tell us 
 so, and after we had waited a little it stole 
 out of the effulgence into the blue on the 
 right. It might have been the sail of a 
 cutter : it was a mere gleam upon the hori- 
 zon. Yet it was ice, the topmost point of an 
 island sunk beyond our sight, and I viewed 
 it with silent wonder. 
 
 " Is it solid ? " asked Mr. Macbride. 
 
 " As the floor of a ball-room, and as un- 
 substantial as a shadow on a fog," answered 
 the actor. 
 
 A passenger who carried his elbows like a 
 grasshopper — I forget his name — joined us in 
 staring at the distant gleam. 
 
 " I wonder if I could get a slide represent- 
 ing an iceberg for a magic-lantern ? " said 
 Mr. Macbride. 
 
 Mr. Jackson smiled with one eye at me ; it 
 was like a wink. 
 
 "Were you ever cast ashore and left alone 
 upon an iceberg ? " asked the passenger with 
 the grasshopper elbows, addressing Mr. Mac- 
 bride. 
 
 "I? Oh, dear no! Oh, certainly not," 
 answered the parson, looking at his wife, and 
 laughing, and they laughed together.
 
 46 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 " I was, then," said the passenger. " I went 
 on a whaling cruise for my health, and they 
 sent me in a boat to an ice island at my 
 request. I climbed a bit, and looked about 
 me, and when I returned the boat was gone. 
 They found me again after two days." 
 
 "Alive?" asked Mr. Jackson. 
 
 " The worst part of it," continued the pas- 
 senger, deepening and subduing his voice 
 till I saw the parson straining at him with 
 an open mouth, " was not the hunger, nor the 
 cold, nor even the solitude. It was the mid- 
 night silence. A stillness unutterable, so deep, 
 so awful, I vow to heaven I could hear my 
 beard growing." 
 
 He turned his back upon us and walked 
 away. 
 
 " There are as many lies in that little tale 
 as a cat has hairs in hers," said Mr. Jackson. 
 " He speaks of the silence of ice. Nothing 
 is noisier than a berg. It is splitting cease- 
 lessly in all parts, and roars through its own 
 dismemberment like a line-of-battle-ship in 
 action." 
 
 " The breakfast-bell, my dear ! " said Mr. 
 Macbride, who always hearkened with a 
 doubting, suspicious face when the actor 
 spoke, and presently we were all at table. 
 
 Nothing more was said about the fall of the 
 glass on the previous evening, nor of the eight
 
 A SHIP'S BOAT OF TWELVE MEN 47 
 
 hours' arrest of the ship through the deceit 
 of the mercury. Captain Sinclair's manner 
 was hard and reserved. He ate quickly, 
 and was gone from the table before we 
 were half-way through the meal. I guessed 
 from the looks of the passengers that they 
 would have talked about him had I been out 
 of hearing. 
 
 The needle of ice on the far verge of the 
 deep had vanished when I returned on deck, 
 and the sea was a barren breast, but flashing 
 like a silver shield under the springing light. 
 The wind had freshened, shifted into a quarter 
 that was good for the slide of our keel, and 
 the ship was winging nimbly onwards, point- 
 ing her yardarms at the sky, and throwing the 
 water in coloured fountains of foam from her 
 shearing bows with every stoop into the blue 
 hollow. 
 
 Captain Sinclair paced the weather side of 
 the quarter-deck alone. I saw the Colonel go 
 up to him as though for a chat ; he drew off 
 after a few minutes. Two ladies then went 
 and addressed the commander. His manner 
 gave them no encouragement, and he was soon 
 walking alone again. From time to time he 
 would dart a swift glance in my direction, and 
 I seemed to know instinctively that he sus- 
 pected I was watching him. It is true I should 
 have done so, but his looks were like a warning,
 
 48 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 topped as they were with the shadow of his 
 habitual frown, and I crossed the deck to lee- 
 ward out of his observation, and entertained 
 myself for a long hour in looking at the ship, 
 and studying the marvellous foam traceries 
 which darted like tongues into the clear blue 
 from the edge of the creaming whiteness that 
 came boihng from the bows, and in watching 
 the seamen at work aloft and on deck. It 
 was still all wondrous strange and new to me. 
 I thought I might never again have a chance 
 to make a voyage, and I let the whole miracle 
 of sails and sunshine and gleaming waters sink 
 into me in all its glory and freshness. Nor 
 did my eyes and sympathies fail me ; the 
 memory of it is a brilliant picture still. 
 
 This morning at about eleven o'clock a 
 smoke sprang up right ahead. A great smoke 
 it was, as though a ship lay burning there, but 
 after a little while the telescope resolved the 
 throat of it into the mouth of a red funnel, 
 and in three-quarters of an hour a large 
 paddle -steamer was on the bow. Our 
 number flew in a string of bright colours at 
 the mizzen gaff, and the steamer's name 
 streamed in coloured bunting at her mast- 
 head. She was the Britannia, memorable as 
 one of the earliest of the Cunard steamers. 
 With my mind's eye I behold her distinctly. 
 She had a tall red funnel and three masts,
 
 A SHIP'S BOAT OF TWELVE MEN 49 
 
 and a frigate-like bow, with a row of gleam- 
 ing square ports abaft. She was but a little 
 bigger than our ship, yet looked a lump as 
 she rolled by. She was from Boston for 
 Liverpool. All her canvas was furled, and 
 she was churning through the water at about 
 eight knots, which was fast as speed then 
 went in steam. She had met with a gale 
 and looked wrecked. One paddle-box was 
 gone, and the huge wheel whirled round 
 naked, slinging the foam on high, and filling 
 the air all about the black and plunging 
 circle with fragments of flying rainbow. The 
 face of her funnel was whitened as by snow 
 with a crust of salt. Dense volumes of smoke 
 poured from her chimney. How those old 
 steamers smoked ! The end of the stream of 
 soot went out of sight past the horizon. 
 
 A large crowd of people surveyed us from 
 her decks, but the two ships were too far 
 apart for hailing. Broken as she appeared 
 by storm, rolling heavily too, whilst our own 
 ship took the rhythm of the sea with a dancing 
 grace that never brought her spars erect, we 
 viewed her with wonder, with almost breath- 
 less interest. You who are living in an age 
 of huge steamers, whose accustomed eye finds 
 something insipid in the proudest of the 
 giantesses of the ocean processions, will not, 
 unless you be old and of good memory, 
 
 D
 
 50 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 realise the enthusiastic interest people took 
 in those early experiments. Then you might 
 sail the sea for months without seeing a 
 steamer. When such a spectacle offered, the 
 eye devoured it. It was a miracle, the lord- 
 liest of the achievements of human genius 
 and invention. The seamen dropped their 
 tasks to look : the 'tween-deck passengers 
 crowded the bulwark rail: we saloon folks 
 lined the bulwarks all staring. Yonder she 
 walked, as independent of the wind of heaven 
 as the seabird that followed her. 
 
 " In so many days," we said to one another, 
 " her people will have arrived at home," and 
 it was astounding to think a ship could be 
 timed, as if she were a coach or a locomotive. 
 Her white wake made a wide path on 
 the sea, and her windows shone like jewels 
 over it. 
 
 " After that, who shall tell you man hasn't 
 an immortal soul 1 " said Colonel Wills. 
 
 Monsignor Luard smiled his approval of 
 the sentiment. 
 
 "I hope the weather that hammered her 
 will have blown itself out before we arrive," 
 said some one. 
 
 "Charles Dickens went out to Boston in 
 that ship two years ago," said the Grasshopper 
 passenger. " I made the passage with him." 
 "Is he funny in his conversation?" said
 
 A SHIP'S BOAT OF TWELVE MEN 51 
 
 Mr. Macbride, catching at this remark with 
 a literary sympathy. 
 
 "They laughed quite as much at me," 
 answered the Grasshopper. 
 
 " Is she a comfortable vessel, sir ? " inquired 
 Mr. Gordon. 
 
 "Look at her rolling out yonder; and 
 this is a fine morning," said the Grasshopper. 
 " Comfortable ! Given but a little piece of 
 weather, and you don't know what's become 
 of her. I'm an old sailor, yet could never 
 stand upright on that ship in a seaway, 
 and when I went ashore at Boston, my 
 mother wouldn't have known me for stick- 
 ing-plaister." 
 
 The comedian eyed him with a sneer. 
 There could be no doubt the Grasshopper 
 was a great liar. 
 
 Mr. Gordon brought his eyes away from 
 the steamer and looked aloft, and though 
 there was about as much sentiment in the 
 man as there was in the harness-cask out of 
 which the sailors picked their beef, yet I 
 seemed to see the spirit of the seaman — of 
 the old seaman— gleam in his eyes with an 
 instant's pride as he gazed. He could not 
 but contrast, he could not but delight in the 
 beauty of this fabric of wing, alive with the 
 spirit of the viewless winds, sentient with 
 the intelligence of the ocean itself.
 
 52 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 This was fine weather for the Atlantic. I 
 had never dared dream of such continuity of 
 blue sky and sparkling nights as had been 
 granted us. Captain Sinclair would often 
 talk of this sea at home ; many a yarn of its 
 ice and its hurricane, its surge taller than 
 the Andean billow of the Horn, had he re- 
 cited, and I had reckoned upon the excite- 
 ment of half a dozen gales of wind at least — 
 the ship stripped, the rigging raving, the 
 hurricane of the midnight white with foam — 
 before we arrived at New York. 
 
 A strange mysterious thing happened this 
 day — a silent tragedy. It may have occurred 
 when the Britannia was abreast of us, or 
 when her smoke was as dim as a length of 
 spider's silk above the horizon. 
 
 The Mohock carried a boat called the 
 Captain's gig, a handsome little fabric that 
 hung by irons over the stern. I had on 
 more than one occasion observed the ship's 
 doctor sitting in that boat looking down at 
 the water boiling about the rudder, and 
 heard him tell Monsignor at table that when 
 the ship was moving swiftly through the sea, 
 and the white yeast from the bows came 
 roaring aft to the sternpost with a noise of 
 thunder ere it swept in its white wrath to 
 the wake, the breast and picture of reeling 
 snow sheeting and twisting into a thousand
 
 A SHIP'S BOAT OF TWELVE MEN 53 
 
 fantastic shapes was such a splendid revela- 
 tion of shining and endless beauty that he 
 could sit all day long looking. 
 
 Pie was in the gig when the Bi^itannia was 
 approaching us. I had observed him leaning 
 over the seaward side of the boat, staring off 
 at the line of light on the water, but by and 
 bye, when he was inquired for, he was miss- 
 ing. The word went along " Where's the 
 doctor? The doctor's wanted in the 'tween- 
 decks." Those who had observed him in 
 the boat of course supposed, as I had, that 
 he had long before left her and gone below. 
 But he was not below, nor was he in the 
 ship. There could be no doubt he had over- 
 balanced himself and fallen ; if ever he rose 
 in the roar of the reeling wash, the distance 
 was already too great for his half-suffocated 
 voice to measure. The man at the wheel 
 had heard nothing; the people lounging 
 about the decks had seen nothing, and yet, 
 as we came afterwards to know for certain, 
 he had fallen overboard out of the boat some- 
 while between the hour when the Britannia 
 was abreast of us, and when her smoke was 
 a shred on the sea-line. 
 
 Yet important as he was to the needs of 
 the ship as doctor, his loss made little or no 
 impression. We had not been long enough 
 together to find death the significant, depress-
 
 54 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 ing thing it is when it beckons ont one with 
 whom you have long been associated at sea. 
 The Grasshopper hinted at suicide, and the 
 Colonel looked as if that might be possible ; 
 but my stepfather and the rest of us thought 
 differently. The doctor had been a very 
 grave, quiet man, of middle age, well pre- 
 served, and, as we understood, going as sur- 
 geon to sea for the first time, mainly for his 
 health. Of all the men in that ship, he Avas 
 the least likely to commit suicide. 
 
 Throughout this day my stepfather was 
 almost continuously on deck. He scarcely 
 stayed at table to make a meal ; when he 
 went below to work out the sights, he did 
 not linger in his cabin. His behaviour was 
 vigilant rather than restless. He was very 
 grave and formal, and kept himself apart as 
 hitherto. He seemed subdued and distressed 
 by the disappearance of the doctor. None of 
 the passengers had crossed the Atlantic with 
 him before, and though it was hard for me to 
 guess what they thought — for of course in my 
 presence they never spoke of him except with 
 good taste — I guessed, and perhaps correctly 
 on the whole, they reckoned him a prig, 
 lacking in all the ancient qualities of the 
 seafarer — such as swearing, drinking, smok- 
 ing, and the like — yet a very capable sailor, 
 to be treated with respect and exactly as he
 
 A SHIP'S BOAT OF TWELVE MEN 55 
 
 wished, seeing that the lives of all hands 
 were in his. I caught Gordon — I am still 
 speaking of this day of the Britannia — glanc- 
 ing at him with a puzzled look on several 
 occasions during the afternoon while the 
 ship drove along under studding-sails, and 
 while the purple-faced mate paced a little 
 piece of the deck abreast of the main rigging. 
 The incident of the barometer had doubtless 
 perplexed the man, as of course it must have 
 astonished my stepfather, though I had heard 
 him make no further reference to it after 
 his few words on the subject to Monsignor. 
 What took the mate's eye was, I saw, the 
 unconscious posture of vigilance Captain 
 Sinclair carried. We all know the seaman's 
 trick, as he steps the deck, of sending a look 
 to windward and then aloft every time he 
 swings round on his heel ; but with my 
 father there seemed a straining of the vision 
 after something more than the weather. 
 
 I happened to cross the deck that after- 
 noon where he walked, and on my coming 
 close, he stopped to speak. He looked at 
 me a little earnestly, and after talking a bit 
 about the doctor, exclaimed — 
 
 " The breeze has driven the East End fog 
 out of your complexion, Laura. I never 
 saw you look so well. I believe if the 
 Pope could be induced to sanction the joke,
 
 56 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK'' 
 
 that handsome priest you are so fond of 
 walking with and arguing with would be 
 glad to tuck your arm under his. He 
 watches you now," he added, and his face 
 relaxed. 
 
 "I'm to be married in New York, I be- 
 lieve," said I, laughing. 
 
 "Who says so?" 
 
 " I got some such meaning out of what 
 you said at home." 
 
 He struggled to remember, then grew ab- 
 sent suddenly, and stared round the horizon. 
 
 " This seems an anxious command, father," 
 said I, for so I would sometimes call him. 
 
 " What was that about your getting married 
 at New York?" said he, with his face dark- 
 ening as he brought his eyes from mine to 
 the sea. 
 
 " Oh, no matter. The having charge of a 
 ship seems a depressing business." 
 
 "Ah! a business it is," said he grimly; 
 " and so you mind yours that I may mind 
 mine." Then softening, he added, " Tell 
 them, Laura, if they ask you why I'm re- 
 served, that it's my custom at sea to look to 
 my ship, and to the safety of the lives and 
 property in her, and to heed little else. 
 That's what they would wish, hey ? Would 
 the Colonel have me boozing in secret ? 
 Would that priest there have me too much
 
 A SFIIP'S BOAT OF TWELVE MEN 57 
 
 intent on the game to lift my head to a call 
 from the mate ? " 
 
 It was fine that evening, with a quiet, long 
 roll of sea, and wind enough to slightly heel 
 the ship. I found it cold on deck after 
 supper, and returned to the saloon, where 
 I was glad to kill the time by a game of 
 draughts with Mrs. Wills. Two or three 
 persons sat in conversation past the mizzen- 
 mast — I forget who they were. Probably 
 they did not know I was in the cabin, and 
 they talked of my stepfather. 
 
 "He's not approachable. The man seems 
 ill, to my mind." 
 
 " I don't think old Gordon understands 
 him. But he'll say nothing about his cap- 
 tain. It's the way of the sea, I reckon." 
 
 " It would ruin discipline and demoralise 
 the ship if the officers talked against one 
 another. No, old Gordon's right, I allow, and 
 of the two men the better sailor, you bet." 
 
 "This is not the full ship a popular cap- 
 tain's name would command. A skipper 
 should qualify as host as well as master 
 mariner before he takes charge of a passenger 
 vessel. Old Figgins of the Siberia is my 
 ideal : hearty as salt beef, lively and genial 
 at table, would answer your question civilly, 
 though in the midst of a sudden hurricane, 
 with his masts going over the side."
 
 58 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 The silence was abrupt, as though I had 
 been suddenly spied, and they talked of other 
 things. 
 
 Not long after this I heard a commotion 
 overhead, a little hurry of footsteps, and a 
 cry or two. The steward came down the 
 companion steps at that moment, and the 
 Grasshopper passenger, who was reading in 
 a corner, called out to him to know what 
 was up. 
 
 " A rocket, sir," answered the steward, 
 " and they seem to think it was fired out of 
 an open boat." 
 
 This, of course, started us all. I rushed 
 for a warm jacket, and was on deck in a few 
 moments. A bright sheet of light lay heav- 
 ing in greenish silver under the moon. The 
 stars were plentiful, and trembled low down 
 to the sea-line, which stood firm as the edge 
 of an ebony table against the scintillant 
 dusk. The breasts of our ship's canvas 
 swelled white as snow moonwards, and a 
 noise of broken waters arose from alongside 
 where it was black as a well with the ship's 
 shadow. Every soul was on deck, and all 
 were staring in one direction, and I could 
 not but look the same way, too, the instant I 
 arrived, for lo ! out of the heart of the dark- 
 ness upon the deep, well away to the left of 
 the moon's wake, up leapt in that moment a
 
 A SHIP'S BOAT OF TWELVE MEN 59 
 
 fireball : it vanished in a dnst of fire, and a 
 minute later I heard Captain Sinclair, who 
 stood with a night-glass at his eyes near one 
 of the quarter-boats, call out to the helms- 
 man to port. 
 
 " Brace in the mainyards — the rest may 
 stand," he exclaimed, addressing the second 
 mate. 
 
 "What is it, Captain Sinclair?" said Mon- 
 
 signor. 
 
 " So far as I can distinguish, an open boat. 
 
 sir." 
 
 "Must not that signify some disaster?" 
 said the priest. 
 
 "Very like, very like," answered the Cap- 
 tain. " Many ships find this a dangerous 
 sea." 
 
 Half-a-dozen passengers gathered about 
 the commander, and vollied questions into 
 him. He drew clear of them presently, with 
 what civilities of answer I knew not, for I 
 had walked ofi"; he spied me standing aft in 
 the moonlight near the wheel and came to 
 my side. 
 
 "Some people," said he, " are such pestilent 
 questioners, that if they were to ask a man 
 the time, and he in the act of pulling out his 
 watch fell dead, they would stir him about 
 with their feet, saying ' What's the time ? 
 Why don't you answer ? ' "
 
 6o THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 This was a hint to me to be silent. He 
 lifted his glass and looked in the direction 
 where the fireball had sprung. I saw no- 
 thing, but in about ten minutes a boat shaped 
 itself out of the liquid dusk and a distant 
 voice hailed us. The Captain bawled to Mr. 
 Gordon, who had come on deck, to tell the 
 people in the boat to look out for a line ; this 
 the mate did in a voice that roared through 
 the quiet night-wind like the explosion of a 
 mortar. 
 
 Five minutes later the boat was alongside. 
 The shadow was so thick I could make out 
 no more than the outline of a large boat, 
 apparently full of men, whose faces made a 
 strange wavering glimmer in the darkness 
 when they looked up. 
 
 The Captain called down, "Who are you 
 and what boat's that ? " 
 
 "We're the survivors of the crew of the 
 barque Demerara, sir," replied a powerful but 
 somewhat husky voice. 
 
 "How long have you been adrift?" 
 
 "Two days, sir." 
 
 " Have you your captain ? " 
 
 " No, sir. The master, mates, and two of 
 the crew, and some passengers got away in 
 the quarter-boats." 
 
 " How many of you are there ? " 
 
 " Twelve."
 
 A SHIP'S BOAT OF TWELVE MEN 6i 
 
 " Come aboard," said Captain Sinclair. 
 
 They got the boat to the main-chains, and I 
 went some way forwards towards the gang- 
 way to see them come over the side. The 
 moon made plenty of light ; every shadow 
 lay in lines and curves of jet. Passengers 
 and crew formed groups with a lane for the 
 men to pass through. The mate stood near 
 to receive them, but my stepfather walked 
 alone near the wheel. 
 
 I counted twelve hearty-looking fellows 
 as they dropped on to our decks from the 
 bulwark rail without any signs of exhaus- 
 tion. They were variously clad in the ordinary 
 garb of the merchant seaman of that period, 
 woollen shirts, Scotch caps, here and there 
 a round jacket, trousers ending in bluchers ; 
 most of them carried a sheath-knife strapped 
 upon the hip. 
 
 I looked at one very hard ; the face, that 
 was of a peculiar greenish-white in the moon- 
 light, seemed familiar. Where had I seen 
 that man? I stared again eagerly, making 
 a step, but on turning fully towards me he 
 seemed another. I was extremely puzzled, 
 and continued to stare until the man was 
 taken aft by the mate to tell his story, whilst 
 the rest trudged forward in charge of the boat- 
 swain of the ship. 
 
 We of the saloon went aft along with the
 
 62 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 man, and the 'tween-decks folks elbowed after 
 the others, tramping forward, leaving the 
 maindeck empty. We stood about the Cap- 
 tain in the bright light of the moon ; the 
 seaman fronted him, a tall, sinewy, soldierly- 
 looking chap. The boat alongside hissed 
 through the ripples to the drag of her line. 
 
 " What was the name of your captain ? " 
 
 "Ludlow, sir." 
 
 " What caused the loss of the ship ? " 
 
 "Fire. She was full up with burnable 
 stuffs, oil, spirits, coal tar, matches, gin, and 
 the like. We was from London. When we 
 smelt the smoke and saw the fire, all hands 
 reckoned it was good-night with the vessel. 
 She couldn't remain a ship with such a 
 cargo," 
 
 " You all got away in safety." 
 
 "Ay, sir, leaving her a mass of fire. The 
 sky was alight with her. We left her at ten 
 o'clock at night. I was bo'sun of the ship, 
 and chucked an armful of rockets into the 
 boat before jumping in ; but for them we 
 shouldn't have made ourselves seen by you." 
 
 *' That's so," said the Captain looking sea- 
 ward. 
 
 We listened with breathless interest. It 
 was not only the human and tragic excitement 
 of falling in with a boat-load of men : all the 
 rich poetry and deep significance of the wide
 
 A SHIP'S BOAT OF TWELVE MEN 63 
 
 moonlit scene of ocean we were sailing in the 
 midst of entered into the man's narrative of 
 the fire, re-creating it to my vision, and I 
 saw the glowing fabric and forking flames, 
 and smoke like a thunderstorm, strange and 
 savage with floating red stars of fire, and I 
 beheld the people dropping into the boats 
 and pushing off, and the little craft with 
 stirless oars out like the feelers of insects 
 resting in black spots within the yellow 
 illumination of the sea, till the light went out, 
 and the shadow of the earth slipped off the 
 face of the deep, and exposed a sallow breast 
 of water, and some blackened wreckage sliding 
 on the swell. 
 
 "Were your boats well provisioned?" 
 "Amply, sir. There was plenty of time. 
 The captain gave his orders. It was our 
 lives, and not the ship that was to be saved." 
 " When did you part with the other boats'?" 
 " At the grey of this morning we found 
 that we was alone." 
 
 " The weather has been fine. Small doubt," 
 said the Captain, addressing us generally, 
 "that the other boats will be accounted for. 
 What was yours?" 
 
 " The long-boat, sir, and a good new boat." 
 " I'll send you men home at the first oppor- 
 tunity that comes along. Go forward now 
 and see to yourself."
 
 64 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 The man civilly saluted and went towards 
 the forecastle. 
 
 Now I seemed to think he slightly stag- 
 gered, as though worn out. All the while 
 he had talked I had watched him by the 
 moonlight, and sometimes would have staked 
 my right hand that I had before seen him, 
 and sometimes was persuaded that I was 
 mistaken. 
 
 The Captain called to the second mate, 
 and both went to the rail and looked into 
 the boat alongside. He then told the officer 
 to get her cleared out and hoisted aboard, 
 and as he came aft he exclaimed to Colonel 
 Wills, " She's too good a boat to lose. She 
 will help pay the cost of the men's keep." 
 
 The excitement was over. I took no 
 interest in seeing the ship's way stopped 
 and the big boat hoisted on the deck and 
 stowed ; I was sleepy and chilly and subtly 
 bewildered, perplexed in a fashion that made 
 me wonder I should be so. I sat for a little 
 while in the cabin, sipping a glass of wine 
 and munching at some biscuits, and listening 
 to some of the passengers who talked of the 
 rescue. As I passed to my berth the seamen 
 broke into a song on deck; the vessel's motion 
 had been arrested and they were lifting the 
 boat out of the sea.
 
 CHAPTER IV 
 
 THE ''MOHOCK" IS SEIZED 
 
 I SOMETIMES think of presentiments as a sort 
 of intellectual mirages ; the truth is hove 
 up, coast-like, beyond the boundaries of the 
 mental vision, and you feel its presence 
 though you may be unable to distinguish its 
 character. 
 
 When I awoke this morning, I felt as gloomy 
 as though I had been dreaming badly all night, 
 or had gone to bed with a trouble. I found 
 it hard to dress owing to the high sea and the 
 steep and darting leapings of the deck. The 
 ship seemed to hum with storm. Every other 
 minute the cabin porthole vanished in the 
 green gloom of a sea ; the water roared in 
 thunder, then up would flash the window 
 with a brightness of racing foam upon the 
 glass that dazzled the sight. 
 
 When I was dressed it was not yet break- 
 fast-time, and I clothed myself for the deck. 
 Just as I opened my cabin-door the door 
 of the Captain's cabin opened also, and forth 
 
 65 E
 
 66 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 stepped the wiry man with the little yellow 
 mustache who had been brought aft on the 
 preceding night to relate his story of ship- 
 wreck to the commander. As he passed me 
 I had a good view of him by the daylight, 
 and then it came to me in a sort of shock of 
 surprise that he was the very same man the 
 servant had let in that night at my step- 
 father's house when he was in a hurry to 
 have me out of the way. 
 
 The fellow glanced at me carelessly, giving a 
 half look at the saloon and the few people in it, 
 as he turned to spring up the companion steps. 
 
 I went slowly up those steps, holding tight, 
 my mind very busy. Was I sure he was the 
 same man ? Oh, yes ; I had keen eyes and a 
 good memory. I could not mistake. Well, 
 he was a seafaring man anyway, and his 
 making one of the people of the long-boat, 
 and his being picked up by this ship, was 
 just a coincidence of the ocean which a sailor 
 at all events would accept very gravely and 
 readily. His coming out of my stepfather's 
 cabin would signify no more than that he had 
 been sent for that his story might be made 
 an official note of. Captains arc provided, or 
 they provide themselves, with log-books, in 
 which they are compelled by the law, under 
 penalties, to enter all such experiences as this 
 of the long-boat.
 
 THE ''MOHOCK" IS SEIZED 67 
 
 I passed through the companion and held 
 by it, and looked about me. This was the 
 hardest wind we had yet met. It was blowing 
 very strong indeed. The sea rolled in ashen 
 mountains under a motionless sky of lead. 
 The stoop of the sky seemed within a hand's- 
 reach of the mastheads, and it was hideous 
 and menacing with the sulphur-coloured stuff 
 that fled across it, more like a scattering of 
 yellow slime than vapour ; every mountainous 
 sea was freckled, and its head roared with 
 froth. Far as the eye could reach the sea 
 worked in pale ridges lined with foam, and 
 from the summit of the surge I saw the hori- 
 zon spitting all the way round, as though it 
 leapt in flakes against a barrier. 
 
 About three miles off was a little ship 
 heading eastwards. She had painted ports 
 and a red bilge, and at first when I saw her 
 vanish I thought she had gone, and when she 
 emerged I thought she would disappear in 
 the sky. I never could have imagine a vessel 
 capable of such antics, and marvelled that 
 men should get about their business in such 
 a rolling barrel. Yet she ploughed on in 
 yeast, whitening her bulk to her tops in snow- 
 storms as she burst into the hollows, until, 
 and quickly, she was so far off you couldn't 
 tell her topsails from the flashes of the sea. 
 
 But our ship was the sight of that wild
 
 68 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 scene of morning as she stormed along aslant 
 with the roar of the blast splitting upon the 
 rigging into a hellish orchestra of tempest. 
 Two narrow bands of topsails waved on high. 
 The hurl of the clipper bow bruised the sea 
 into a rage of spume that boiled above the 
 forecastle head at every stoop. The yeast, 
 with the regular leeward reel, rose in a spark- 
 ling sweep to the rail ; you could have 
 grasped the flying foam there, and the water- 
 ways sobbed, and the holes in them flashed 
 white spouts inwards like a whale's. The 
 watch on deck were cased in oilskins ; they 
 were setting a fore-and-aft sail on the main- 
 mast, and drove their rude chants into the 
 very bowels of the gale as they dragged, and 
 their wet clothes, yellow and black, took the 
 sulky sallow light in dull gleams as they 
 swayed together. A large boat was stowed 
 beside the main-hatch. It was painted black 
 and white, and was evidently a new and 
 handsome boat, with smooth sides ; it was in 
 the way, however, but I supposed they could 
 find no other place for it. Her stern was 
 pointed aft, but I saw no name. 
 
 Very few people were on deck. Mr. 
 Gordon had charge of the ship, and he told 
 me that this weather had been blowing since 
 midnight. He said it was a fair wind and 
 the ship making fine way.
 
 THE ''MOHOCK" IS SEIZED 69 
 
 " Where are the sailors who came on board 
 last night ? " 
 
 "In the fok'sle, miss, at breakfast, I ex- 
 pect," he answered. 
 
 "Will they work with the others till another 
 ship takes them away ? " 
 
 "I don't know what the Captain's intentions 
 are, I'm sure," he answered cautiously, and I 
 thought a little suspiciously. 
 
 I never particularly cared for this man's 
 conversation. He was without any sense of 
 humour, and though he had seen much, he 
 talked little of his life. He was a misfit, 
 I think, as mate of that ship, too old, and 
 wanting in that sort of training that qualifies 
 a man to sit with comfort to himself and 
 others at a table full of ladies and gentlemen. 
 He had risen from before the mast, and no 
 doubt when before the mast had cracked 
 more than a single quarter-deck tooth as one 
 of the toughest of forecastle nuts. 
 
 I walked aft, and stood on the quarter, and 
 thought of the poor doctor whilst I watched 
 the rushing stream of wake brilliant as summer 
 light as it flashed from under the counter, 
 sheathing the heads of the seas till they 
 looked like rolling mountains of snow. Two 
 men were at the helm, and they set their 
 teeth, and I saw the muscles in their faces 
 working whilst with iron grip they kept the
 
 70 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK'' 
 
 plunging and reeling fabric that had fallen" 
 wild with storm true to her course. 
 
 Whilst I thus stood the Captain arrived. 
 He gave me a nod and a smile, and walked 
 forward to Mr. Gordon, with whom he con- 
 versed very earnestly for some minutes. He 
 then came aft, watched the compass for some 
 minutes, and made a step to my side. 
 
 " This is a true Atlantic morning," said he, 
 looking round. " You will remember it here- 
 after. How full of subdued colour it is. But 
 the fine part to me is the noise and the con- 
 stant flamings of foam over the face of the 
 waters." 
 
 " Is it not extraordinary," said I, '' that one 
 of the men we picked up last night should 
 prove the man who called at your house on 
 the evening of the day of our visit to this 
 
 ship ? " 
 
 "What's that you said?" he shouted, but 
 on my parting my lips to answer he snatched 
 at my arm, and carried me to the skylight, 
 which, standing close to the mizzen-mast, 
 provided a comparative shelter. 
 
 " What do you say ? " he cried. 
 
 I repeated my words. 
 
 He stared at me for some moments fixedly, 
 as though he would screwdrive his gaze 
 through my brain, whilst some passion or 
 other in him worked in a veritable dye
 
 THE ''MOHOCK" IS SEIZED 71 
 
 in his complexion till his face was dark 
 with it. 
 
 "What object can yon have in telling such 
 a lie as that ? " he exclaimed. 
 
 " It's no lie. The man was coming in as 
 I went out of the parlour." 
 
 " There is no man belonging to that boat 
 who was ever in my house. It's an inven- 
 tion. What's your motive?" 
 
 Never had I seen his face more forbidding. 
 
 '* Motive ! Good gracious ! What motive 
 should I have ? It may be a mistake, but it 
 is no invention." 
 
 "You never saw that man in my house. 
 He's a common seaman. Do I keep that 
 sort of company ashore or afloat % " 
 
 "Very well." 
 
 "Ay, but it's not very well that you should 
 come to me and say it's very extraordinary 
 one of the men we rescued was a man you 
 saw at my house. Suppose — suppose — but 
 there's no truth in it. You are mistaken." 
 
 Fortunately at this moment Mr. Macbride 
 in a clinging mackintosh and ear-lappets, 
 watching his chance, came sliding down to 
 ask the Captain the name of a large white 
 bird that was poised on tremorless wings 
 off our lee quarter, lancing the gale without 
 visible beat of pinion. 
 
 I made my way to the companion and de-
 
 72 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 scended to the saloon, sorry and astonished. 
 Why should my reference to the seaman have 
 angered him so 1 Had I mistaken the man ? 
 I was puzzled and grieved, and heartily hoped 
 the thing would not cause a coolness on my 
 stepfather's part ; if so, then I should get him 
 to tranship me with the seamen, for I had my 
 pride and my feelings, and it would be in- 
 tolerable to be locked up in the ship if he 
 treated me coldly, or failed in the respect I 
 had never missed in him. 
 
 Therefore I was glad when, on sitting down 
 to breakfast and meeting his eyes as he took 
 his place, I received a smile. 
 
 "Oh, Joanna, such a noble bird!" cried 
 Mr. Macbride to his wife. " But the Captain 
 is unable to give it a name." 
 
 " I have never seen that bird in these seas 
 before," said the Captain, speaking in such a 
 voice of good-humour as surprised me, and 
 looking about him at the company more geni- 
 ally than I had ever before witnessed in his 
 manner as host or chairman at that table. "He 
 has been blown out of the South Atlantic." 
 
 "This is a good wind but an ugly sea," 
 cried Colonel Wills, swerving as though 
 bitten just in time to escape the contents of 
 a cup of coffee over his legs. 
 
 "Will they never build a ship that shall 
 keep still in the water 1 " said a lady.
 
 THE ''MOHOCK" IS SEIZED 73 
 
 "They might build a ship that would 
 swing in a frame, just as that tray oscillates," 
 said Monsiguor Luard. " The tables, the pas- 
 sengers, the stewards running about, every- 
 thing and everybody would sit as steadily or 
 move as comfortably as though on dry land, 
 though seas forty feet high should be running 
 outside." 
 
 " A good idea," exclaimed Mr. Jackson, 
 " and then there would be an end of sea- 
 sickness." 
 
 "No, sir," exclaimed Captain Sinclair, "the 
 motion that causes sea-sickness is the motion 
 that you can't provide against. Figure that 
 you are seated in that swinging tray," said he, 
 pointing ; " it is perfectly true that you shan't 
 feel the ship roll or pitch, but what you must 
 feel is the downward fall and upward launch ; 
 in fact, you must go with the ship, swing as 
 you will, and it's the up and down, the drop 
 from peak to base, the rise to the height 
 again that does it." 
 
 This was received with deference by all, 
 and with earnest attention by Mr. Macbride, 
 as coming from the captain of the ship. 
 
 " It is lucky for those chaps that we fell 
 in with them last night," said the Colonel. 
 "They must have perished in such a sea as 
 this." 
 
 " She's a fine boat," said Mr. Macbride, "a
 
 74 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 sailor told me she was carvel-built and then 
 walked off. What is carvel-built ? " 
 
 "They make a pretty sturdy show as a 
 shipwrecked lot, don't they ? " said Mr. Jack- 
 son. " I doubt if a theatrical audience would 
 accept such a make-up as genuine — as dis- 
 tressful enough by all the way from a good 
 dinner to casting lots." 
 
 " What is carvel-built ? " repeated Mr. Mac- 
 bride. 
 
 "How do shipwrecked men look?" said 
 the Captain. 
 
 " Oh, one gets hold of notions," answered 
 the comedian. "After reading Byron, for 
 instance, and the Mariner's Chronicle, you 
 want bloodshot eyes, hair like seaweed, a 
 cannibal pallor of countenance, and that sort 
 of face which its mother wouldn't know." 
 
 " Those men had no time to give them- 
 selves such airs," said Mrs. Wills. 
 
 "They were adrift for a few hours only, 
 comparatively speaking, in fine weather, in a 
 large roomy boat, well stocked with drink 
 and provisions, and they are sailors, used to 
 hardships," said the Captain. 
 
 "What is carvel-built?" bothered the 
 parson. 
 
 " When the sides of planking lie together 
 instead of over-lapping," answered the Captain. 
 
 "I was observing some of the men just
 
 THE ''MOHOCK" IS SEIZED 75 
 
 now," said Monsignor. " They were helping 
 the seamen to wash the decks. They seem 
 a fine powerful body of fellows." 
 
 " One's infernally ngly," said the Colonel 
 through his nose. 
 
 " So ugly that nothing but baptism could 
 have made him a man," said Mr. Jackson 
 with a loud laugh. 
 
 Monsignor put on a concerned face and 
 cast down his eyes. 
 
 After breakfast my stepfather called me 
 to his cabin. " Laura," said he, " I lost my 
 temper, and am sorry. I was a little startled. 
 I do not like to have a stranger, such a man, 
 too, as that fellow of the long-boat, foisted 
 upon me as an acquaintance, as one that I 
 should receive at my house." 
 
 " Of course I was mistaken," said I. 
 
 " We'll say no more about it," he exclaimed, 
 touching my forehead with his lips, and then 
 he bade me sit down, and talked for half an 
 hour about the voyage, and the passengers, 
 and the fine times he intended I should have 
 in New York. 
 
 That afternoon the gale broke, and in the 
 evening it was blowing a fresh wind, with a 
 quick black ridge of sea that put an uncom- 
 fortable jump into the ship's motions ; but 
 the weight of the gale was off the surge, 
 and aloft its voice was a moaning instead
 
 76 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 of the prolonged, soul-sickening yell of the 
 morning. 
 
 I went on deck in the twilight, when the 
 remains of the sunset lay in a rusty, dirty, 
 stain like old gore amongst the scud that 
 swept into it, and found the ship clothed 
 again almost to her topmost yards. She was 
 a gallant picture in that weak light. The 
 darkness of the night was descending upon the 
 froth of the sea and the spirit of desolation 
 lay cold in that vast breast of waters. The 
 ship seemed alive whilst she floated with 
 proud fearlessness into the mystery of the 
 night. I had never admired her so much 
 before. You went below and sat in the 
 radiant saloon ; you played at cards, read, 
 talked, did as you would in a hotel drawing- 
 room ashore, and, seasoned to the movement 
 of the fabric, forgot for a long hour or two 
 where you were ; then returning on deck, lo ! 
 the bleakness of the night suddenly encom- 
 passed you ; dimly on high soar the spectral 
 wings of the ship, the roar of the bow-wave 
 slants off on the wind, and the sound of 
 rushing waters in the blackness strikes a chill 
 to the very marrow ; but the gallant fabric 
 has been heroically doing her work whilst you 
 were gone ; she does it whilst you watch — 
 in your sleep she will be faithful to you. I 
 could not but think of her as one thinks
 
 THE ''MOHOCK" IS SEIZED 77 
 
 of a beautiful horse, as something to love, 
 something full of spirit, that knows what is 
 expected of it, but whose patient dutifulness 
 makes her more wonderful and touching as a 
 creation than had she owed her life to nature. 
 
 I went to bed that night at ten, and re- 
 member that when I left the saloon my step- 
 father sat at the table with Monsignor Luard, 
 who was describing a visit he had made to 
 Kome. The lamps shone brightly, and the 
 mirrors flashed back the radiance as the 
 heave of the ship swung the illuminated 
 globes ; most of the passengers were in the 
 saloon ; the Grasshopper and Mr. Jackson 
 played at double dummy at the bottom of the 
 table ; Mrs. Wills' fat hand sparkled whilst 
 her fingers in deep meditation hovered over 
 the draught-board ; Macbride read aloud to 
 his wife in a corner. It was a cheerful sea- 
 piece, and the meaning of the ocean was in 
 it with the movement of the deck and the 
 straining noises of bulkhead and cargo. 
 
 But the wind was certainly scanting and 
 the sea flattening, and when I was in my 
 bunk lying down I seemed to find the ship 
 sailing along as quietly as a yacht ofi" South- 
 ampton. 
 
 I was awakened by a noise of several voices. 
 A number of people talked together, and there 
 was excitement and terror in their tones. I
 
 78 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'* 
 
 lay listening a minute, then looked at my 
 watch ; it was a quarter after seven. The 
 sun was risen, and the atmosphere of my 
 cabin was bright with the blue light of 
 heaven, and white with the silver of rolling 
 seas shone upon. The sound of voices in 
 great tumult in the saloon continued, but my 
 cabin was far aft, and the bulkhead stout, and 
 I could not distinguish words. 
 
 I went to the door in my nightdress, 
 opened it, and listened. I thought at first 
 there was a violent quarrel amongst a num- 
 ber of the passengers. I could catch no more 
 than disjointed sentences without meaning; 
 Mr. Bergheim would begin to speak, then 
 Mr. Jackson's voice would roll in ; whilst 
 they rattled together Colonel Wills would fall 
 a-shouting, and then a woman screeched. 
 
 I closed the door and dressed myself as 
 fast as ever I could ply my hands ; then 
 sallied forth and walked right among the 
 people. 
 
 All the saloon passengers were now pre- 
 sent. Mrs. Macbride lay in a swoon on the sofa, 
 and her husband and a lady hung over her. 
 She it was no doubt I had heard shriek. I 
 never could have figured such looks of con- 
 sternation as I beheld. Every man's face was 
 white as paper, if I except Monsignor, who 
 stood erect and dignified, holding by a stan-
 
 THE "MOHOCK" IS SEIZED 79 
 
 chion, his expression one of mingled amaze- 
 ment and expectation. I saw the steward 
 standing at the sideboard forward ; he seemed 
 fearfully woe-begone and frightened, and pos- 
 tured as a man who, having delivered a hide- 
 ous message, devotes himself with horror to 
 reconsidering the meaning of it. 
 
 " Here's Miss Hayes ; tell her ! " shrieked 
 Mrs. Wills, on catching sight of me. 
 
 "We're prisoners," said the Grasshopper, 
 who was very pale, pulling his hands out of 
 his breeches' pockets and folding his arms. 
 
 " The ship's seized by them we rescued 
 from drowning ; and we're locked up and 
 can't get out," shouted the little German Jew, 
 r)erglieim. 
 
 "Do they mean to cut our throats ? How 
 did they get possession of the small-arms ? " 
 yelled the Colonel, in a passion of alarm and 
 wrath. " How the devil came the Captain 
 and ship's officers to be so neglectful as to 
 allow the ruffians to arm themselves with 
 those very weapons with which we and the 
 crew could have subdued them in a jiify ?" 
 
 "We are frightening Miss Hayes," ex- 
 claimed Monsignor. "The news is very sud- 
 den, and let us remember that the Captain is 
 her stepfather." 
 
 "What is if? What has happened ? I do 
 not understand you," I cried. I was not only
 
 8o THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 bewildered by the shouts, I was likewise fresh 
 from sleep, was a little thick, and this thing 
 was a matter no girl's brain could instantly 
 compass. 
 
 *' Step this way and repeat the story to the 
 lady, steward," cried Mr. Jackson. 
 
 The man came from the sideboard, looking 
 completely crushed, and putting his hand 
 upon the table, depressed his face, yet lifted 
 his eyes to mine, so that his appearance was 
 as if he were receiving sentence to be shot. 
 
 " What is this that has happened, steward?" 
 said I. " Where is Captain Sinclair ? " 
 
 The passengers fell silent as death, saving 
 that just when the steward was about to 
 speak, the parson and his lady friend lifted 
 Mrs. Macbride off the sofa, and staggered 
 with her into their cabin : I caught the noise 
 of a fall when they had entered the berth, 
 but nobody took any notice. 
 
 "The twelve men we rescued the other 
 night," began the steward, " turn out to be a 
 gang of pirates " — he sank his voice at the 
 word "pirates" and glanced uneasily around 
 and up at the skylight. " They ain't no 
 shipwrecked men at all. They've waylaid 
 us off some vessel that's been a watching of 
 us. That's what I say." 
 
 "But what's happened? " I asked. 
 
 " Why, in the middle watch they got hold
 
 THE ''MOHOCK" IS SEIZED 8i 
 
 of the arms-chest, and armed themselves to 
 the teeth with pistols and cutlashes, clapped 
 the hatches over those who were under deck, 
 forced the watch on deck into the forecastle, 
 along with the boatswain and carpenter ; then 
 a gang of them lays aft, and forces the Captain, 
 who was on deck, and Mr. Gordon, who had 
 charge, into the bo'snn's berth. This done, 
 three of them seeks mc and the second mate, 
 and drives us with levelled pistols right for- 
 rards, where they thrusts us into the berth 
 along with the Captain and mate. There's a 
 fellow bristling with arms stationed at the 
 forescuttle ; there's another a-bristling just 
 the same at the door where the Captain 
 and t'others lies locked up, and a third's up 
 there," said he, pointing to the companion, 
 "and he threatens to blow the blistered 
 brains out of the bloody head of the first 
 person who attempts to look out." 
 
 Mrs. Wills squealed and fell back upon a 
 sofa : her husband sank beside her. 
 
 " Beg him not to use such horrifying lan- 
 guage," exclaimed a stout, stern-looking lady 
 with curls gummed on her forehead : she had 
 two children with her, both of whom were 
 crying, but quietly. 
 
 " It's drawing on for breakfast-time," cried 
 the Grasshopper ; " are we to be fed ? " 
 
 "Who has taken command of the ship?" 
 
 F
 
 82 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 said I, who had been too astounded to speak 
 until that moment. 
 
 " A thin feller, likewise armed — got a little 
 bit of a mustache : it was him fetched me 
 out and sent me along down here to tell 
 the ladies and gents there's nothing to be 
 afraid of, and that they'd be well treated if 
 they gave no trouble. I left him walking 
 the quarter-deck when the cove guarding 
 the companion opened the doors to let me 
 through." 
 
 " How many sailors go to this ship's crew ? " 
 bawled the Grasshopper. 
 
 " Eighteen, sir," answered the steward. 
 
 "Eighteen!" howled the other, "not to 
 mention us men aft, every one of whom, so I 
 take it, is willing to fight in defence of his 
 life, liberty, and property ! Why, we're an 
 army compared to the twelve scoundrels who 
 have seized the ship." 
 
 " And then you have the 'tween-deck pas- 
 sengers," said Mr. Jackson. 
 
 " Why, of course," roared the Grasshopper, 
 rounding upon the steward as if he were the 
 chief culprit in the affair, and responsible for 
 the whole business. 
 
 " We're all under hatches, sir, them and 
 us and the sailors," answered the steward, 
 " and when a man's under hatches he may as 
 well be under ground."
 
 THE "MOHOCK'' IS SEIZED 83 
 
 " What firearms can we muster amongst 
 us ? " said the Grasshopper. " I have a re- 
 volver." 
 
 The others seemed not to hear. 
 
 Monsignor said, " I should deprecate any 
 resistance when perhaps we may expect good 
 usage by remaining passive. Cut off as we 
 are down here, the Captain and officers im- 
 prisoned in a cabin, the sailors locked up in 
 the forecastle, and the rest of the people shut 
 down in another part, the ship is helplessly 
 in the rascals' hands. I counsel calmness and 
 patience. Resistance must lead to bloodshed, 
 which the fellows who have seized the ship 
 may desire as little as we do." 
 
 "But see here," said Mr. Jackson, "I want 
 to get to New York. I've star engagements 
 to fulfil, and I am due" — and he named a 
 date. 
 
 " Don't make a trouble of such slush as 
 play-acting in the face of this," said the 
 Grasshopper, with insolent irritability. 
 
 Mr. Jackson turned and played a furious 
 scowl upon him ; there was nothing comical 
 whatever meant in that look. 
 
 I seated myself whilst this sort of talk went 
 on. Yet even in that moment I seemed to 
 find something humorous in our tragic situa- 
 tion. It was monstrous, but it was a ridi- 
 culous thing, too, that a number of ladies and
 
 84 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 gentlemen and children, first-class passengers, 
 should be locked up in a gay saloon, and 
 sentinelled by a seaman armed to the teeth. 
 Those were still early years in this cen- 
 tury ; yet I don't think the pirate as we 
 read of him, the scoundrel of the Jolly Roger 
 and the bloody flag, was still afloat. Now 
 and again, perhaps, a corsair was to be heard 
 of down among the West India Islands, but 
 who, this side of Paul Jones's capers, would 
 look for the piccaroon in the North Atlantic ? 
 The seizure of the Mohock was no piracy after 
 the old pattern. It was clearly the result of 
 some deep-laid plot, to which confederates 
 belonging to the ship herself would be essen- 
 tial ; and whilst I thus thought, my heart grew 
 as lead, and horror trod upon the heels of 
 dark suspicion. 
 
 Colonel Wills at this moment with a 
 clenched fist fell to haranguing us. He told 
 us that he was an American soldier, that he 
 loved blood-letting as little as any one, but 
 that, in spite of Monsignor's mild advice, it 
 was not to be endured that they should all 
 sit down and wait for their throats to be 
 cut. 
 
 '• Who's to tell me," he shouted, " that the 
 villains, after plundering the ship, won't set 
 her afire, and go away in the boats, leaving 
 us battened down to be roasted alive ? "
 
 THE ''MOHOCK" IS SEIZED 85 
 
 " Such talk is unreasonable, Colonel, in 
 the presence of ladies," said Monsignor. 
 
 A child began to cry bitterly, yet the 
 Colonel proceeded, despite the noise. He 
 bawled, "There's no unreasonableness in 
 facts. If we've fallen into the hands of 
 pirates, I'm prepared for the worst. Are we 
 to sit here, I say, whilst they gut the ship of 
 booty and then scuttle her? There's that 
 skylight," he yelled, jumping up from his 
 wife's side. " With fire-arms " 
 
 At that instant the companion doors were 
 opened, and the Colonel fell back by his 
 wife's side, mute as a rat, as though lightning- 
 withered. 
 
 The stewardess came down the ladder, and 
 against the sky past her in the square of the 
 companion I caught sight of the figure of a 
 man, who, as the woman descended, closed 
 the doors. Till now there had been some- 
 thing dreamlike in these wild terrifying 
 moments, but the sight of that sentinel, and 
 the rapid closing of the companion doors, 
 put a significance into the whole thing 
 that had the terror of death itself in it. I 
 turned cold and felt sick. Monsignor's eye 
 was upon me. He withdrew, but in a few 
 moments returned with a little brandy. 
 
 As the stewardess approached us every 
 voice saving mine and the priest's was lifted
 
 86 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 high, hoarse, shrill in question. She was 
 dressed in a bonnet and shawl, and looked 
 as though, having missed the ship, she had 
 just stepped on board after a long chase in 
 an open boat. 
 
 *' You're wanted on deck, steward," said 
 she, paying no heed to the passengers' ques- 
 tions. 
 
 " What am I wanted for ? " said the ste- 
 ward, turning if possible paler than he was. 
 
 " I think it's to see about the saloon break- 
 fast," she answered, and then, pulling off her 
 bonnet, she cried, " What an awful business, 
 to be sure ! They are mad with terror in the 
 'tween-decks, where the beasts have kept me 
 locked up since four o'clock." 
 
 The steward carried the figure of a man 
 going to his doom as he walked to the 
 companion steps and mounted them. He 
 knocked upon the closed doors, but got no 
 reply. He knocked again, and a voice de- 
 livered by a hurricane lung thundered : 
 
 "My orders are to shoot down any man 
 who tries to break through ; so keep back." 
 
 The steward fell half-way down the flight 
 of steps. I caught at that instant the dull 
 light of a ship's musket barrel in the grip 
 of the sentry. Suddenly another man came 
 into the companion, and the same hoarse 
 voice I remembered as having answered
 
 THE ''MOHOCK" IS SEIZED 87 
 
 Captain Sinclair's hail bawled down, " Was 
 that the steward knocking ? " 
 
 " Ay, sir," answered the terrified man. 
 
 "Then come up and bear a hand. No 
 need to keep the passengers waiting break- 
 fast." 
 
 The steward passed out, but the doors were 
 left open, and a minute later, after a short 
 rumble of talk, one of the two fellows came 
 below.
 
 CHAPTER V 
 
 UNDER HATCHES 
 
 The man that came into the saloon was the 
 thin, wiry, soldierly rogue Avitli the yellow 
 mustache. He stepped to the head of the 
 table, close under the skylight, and on look- 
 ing at him again I was as convinced that he 
 was the man I had seen at my stepfather's 
 as that my eyes were those I had viewed him 
 with. He had made some change of apparel ; 
 wore a cloth cap, a monkey-jacket, trousers 
 stuffed into sea-boots, which gave him a 
 theatrical, swaggering look ; a cutlass was 
 strapped to his waist, and the butt of a pistol 
 showed under either pocket flap. He grasped 
 no weapon, but then at the head of the saloon 
 staircase stood the seaman with the musket ; 
 we could see him clearly : he held the musket 
 by the barrel, the butt end resting on the 
 deck, and lounged in a posture that hinted 
 at plenty of savage alertness when a call 
 should come. 
 
 "Me and my mates," said the man, speak- 
 
 ss
 
 UNDER HATCHES 89 
 
 iDg in a steady, hoarse voice, and looking 
 about him fiercely, even to the suggestion of 
 a squint under the wrinkles of his scowl- 
 ing frown, "have got possession of this ship, 
 and we mean to keep her. No harm's in- 
 tended to you here." 
 
 " But is that so V cried Mrs. Wills. 
 
 He surveyed her figure, and answered, 
 insolently, " Ay, or I shouldn't have said it." 
 
 '■'Pray let us hear what is to be done with 
 us?" exclaimed Monsignor. 
 
 " There'll be no change," continued the 
 man, talking in his throat as though he 
 supposed that hoarseness lent a fresh terror 
 to his aspect. "You'll fare the same as 
 you've been doing. You'll be allowed to 
 take the air in small companies." 
 
 "Are our lives in peril?" cried the Grass- 
 hopper, leaning forward and breaking into 
 the question with spasmodic vehemence. 
 The sound of his voice and the posture of 
 his elbow was like a leap in the air. 
 
 *' That'll be your business, master, not 
 ourn ! " answered the fellow. " Keep you 
 quiet, that's all." 
 
 "But," exclaimed Monsignor, "how do you 
 intend to dispose of us?" 
 
 " You'll be put ashore," was his reply. 
 
 " But where, sir, but where ? " shouted Mr. 
 Jackson, staring with greedy, fearful eager-
 
 90 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 ness at the figure of the fellow. " I booked 
 to New York. My wish is simply to get 
 there. I have many important engagements 
 to fulfil, and their forfeiture must signify so 
 serious a loss, that sooner — in short, if you 
 will name any reasonable sum " — the come- 
 dian began to stammer. 
 
 "I don't think it will be New York 
 with yer this voyage," interrupted the man. 
 "But keep quiet. That's all you've got to 
 do. You'll come to no hurt any of you, 
 only you must give no trouble." 
 
 Thus speaking, he cast another angry look 
 around, and his eye lighting upon me, his 
 face I thought relaxed for an instant, but 
 the villain was quick with his wits, and was 
 coolly mounting the steps before I could have 
 sworn he saw me. 
 
 We sat or stood staring at one another. 
 Then said Colonel Wills : 
 
 "What in flames is meant? Did any 
 man ever meet the like of so all-fired a 
 fiend ? They mean to alter the ship's course, 
 anyhow." 
 
 The actor lifted up his fist and let it fall. 
 Monsignor went to the head of the table, 
 where my stepfather sat at meals, and looked 
 at a tell-tale compass secured to a beam im- 
 mediately overhead. He looked and looked 
 again. His face fell. A new tinge of pale-
 
 UNDER HATCHES 91 
 
 ness entered his tranquil handsome features, 
 and he said in a low but clear voice : 
 
 " The course is already changed." 
 
 "Where are they steering us to?" cried a 
 lady. 
 
 '* The ship's course is now," exclaimed the 
 priest, upturning his eyes to the tell-tale once 
 more, " almost directly south." 
 
 This announcement was followed by a pro- 
 longed silence of consternation. 
 
 " Is there no remedy ? " blubbered the hard- 
 faced woman with the children. " Won't they 
 transfer us to another ship ? What can they 
 intend by sailing us south 1 " and the poor 
 thing's red eyes rolled about in their sockets, 
 glaring and wild with fright. 
 
 " Can't you comfort us 1 " cried Mrs. Wills 
 to the stewardess. "You've been to sea for 
 years and years. Have you never had any 
 experience of this sort before ? " 
 
 " God forbid ! " answered Mrs. Yorrock. 
 " Who indeed ever heard of the like happen- 
 ing in an American liner 1 " 
 
 "The Captain may break out with the 
 mates, and recover the ship," said somebody, 
 at which everybody looked at me. 
 
 I had nothing to say. What did it matter 
 that the commander was my stepfather ? I sat 
 silent and sick with fear and black suspicion. 
 My memory preserves but little of the hurry,
 
 92 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 rage, confusion of talk that followed. The 
 stewardess said it was a piratical plot arranged 
 in London before the ship sailed : she knew 
 it by this token — there were no cutlasses in 
 the vessel's arms-chest. 
 
 "Did they bring them in the long-boat?" 
 shouted the Colonel, " If so, their intention 
 was plain, and '11 convict the Captain and 
 mates," he snarled through his nose, " as 
 confederates." 
 
 " Hush ! I beg of you. Colonel ! " cried 
 Monsignor, tossing his hands towards the 
 skylight and looking at me. 
 
 " Parcels of small arms may have been 
 secretly shipped at the docks," exclaimed the 
 stewardess. " But it's shocking, ladies and 
 gentlemen, I'm sure, even to mention Captain 
 Sinclair, the most respected of commanders, 
 and Mr. Gordon and Mr. Turnbull, as con- 
 federates." 
 
 Thus ran the talk : it mouldered quickly, 
 however, by cause of most of the passengers 
 being but half-dressed and going to their 
 berths. 
 
 At nine o'clock by the saloon dial the com- 
 panion doors were opened, and the steward 
 descended. The fellow on deck sentinelling 
 the hatch let us see that he was on guard 
 by crossing and recrossing the space of blue 
 weather that shone in the doorway, and bring-
 
 UNDER HATCHES 93 
 
 ing the musket-end down with a thud when 
 he halted. The steward was alone. The 
 stewardess asked if his understrappers were 
 to be allowed to help him : he answered surlily, 
 "No, they was locked up along with the 
 
 crew." 
 
 He and the stewardess prepared the table 
 for breakfast. There were but three or four 
 of us in the saloon at this time, and we 
 worried the man with questions. 
 
 "Who's looking after the ship? " says the 
 Grasshopper. 
 
 " The beast in the mustache, sir." 
 
 "Are any of the ship's company helping?" 
 inquired Monsignor. 
 
 " Nary man. Only the shipwrecked crew's 
 on deck, barring me and the cook." 
 
 "There are twelve men," said Monsignor, 
 " and four guard the hatches, and one is at 
 the wheel, whilst one is in charge ; that leaves 
 but six to trim the yards and work the 
 sails of this big ship," and he shrugged his 
 shoulders. 
 
 " Is the door of the berth the Captain and 
 the mates are in guarded ? " I asked. 
 
 " Yes, miss." 
 
 "What will the Captain do?" cried the 
 Grasshopper. " I allow by the looks of him 
 that he's not the man to allow his ship and 
 her cargo, and a crowd of people more or less
 
 94 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 important, to be walked off with and made 
 away with by the dozen scabs we picked off 
 the sea." 
 
 "Once men are under hatches they are 
 powerless," said Monsignor. " I have read 
 of a ship that was seized by two Malays ; 
 they ran amuck, the crew rushed below, the 
 Malays battened them down, and held undis- 
 puted possession for a week. Nothing saved 
 the people but her appearance aloft ; an 
 inquisitive man-of-war approached, and the 
 Malays sprang overboard." 
 
 " Steward, open that skylight," said the 
 Colonel. " Its growing durned rammish down 
 here." 
 
 " They'll shoot me if I show my head there," 
 answered the steward. 
 
 Monsignor, spreading a large yellow hand- 
 kerchief upon the table, got on to it, and ran 
 one of the frames up by its rack, calmly 
 screwing it afterwards. No notice was paid 
 to this on deck, though he said that the wiry 
 man who stood at the weather mizzen rigging 
 watched him. 
 
 "What have they pirated this ship for? 
 What's in her, anyhow ? " asked the Colonel. 
 
 The steward, turning his pale face upon 
 his shoulder, answered, "Ninety-eight thou- 
 sand pounds in gold, sir." 
 
 The Grasshopper and the Colonel whistled
 
 UNDER HATCHES 95 
 
 low and long together, and the Colonel, 
 springing up, began to walk, whilst he 
 shouted, " By thunder ! If I haven't always 
 thought that money was a more dangerous 
 cargo than gunpowder." 
 
 The breakfast was long in serving. The 
 steward had to work alone ; the fellow 
 guarding the companion would not let the 
 stewardess through. Never did a more 
 forlorn company sit down to a meal at sea. 
 Conversation was restrained, perhaps fortu- 
 nately, by the wiry fellow giving us an 
 occasional view of his figure as he slowly 
 walked past the open skylight, keeping a 
 look-out. It was soon whispered round that 
 the ship had ninety-eight thousand pounds 
 in her, and every face darkened at the 
 intelligence ; the capture was a rich prize 
 in a word, and God alone could tell how 
 it was to go with us, armed to the teeth as 
 the twelve determined devils were, and every 
 soul aboard secured under hatches. 
 
 I never could have imagined so dejected a 
 countenance as Mr. Jackson's ; scarcely the 
 tremendous character of the thing that had 
 wrought it saved me from bursting into a 
 laugh at him. His dark eyes were rooted to 
 the tablecloth ; he ate but little. Monsignor 
 Luard spoke soothingly to the ladies and 
 tried to comfort them.
 
 96 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 " I am pleased," he said, " to hear of the 
 money. I do not agree with Colonel Wills 
 and the other gentlemen that it deepens the 
 significance of our peril. My conviction is 
 that the robbers will bring the ship to a 
 stand off some coast with which they are 
 acquainted, where, after carrying the money 
 ashore, they will abandon us. It will prove 
 a true romance of the sea, which might be 
 of great professional use to Mr. Jackson, 
 for what could form a more thrilling sub- 
 ject for a nautical drama than this experi- 
 ence ? " 
 
 The comedian spat a curse at the deck. 
 
 I could not guess what sort of a wind 
 blew. I saw fine weather in the mottled 
 azure through the skylight. Through that 
 glass, too, the mizzenmast was visible ; the 
 yards were braced square, and the marble- 
 white cloths sank and swelled languidly 
 with the regular curtseying of the ship on 
 the long heave of brine that followed her. 
 All remained wonderfully quiet on deck for 
 a long while. From time to time one or 
 another of the gentlemen, finding heart, 
 would spring upon the table and cautiously 
 apply his eye to the skylight glass, and re- 
 port softly what he saw ; but what he saw 
 was never more than this — a fellow armed 
 with a musket leaning against the com-
 
 UNDER HATCHES 97 
 
 panion, a second at the wheel, and from 
 time to time a third walking a look-out. 
 
 The sight of the steward was a godsend 
 when they let him down to get us some 
 lunch. But Master Milk-liver had never 
 any news to tell us. I think that steward, 
 whose real name I'd publish if I remembered 
 it, was the greatest coward that ever shipped 
 to serve at table. It was degrading to hear 
 him thank the armed ruffian above for opening 
 the door and letting him down. All that he 
 could tell us was that the Captain and mates 
 were still locked up and the crew under 
 hatches. Some of the steerage passengers 
 liad been allowed on deck to cook a mid- 
 day meal for all of them ; the main-hatch, 
 under which the rest lay, was guarded, just 
 as was the companion. 
 
 I have said there were sixteen cabin 
 passengers, including children, and at four 
 o'clock that afternoon the whole of us were 
 assembled in the saloon, seldom speaking, 
 and staring idly ; for all had been said ; it 
 was only now and again that somebody would 
 break out ; but speculation was exhausted, 
 and there was nothing else to base our talk 
 upon. 
 
 On a sudden we heard the voices of 
 men chorusing the familiar sea-chant of 
 *' Cheerily, men ! " this was accompanied by
 
 98 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 a grinding and scraping of feet on deck. 
 One or two got upon the table, but the com- 
 motion was forward, and it was impossible to 
 see that way. The stewardess, coming out 
 of Mrs. Macbride's cabin, cocked her head a 
 moment or two, and lifted her eyebrows. 
 
 •'What do you think it is?" asked some 
 one. 
 
 She listened again and then answered — 
 
 "I believe they are hoisting out the big 
 boat they came in." 
 
 "They may have got the money and mean 
 to leave the ship," said the Colonel. 
 
 " What ! carry off ninety-eight thousand 
 pounds in an open boat ? " cried the Grass- 
 hopper with a sarcastic sneer. " How much 
 d'ye think ninety-eight thousand pounds 
 weighs? Not to mention twelve stout men 
 to sink her farther yet, along with all the 
 provisions and water they need ; for aren't 
 we in the middle of the Atlantic, hey?" 
 
 " What can they mean to do ? " cried Mrs. 
 Wills in a thrilling voice. 
 
 We had not long to wait to discover. Loud 
 shouts of '* Slacken away ! Ease off hand- 
 somely ! " and the like reached us, and shortly 
 afterwards we heard the splash of a large 
 body lowered quickly and water-borne " with 
 a run." Had the side of the ship been 
 depressed we might have caught a sight of
 
 UNDER HATCHES 99 
 
 the boat through an o[)en porthole ; but the 
 Mohock floated upright under square wings, 
 and you could see nothing but the horizon 
 and the sky above it through the windows. 
 
 Whatever was happening, however, was 
 being carried on with great activity ; men 
 sprang about, cries sharp as with temper and 
 urgency reached us through the open skylight, 
 under which some of the gentlemen stood, 
 straining their ears with all their might to 
 gather from the noise the least import of 
 what was intended. Mr. Macbride had ter- 
 rified us by suggesting in a trembling voice 
 that the boat was meant for us saloon pas- 
 sengers, who were to be sent adrift as a sort 
 of beginning. Occasionally this poor man 
 would whine most dolefully. 
 
 " Oh ! " he cried out once, breaking into a 
 long silence and addressing himself to Mon- 
 signor, " how is our little excursion — the trip 
 that my wife and I have been looking for- 
 ward to for months and months — saving up 
 and praying for — how is it to end ? She lies 
 in her bed motionless, and almost dead with 
 headache. Surely there must be some error 
 — if representatives of the twelve men were 
 invited into this saloon in a kindly, gentle- 
 manly way, and the facts of our situation 
 submitted to them with modemtion — appeal- 
 ingly "
 
 loo THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 ** Ask the sentry to let you pass and see 
 what you can do for us," the Grasshopper 
 growled out. 
 
 The clergyman, in fact, had been silenced 
 by finding no response to his twaddling 
 lamentations in the looks of us. 
 
 Two of the saloon cabin windows on the 
 starboard side were open, and we knew by 
 a fountain-like noise of rippling waters that 
 a large boat was towing alongside. We stood 
 or moved about, hearkening with passionate 
 eagerness : if ever any one spoke he was 
 silenced by grimaces or gestures. All this 
 while I was wondering what part Captain 
 Sinclair was going to play in this audacious 
 drama of the sea. I was surprised also that, 
 saving Colonel Wills' remark, no reference 
 was made by any of the people to what surely 
 suggested itself as a deep-laid conspiracy. 
 But then, of course, I had reason to be 
 shockingly suspicious, and to carry conjecture 
 beyond anything the most imaginative could 
 depicture. It was not only the presence of 
 the wiry man on board ; I had noticed the 
 anxious, secret look-out the Captain had kept 
 — for what, if not for the boat whose twelve 
 men had been brought aboard as shipwrecked 
 people? Again, I thought I saw plenty to 
 raise suspicion in that strange freak of the 
 barometer. Nor could I forget the queer,
 
 UNDER HATCHES loi 
 
 wary, steadfast look I caught that sullen, 
 straight-headed old seaman Gordon directing 
 at my stepfather. 
 
 "Hark!" suddenly cries Monsignor, lift- 
 ing his hand in a priestly way. "What is 
 happening ? " 
 
 It was a sound of trudging in the waist, 
 accompanied by a continuous growl of voices 
 of men, raging, but helpless ; occasionally a 
 clear sentence would leap out of that brute- 
 like clamour. 
 
 " Over you go. By God ! you'll not be 
 spared more than another if you hang back ! " 
 
 It was strange we did not hear more, see- 
 ing that the cabin windows were open and 
 the weather quiet, and no noises in the ship 
 saving an occasional light musketry of canvas 
 when the swell launched her, along with the 
 ticking of doors on hooks and creakings of 
 bulkheads. 
 
 Mr. Jackson got upon the table, and, peering 
 aft through the skylight, reported that the 
 companion door was unguarded. 
 
 "Depend upon it," said Monsignor, " they're 
 doing something that requires all their 
 strength." 
 
 "I've a good mind to force my way on 
 deck," exclaimed Colonel Wills. " This is a 
 ship, and I'm no rat." 
 
 " You'll do nothing of the sort/' half
 
 I02 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK'' 
 
 shrieked his wife. " They'd think no more 
 of shooting you than if you were a rat." 
 
 Colonel Wills appeared to take the same 
 view : he remained motionless ; evidently he 
 had no intention to attempt anything rash. 
 He got out of the thing quite gallantly by 
 exclaiming, with a scowl at the steps and in 
 a grumbling voice, " I'd step out and take my 
 chance, by thunder, if I didn't know those 
 doors were secured outside." 
 
 Thus some time passed, when all of a sud- 
 den a starboard cabin window was whitened 
 by the passing of a large sail close by, and 
 I heard Mr. Gordon's hurricane voice roar 
 out from the surface of the sea, " You'll be 
 lagged for it, every man of you. You're dogs 
 and devils to send a boatful of men adrift 
 with night coming on " 
 
 This was subdued into a dim, indistinguish- 
 able roaring till the white sail of the boat 
 slided abreast of the next open window, and 
 then we heard the fellows in her shouting 
 at the people on deck : 'twas a mere gib- 
 berish of curses, oaths, insults, and the boat 
 slipped aft, and I heard nothing save an 
 occasional insolent inhuman roar of laughter 
 above. 
 
 A thought came into my head and I went 
 to the Captain's cabin ; I was free of it, and 
 had used it when the Captain himself was
 
 UNDER HATCHES 103 
 
 present, lying down or writing. It was a 
 large airy cabin, with a big stern window 
 after the old pattern. The hour was about 
 live ; the sun hung a good bit above the 
 sea, and as the ship's stern faced north, the 
 splendour of the afternoon was on the left 
 in the water : the atmosphere trembled with 
 the rich lights of the ocean, and hung in 
 a blue glimmering transparency across the 
 cabin window, making the distance a little 
 misty with its radiance. 
 
 Yet I instantly saw on going to the window 
 the white, needle-like heights of a couple of 
 ships, apparently standing to the westward, 
 just under the bronzed round of a large, faint, 
 swollen heap of yellow cloud, riding clear 
 of the sea-edge. The next thing my sight 
 caught was the boat that had left us. She 
 was the boat the twelve men had been taken 
 out of, a fine large craft, sitting buoyantly, 
 though crowded, and in that instant of watch- 
 ing I saw them trim the large lugsail, and, 
 with an inverted Union Jack flying from 
 the masthead, slant away with spitting stem 
 and foaming rudder for the ships in the 
 distance. 
 
 I snatched up a binocular glass, and 
 looked whilst the boat was clearly framed 
 in the square of the window. The lenses 
 instantly gave me the faces of our old ship's
 
 I04 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 company. I could scarcely credit my sight; 
 Mr. Gordon sat in the sternsheets of the boat, 
 steering her. Next him was Mr. Turnbull. 
 I also saw the boatswain of the ship, a man 
 named Vigors, with many a face that had 
 grown familiar. There looked above twenty. 
 My pulse went quickly, whilst I searched that 
 crowd for my stepfather ; and when I saw 
 nothing of him I thought to myself, "Does 
 not his remaining on board prove my sus- 
 picions? What will those poor fellows out 
 there think of him ? Was it ever before told 
 of a shipmaster that he turned his whole 
 ship's company adrift in an open boat, with 
 the darkness coming on, themselves guiltless 
 of any wrong l " 
 
 The breeze that blew languidly for us 
 floating before it, was a fresh air for the little 
 craft, and she seethed through the brine 
 nimbly, marking the swiftness of her flight 
 upon the sea by the arrow-straight riband 
 of foam she seemed to trail ; there could be 
 no doubt of her coming up with, or at all 
 events of her being seen by, one or the other 
 of the ships whose spires were red in the 
 air. I watched through the glass till the 
 boat had passed out of the compass of the 
 window, and then re-entered the saloon. 
 
 The steward was preparing the table for 
 dinner, which had been delayed two hourg
 
 UNDER HATCHES 105 
 
 beyond the usual time, but nobody appeared 
 to have noticed this. He was answering 
 questions when 1 passed out of my step- 
 father's cabin, and I stood still to hear him, 
 being- almost as private and withdrawn there 
 as in a berth. 
 
 " The whole of the crew, do you say 1 " 
 exclaimed Mr. Bergheim. 
 
 " Barring me and the cook," was the 
 answer. 
 
 " Then we are completely in the power of 
 the fellows who have seized the ship ! " said 
 Mr. Macbride. 
 
 "Bin so all along," answered the steward, 
 proceeding in his business of dressing the 
 table with agitated gestures, and frequent up- 
 heavals of his pale face at the skylight. 
 
 " But it's like murdering men to send them 
 adrift in an open boat in this wide ocean," 
 said Monsignor Luard. 
 
 "There's two ships in sight," said the 
 steward, " and the boat's got a distress colour 
 a-flying. They've got wittles and sperrits, 
 and there's two hours of daylight left. I 
 don't fear, gentlemen, of their not being 
 seen and taken aboard." 
 
 "They'll report this piracy — but what 
 then?" says Colonel Wills, sticking out his 
 legs. " If the ship that picks them up is 
 westward bound it may take them a month ol"
 
 io6 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 six weeks to arrive at an American port. 
 Then, or some time afterwards, I reckon a 
 British cruiser will be sent in search. But 
 where'll she look for us, and where'll we be 
 by that time ? " 
 
 Mrs. Macbride, who no longer lay motion- 
 less in her cabin, clapped her handkerchief to 
 her milk-white face and rocked herself 
 
 " The only grain of comfort in this dread- 
 ful business," exclaimed the hard-faced lady, 
 "is that Captain Sinclair is still on board." 
 
 " What's he going to do for us, all alone as 
 he is?" answered Mr. Jackson, scowling at 
 her. " If he couldn't help us with his army 
 of men in the ship, of what use can he be 
 single-handed 1 " 
 
 I stepped forward at this point and ex- 
 claimed, "Has any news of my stepfather 
 reached the cabin 1 " 
 
 The steward answered, " They've kept him 
 aboard, miss, but he's still locked up." 
 
 "What do they mean to do with him?" 
 I asked. 
 
 "I expect," said Monsignor, "that they 
 have kept him to help them to navigate 
 the ship. None of the fellows I saw looked 
 educated and qualified as navigators." 
 
 " You'll find that's it," said the Grasshopper. 
 " But will he navigate the ship ? " he pro- 
 ceeded with excitement. "Ought he to lift
 
 UNDER HATCHES 107 
 
 his sextant, or take a single peep at his 
 chronometer, unless under assurances which 
 will provide for our safety and arrival in a 
 reasonable time in America?" 
 
 " Trust him to know his business," said 
 Monsignor gently. " You are right, madam. 
 It is comforting to know that he is on board. 
 Yet what must be his feelings? His crew 
 sent adrift, his ship captured, her course 
 altered, himself a prisoner ! " He uprolled 
 his eyes till nothing showed but the whites, 
 and Mr. Macbride groaned in sympathy with 
 that fine expressive face of misery. 
 
 At this moment the wiry man thrust his 
 head into the skylight, and called in his 
 hoarse note — 
 
 " Below there ! Is Miss Hayes amongst 
 ye? 
 
 I started and felt myself turn ashen, yet 
 I went at once to the table and looked up 
 and said, "What do you want?" 
 
 " The Captain wishes to have a talk along 
 with you, miss," answered the fellow, per- 
 severing in his voice of studied hoarseness. 
 " In plain words, we've given him his choice, 
 and he wants you to help him to decide. I'll 
 open the doors if you'll come up." 
 
 He withdrew his head. 
 
 "This is no roose, I hope," cried the 
 Colonel. "Miss Hayes is a fine young
 
 io8 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 woman, and by thunder the ladies must be 
 respected and protected, first and foremost," 
 and now he seemed in earnest, for he sprang 
 to his legs with his face full of blood, and a 
 wild look at the frame where the man's head 
 had been. 
 
 " I don't think Miss Hayes has any need 
 to be afraid," said the hard-faced lady. " Pray 
 consider," said she, addressing the others, 
 *' it's her stepfather who sends for her." 
 
 I went to my cabin without more ado and 
 put on my hat and jacket, then mounted the 
 companion steps and knocked upon the doors. 
 They were immediately opened by the wiry 
 man, who, on my stepping on deck, securely 
 closed them afresh, by some arrangement 
 of staple and padlock. I felt exceedingly 
 frightened when the doors were closed and I 
 found myself alone, that is, the only woman. 
 The western light was a blaze of splendour, 
 and the ship bowed stately before the breeze 
 in the royal dress of crimson the sunset draped 
 her with. Seven or eight fellows stood about 
 the decks in twos or threes. One grasping a 
 musket guarded the main-hatch. I saw no 
 other sentry. I sent one quick look seaward 
 in search of the boat, but out in the direction 
 she had been heading for it was all melting 
 dark blue water, flashful with red gleams 
 slipping from one crest to another, with th§
 
 UNDER HATCHES 109 
 
 two sail on the verge of the deep showing 
 full breasted, and as large again as from the 
 cabin window. 
 
 The wiry man said roughly, "It'll be all 
 right with them. One of those ships has 
 shifted her helm to pick the boat up. Now 
 you'd better come along and see the Captain. 
 Us men are impatient, and want him to decide 
 quickly." 
 
 Thus speaking, he led the way into the 
 fore part of the ship.
 
 CHAPTER VI 
 
 THE CAPTAIN VISITS THE PASSENGERS 
 
 The range of the ship's deck looked strange 
 with the fresh crew of sauntering burly rogues ; 
 the *tween-deck folk were under hatches, and 
 the fellow who guarded them glanced grimly 
 at me as I passed. Possibly he was the 
 hideous man the Colonel had spoken of. 
 He squinted, and had a hare-lip and red 
 hair, and a huge knob of tumour doubled 
 the girth of the neck under his right ear. 
 His face, almost to the concealment of his 
 eyes, was covered with small crawling red 
 whiskers. 
 
 The others seemed of the average type of 
 seamen, or rather of boatmen ; you may see 
 such men leaning alongshore against capstans, 
 anchor-flukes, public-house fronts. They were 
 variously attired, one in a moleskin cap, 
 another in a rusty wideawake, here a pea- 
 jacket, there a thick jersey. They trudged 
 in short walks, their hands for the most part 
 deep buried in their breeches' pockets, their
 
 THE CAPTAIN VISITS PASSENGERS iii 
 
 backs humped. A big deck-house stood 
 behind or abaft the foremast. The after part 
 was the ship's galley, and the fore division 
 contained the boatswain's, sailmaker's, and 
 carpenter's berths. The wiry man went to a 
 door on the starboard side of this house, and, 
 smartly rapping upon it, slided it open, roar- 
 ing in its grooves — 
 
 " Here's the lady, and let's have your deci- 
 sion quick, if you please," said he. 
 
 I cannot express the brutal insolence of 
 his tone and manner. I looked at him with 
 disgust and terror. 
 
 " Step in," said he, with a rough angry 
 gesture, and when I had entered he ran the 
 door to with ruffianly violence. 
 
 The house had Avindows, and the light of 
 the sunset was upon them, and I saw clearly. 
 The compartment was rather bigger than an 
 average saloon cabin. It contained a couple 
 of bunks, a locker, and a table. My step- 
 father sat upon the locker, stiff, and staring 
 in front of him like a blind man. His familiar 
 frown blackened the expression of his face 
 as he looked at me. He seemed haggard in 
 features somewhat, and disordered in apparel. 
 Afterwards, in thinking how this might be, 
 seeing that his sea-clothes were not of a sort 
 to be easily " disordered," I found in the 
 photographic memories of my sight that the
 
 112 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 impression was produced by his collar and 
 cravat. He made no sign, and I felt afraid. 
 Presently combing down his face with his 
 fingers, as though he would tighten the 
 slack stays of his wits behind his eyes, he 
 said — ■ 
 
 "I want to consult you. My mind is un- 
 hinged. This is the most dreadful situation 
 that ever the master of a ship was placed in." 
 
 I sat down, but answered nothing. 
 
 "I suppose you know," said he, "that 
 they have driven all the original ship's com- 
 pany, saving myself, into the boat we took 
 the scoundrels out of. They would not send 
 me away. No. The devils must keep me to 
 navigate the vessel, though I begged them 
 to choose one of the mates and despatch me 
 with my men." 
 
 " What are their plans ? " I asked. 
 
 " How do I know," he answered, speaking 
 with a sudden passion. "This is the alter- 
 native they give me : carry this ship to a 
 place which we shall name to you, or quit 
 her in an open boat." 
 
 "Which will you do?" 
 
 "I don't understand the slovenly coolness 
 of that question," said he. "I may set a 
 value upon my life, I hope, without regard to 
 your opinion of its worth." 
 
 "I would give anything," said I, "that
 
 THE CAPTAIN VISITS PASSENGERS 113 
 
 they had chosen one of the mates and sent 
 you away with the old ship's company." 
 
 " Yes, I entreated them to do so." 
 
 " Father," said I, " this seizure is the re- 
 sult of a conspiracy that must have been 
 arranged before the ship sailed." 
 
 " How can I tell ? " he answered, frowning 
 and folding his arms and leaning back. 
 
 "They are saying in the cabin that there 
 are no pirates in these seas. That boatload 
 of men hanging in the path of the vessel 
 was a ruse to capture her. The ship they 
 belonged to was not likely to be very far off. 
 Was it that schooner that spoke us a night 
 or two ago, do you think ? " 
 
 " Is that thought in the saloon 1 " 
 
 "It's my own suspicion." 
 
 "What do the passengers say about the 
 business?" 
 
 "We are horribly frightened. We are 
 locked up, and an armed man guards us. 
 We are in fear of our lives, and we can talk 
 of nothing but what is to become of us." 
 
 " But what is said 1 " he exclaimed, search- 
 ing my eyes with his keen gaze as though 
 he would constrain me by the passion and 
 grief of his looks to be brief and frank. 
 
 "The hardest thing, the only thing, per- 
 haps, worth noting in all the talk, was the 
 exclamation of odq of them, that you and 
 
 H
 
 114 '^HE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 the officers must be confederates in this 
 
 piracy." 
 
 " Who said that ? " he demanded, stiffening 
 himself erect into his former blind man's 
 posture. 
 
 "I forcjet." 
 
 " Recall the name." 
 
 "Iforo-et." 
 
 " Was it the priest 1 — was it the Colonel ? — - 
 was it Mr. Jackson 1 " 
 
 "I forget." 
 
 He did not believe me, but then he knew 
 for all my good-humour I had the spirit of 
 a mule. 
 
 "'SMiat led to that remark?" 
 
 "Why," said I, "I think it was owing to 
 the stewardess saying that as the rogues had 
 armed themselves with cutlasses, and there 
 were no cutlasses in the arms-chest, parcels 
 of weapons must have been secretly laid in 
 for them in dock." 
 
 " How did she know what the arms-chest 
 held?" he replied, looking as though what I 
 said relieved his mind. " The arms-chest 
 was handsomely equipped for this voyage. 
 I saw to it myself at the request of the 
 owners. Do you know that there are ninety- 
 eight thousand pounds in gold in this ship?" 
 
 " Yes, it has been talked of in the cabin." 
 
 "They must have read the statement of
 
 THE CAPTAIN VISITS PASSENGERS 115 
 
 her freight in the newspapers," he exclaimed. 
 "It was swiftly planned — a diabolical plan; 
 it will niin me." 
 
 *'How did the people in the boat know 
 exactly where to find this ship ? " 
 
 " The track of the liners is constant. They 
 took their chance, I suppose. Besides, what 
 do I know about it?" he shouted. "You 
 talk to me suspiciously. I don't like your 
 airs and looks. You have declared you met 
 one of the villains at my house before we 
 sailed. Do you still insist upon that ? " 
 
 "No. You have told me I am wrong. 
 There's a man on board very much like the 
 man I saw." 
 
 "And that's about it," said he. "But I 
 called YOU here to consult with vou. What 
 shall I do"? If I decline to navis^te the 
 vessel, they'll send me adrift. "Why should 
 they force me to sacrifice my life ? They 
 have ruined me. Shall I allow them to de- 
 stroy me also ? " 
 
 " Is there no hope of repossessing our- 
 selves of the vessel ? " 
 
 "What do you advise?" he exclaimed 
 impatiently. " Repossess ! " he went on, 
 with much irritatinsj sarcasm in his manner. 
 " I stand alone. What help am I to expect 
 from the heroes of the saloon ? The men 
 have seized the ship, and the money's theirs
 
 ii6 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 whilst they have hold of her. They are 
 armed, every man, a merciless, devilish lot, 
 as may be judged by their turning adrift a 
 whole company of men in an open boat at 
 nightfall. Repossess ! That would mean a 
 bloody business, bad for the saloon heroes 
 and the gutter fencibles of the 'tween-dccks, 
 but worse for you women." 
 
 It was almost dark now ; I could scarcely 
 see his face. The shadow had come on a 
 sudden in a long moan of wet blast over the 
 rail. A hoarse voice shouted sharply from 
 the quarter-deck. A minute later I was 
 listening to the yowling of men pulling at 
 ropes : it was a song of the blue-water sailor, 
 but not sung as the old company used to 
 sing it. The air in their mouths wanted 
 the waltzing, deep-sea roll it takes when 
 chanted by real seamen. My stepfather 
 went to one of the little windows and looked 
 forth ; he carried his hands behind him, and 
 whilst he stared I watched his fingers work- 
 ing as though he ground tobacco into snuff. 
 
 " What do you advise ? " he exclaimed. 
 
 " If they send you in an open boat they'll 
 take care there's a ship in the neighbour- 
 hood, I suppose ? " said I. 
 
 "They'll not wait for a ship to be in the 
 neighbourhood, as you call it," he answered. 
 "Let me tell them now I refuse to navigate
 
 THE CAPTAIN VISITS PASSENGERS 117 
 
 the ship, and they'll send me adrift out of 
 hand in the gig that hangs astern, to live, 
 if I can, through the night. What do yon 
 advise? " he repeated. 
 
 " If I were in yonr place, I should consult 
 my honour first of all." 
 
 " What has my honour got to do with 
 it ? " he shouted. " We pick up a boatload of 
 ruffiaus in good faith, believing them ship- 
 wrecked men. They rise, arm themselves, 
 and seize the ship. How is my honour con- 
 cerned ? " 
 
 I made no reply. 
 
 " You can return to the saloon," said he, 
 after a pause, " and explain to the passengers 
 the situation I am placed in. Perhaps they'll 
 agree with me that the commander of a ship 
 should never desert his post." 
 
 " When is your answer expected ? " said I, 
 with a faint smile. 
 
 " When I have made up my mind," he 
 replied. 
 
 Saying which, he took the door in his 
 hands as though he would slide it open, 
 and then recollecting himself, beat upon it. 
 It was thrust along its grooves from outside 
 by a fellow who held a musket in a posture 
 of readiness : vet the house had not been 
 sentinelled when I entered it ! I passed 
 through the door filled with wonder, shame,
 
 ii8 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 and temper, aud the moment I was out the 
 man rushed the door to with an unnecessary 
 show of savage energy. 
 
 The sun was gone, and the sea glanced 
 bleakly in froth under a patch of crimson 
 haze, but it was dark in the east, with a 
 sky full of stars. The wind had shifted and 
 freshened, and the ship was lying over under 
 reduced canvas, washing white through the 
 dusk of the early night, and the stars over 
 the sweeping mastheads seemed to listen up 
 in the silence there to the music in the 
 shrouds. 
 
 I was terribly depressed and frightened, 
 and whilst I went along the deck I tried to 
 understand why I had been brought into this 
 mysterious astonishing business ? — why, in 
 other words, he should have carried me along 
 with him this voyage ? Some object he had, 
 but I could find none. 
 
 When I reached the quarter-deck a figure 
 stepped from the mizzen rigging ; it was the 
 wiry man ; so far the gentry were nameless. 
 He said gruffly and hoarsely : 
 
 " What does the Captain mean to do ? We 
 can't keep all on waiting." 
 
 "Have you no navigator amongst you?" 
 said I, stopping and looking at his face by the 
 starshine and faint twilight. 
 
 " Never you mind," he answered.
 
 THE CAPTAIN VISITS PASSENGERS 119 
 
 "If he declines to navigate this ship and 
 yon send him adrift, what will you do ? " 
 
 He laughed. "Do ?" he exclaimed. "With- 
 out him any way. How've ye counselled 
 him ? " 
 
 "He needs no advice," said I, and I left 
 him swayinsr on his heels asrainst the western 
 rusty scar that slipped to and fro past the 
 squares in the shrouds and stepped to the 
 companion hatch, which the fellow on guard 
 there at once opened. 
 
 The lamps were alight and the people at 
 supper. I took my accustomed place, clad as 
 I was for the deck, and was instantly and 
 olficiously waited upon by the steward, whose 
 hovering air and pale anxious looks marked 
 him as eager as any to get the news. 
 
 "Well," cried Colonel Wills, "have you 
 seen the Captain, Miss Hayes? And if so, 
 how does he ? Have the scoundrels ill-used 
 him ? Will he come amongst us once 
 more?" 
 
 " He has had this offer," said I, " either to 
 command this ship to some destination which 
 they won't name, or be sent adrift in an open 
 boat, and take his chance of living or dying." 
 
 " Great God ! " cried Mr. Jackson, and one 
 of the ladies uttered a scream of horror. 
 
 "He'll take command, of course?" said 
 Monsignor.
 
 I20 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 "I hope so," I answered. 
 
 " It's his business to stick to the ship 
 any how," said the Colonel. "If he goes, 
 who's left? There's never a navigator 
 amongst us, bet yer. The fellows will make 
 off with the money and leave us to wash 
 about to our eternal destruction." 
 
 "That's much how Captain Sinclair reasons," 
 said I, eating and drinking with all the calm- 
 ness I could summon. 
 
 "There's no fear, I suppose," said Mr. 
 Jackson, " of his deciding to be sent adrift ? " 
 
 "She thinks not," replied Monsignor, ob- 
 serving I did not answer. 
 
 "An Irish sentry," said Mr. Jackson, "seeing 
 another cutting his throat, shot him to save 
 his life. That's how the Captain vrould be 
 serving us by allowing himself to be sent 
 adrift." 
 
 "But where are we to be steered to?" 
 asked Mr. Macbride, who on my seating my- 
 self had dropped his knife and fork to stare 
 at me aghast, with his under jaw a little 
 fallen. 
 
 " The Captain doesn't know," I answered. 
 
 " What is a likely place ? " he cried. 
 
 A good many eyes were directed at the 
 steward as the only seafaring authority in 
 the saloon. The challenge was direct, and 
 he answered :
 
 THE CAPTAIN VISITS PASSENGERS 121 
 
 "I allow it'll be for the West Coast of 
 Africa." 
 
 "That'll be back Europe way," said the 
 Colonel. 
 
 *' Why the West Coast of Africa ? " inquired 
 the comedian, looking at the steward with 
 his dusky glance lifting under a lowering 
 brow. 
 
 *' 'Cause it's a easy coast to wreck ships 
 on, and there's never anything to speak of 
 a-keeping a look-out there," answered the 
 steward. 
 
 " Is home easily reached from the West 
 Coast of Africa?" inquired somebody. 
 
 " It'll be more like our being made slaves 
 of than going 'ome," answered the steward, 
 with a hollow, frightful laugh. " Them sands 
 is coated with wandering Arabs, who strips 
 all Christians which falls into their 'ands, and 
 marches them off naked into slavery." 
 
 " It's true," exclaimed the Colonel, with a 
 wild nod and an oath. 
 
 "We merely frighten ourselves," said Mon- 
 signor. " The men may not have the coast 
 of Africa in their minds at all." 
 
 " What views does your stepfather hold, 
 miss ? " exclaimed Mr. Bergheim. " Has he 
 no message to send that's likely to keep up 
 our spirits ? " 
 
 "He ought to take command," cried the
 
 12:. THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 hard-faced lady. "If they send him out of 
 the ship our case will be hopeless." 
 
 " He cannot make up his mind." said I. 
 " He naturally shrinks from the idea of an 
 open boat, yet holds that his honour might 
 be concerned, that he might be suspected of 
 complicity were he to take charge of a ship 
 manned as the Mohock now is." 
 
 A silence followed this speech. I con- 
 tinued, "It might help him, perhaps deter- 
 mine him, if one of you gentlemen would 
 draw up a paper, signed by the saloon 
 passengers, urging upon him to retain com- 
 mand in the interest of the general safety, 
 that he might see this ship and ourselves 
 through the business, be the end what it 
 may." 
 
 "You are a clever young woman," cried 
 the Colonel, looking at me with unmixed 
 admiration, " and the paper you recommend 
 shall be drawn up. By whom? By you, 
 Monsignor?" 
 
 " I will write an appeal to the Captain 
 with pleasure," answered the priest. " It is 
 an excellent idea of Miss Hayes." 
 
 A part of the table was cleared, pen and 
 paper procured, Monsignor squared his elbows, 
 and, after a glance for inspiration at the lamp, 
 wrote. 
 
 We were all silent as the tomb whilst the
 
 THE CAPTAIN VISITS PASSENGERS 123 
 
 priest's pen scratched. It was hard to say 
 whether we were observed or not from above : 
 the skylight windows gleamed blackly and 
 reflected the image of the draped table as 
 brilliantly as a mirror. Presently Monsignor 
 rose, and, after looking around him whilst he 
 said, " This, I think, will do," held his draft 
 to the light. 
 
 " To Captain Amelius Sinclair, command- 
 ing the American clipper Mohock: We, the 
 undersigned saloon passengers in this ship, 
 petition you earnestly and respectfully to 
 continue in command of the vessel. Your 
 interests are identical with ours. If you 
 leave us by resolution of your own, we shall 
 be without a head to look up to. Whatever 
 may be the issue in store for us in this 
 ship, we entreat you to abide with us, that, 
 should a moment of extremity arrive, we 
 may have you with us to counsel and encou- 
 
 rage us." 
 
 I bit my lip when this was read. The 
 Colonel called out : 
 
 **A 1, all but 'a moment of extremity,' 
 Monsignor. That's putting it a bit fiendishly, 
 I guess?" 
 
 "I'll correct anything that's amiss," said 
 the priest. 
 
 "Nothing could be more beautifully ex- 
 pressed," said the hard-faced lady.
 
 124 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 " Let's sign it and send it and make an 
 end," cried Mr. Jackson. 
 
 Monsignor was requested to attach his 
 name. Colonel and Mrs. Wills followed, 
 and then the rest. I did not offer to sign, 
 nor was it proposed that I should do so. I 
 could not forbear a smile at the several 
 characters the people expressed in their mode 
 of signing. Colonel Wills squared at the 
 paper, made a difficulty of his pen, and then 
 flourished it ; he scrawled as though it were 
 a name not to be lightly communicated, and 
 when done he fell back with a little linj^er- 
 ing gaze as of admiration of the signature. 
 Mr. Jackson humped his back, scrawled, and 
 folded his arms over the paper whilst he 
 wrote ; you saw he believed every eye was 
 upon him. The elbows of the Grasshopper 
 rose high as he sat ; he wrote with incredible 
 swiftness, dashed the pen down, jumped up — 
 everything was done in a leaping way by this 
 gentleman, whose name I have forgotten, if I 
 ever heard it. 
 
 When everybody had signed, the steward 
 was requested to go on deck and tell the wiry 
 man he was wanted below. He went up the 
 steps and knocked. The companion doors 
 were opened, and after a short growling hum 
 of talk that came wordless to our ears through 
 the seething of the night-wind in the open
 
 THE CAPTAIN VISITS PASSENGERS 125 
 
 hatch, the wiry man came below. If he was 
 armed, he kept his weapons well concealed. 
 He frowned as he stared about him, but, as I 
 thought, watching him from a corner, he acted 
 a part. His looks seemed forced. Or per- 
 haps, when it came to a pinch, most of his 
 spirit would be found in his scowl. 
 
 " Why am I sent for ? " says he, coming to 
 the table and showing himself clearly under 
 the light. 
 
 "Will you kindly tell us your name?" says 
 Monsignor. 
 
 " Owen — William Owen." 
 
 "Miss Hayes has had an interview with 
 her stepfather," continued the priest, half 
 turning his face in my direction, " and we 
 understand that you give him the option of 
 navigating this ship to an unnamed destina- 
 tion, or of being sent adrift in an open boat." 
 
 "Well?" said Owen, preserving his frown- 
 ing stare and speaking with brutal bluntness. 
 
 The Grasshopper's elbows twitched, and the 
 Colonel gazed blankly at the wiry man. 
 
 "We saloon passengers," said the priest, 
 holding up the paper, " have petitioned the 
 Captain to retain command, and our desire is 
 that this document may be placed without 
 loss of time in his hands. Will you give it 
 to him ? " 
 
 "Yes," answered the other^ taking it;
 
 126 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 " and I hope it'll settle his meaning one way 
 or t'other. If he don't arrive at a decision 
 afore dawn he leaves the ship." 
 
 " But unless we are to go too, why not 
 keep him whether he decides or not?" said 
 I. " His being in the vessel can't matter to 
 you. You may as well throw him over the 
 side and drown him at once as send him 
 adrift in an open boat." 
 
 The man bent his gaze at me with an ex- 
 pression of attention, but made no answer. 
 
 "But, for goodness sake," shrieked the 
 hard-faced lady, bursting out with an hysteri- 
 cal violence one would never have suspected 
 from so set and determined a countenance, 
 " can't you tell us, since you've seized the 
 ship, what you mean to do with us?" 
 
 He answered her with an ugly look, then 
 saying in his hoarse voice to Monsignor, 
 " I'll hand this to the Captain at once," he 
 left the cabin. 
 
 The Colonel extended his hand, and writhed 
 it as though he throttled something invisible. 
 Mr. Jackson quitted the table and came to 
 the sofa I was seated upon. He folded his 
 arms upon his breast, and leaning back ex- 
 claimed, " That fellow Owen is an actor." 
 
 " There's something strained about him," 
 I answered. 
 
 " He's got himself up as a pirate," con-
 
 THE CAPTAIN VISITS PASSENGERS 127 
 
 tinued the comedian, " in throat and scowl. 
 The chink of the metal's not real. When 
 the bishop asked the savage how he could 
 go unclothed, he answered, ' He was all face.' 
 So is that Owen. I see too much. I ought 
 to know my trade. But it's well played, 
 seeing that extravagance wouldn't do even 
 at sea in these days, when the real thing's 
 dead and gone, and the blue light's burnt out." 
 
 " He frightens us all the same." 
 
 " Has your stepfather any notion of what's 
 going to happen ? " 
 
 "None." 
 
 '* Was it pre-arranged, does he think ? Or 
 were the scoundrels really shipwrecked men, 
 who, as others did before them, have risen 
 upon their succourers ? " 
 
 " He is in great distress, but will himself 
 appear soon, I hope, and give you his views. 
 I am sure the petition will decide him." 
 
 A more melancholy array of figures than 
 we saloon passengers of the Mohock presented 
 that night the ocean wave probably never 
 lifted and sank. We could not divert our- 
 selves. We did nothing but wonder and 
 listen. Every face expressed consternation 
 and alarmed expectation. There was a 
 universal fidgetiness, moreover. Nobody sat 
 still. It was a ceaseless coming and going 
 with us, under one pretence or another.
 
 128 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 Meanwhile, silent and lost in thought np 
 in a corner, out of the way of the light and 
 the observation of the passengers, I took note 
 that the wind freshened, that a sharp sea 
 was beginning to run, and that the weather 
 was finding work for the men. I heard the 
 noise of ropes flung down, an occasional 
 hoarse bawling, sometimes the low muffled 
 groans of canvas slowly strangling in the grip 
 of its gear. The rudder worked in shocks 
 and harsh tremors, and a frequent wash of 
 water made white moons of the lee port- 
 holes. 
 
 I heard Mr. Jackson say it was nine o'clock 
 whilst he stood at the table gazing about him; 
 habit with him associated the hour with the 
 steward and glasses : the companion doors 
 were opened, a salt, shrill edge as of a boat- 
 swain's pipe sang in the wind as it screeched 
 athwart the opening, and my stepfather came 
 slowly down the ladder. 
 
 It was raining on deck, or if not raiuing 
 the blast was full of spray ; his coat sparkled 
 and his face ran with wet. He lifted his cap 
 and came to the table. The moment the 
 passengers saw him they made a rush and 
 he was surrounded in a breath. I sat still 
 up in my corner. Had he been all ear, with 
 brains enough behind for the reception of as 
 many meanings as he was plied with, still be
 
 THE CAPTAIN VISITS PASSENGERS 129 
 
 could have done nothing but gaze hopelessly 
 and darkly around. 
 
 Then seeing how it was, Monsignor Luard 
 cried out loudly, " We are defeating our own 
 anxiety by deafening the Captain. Let us 
 have a little patience. He will tell us every- 
 thing," and he put his hand upon one, and 
 then with a kindly smile upon another, and 
 the good sense of the rest helping, the people 
 returned to their seats. 
 
 My stepfather took a table-chair that gave 
 him a command of his audience. I thought 
 he looked very handsome. His gloom, deep- 
 ened by the wrinkles of his frown, suited the 
 cast of his face. His eyes were bright, despite 
 an ashen hue of skin, and a drawn countenance 
 that came near to haggardness. 
 
 " Ladies and gentlemen," he exclaimed, in 
 a voice a little broken, though sufficiently 
 clear, " I have to thank you for your petition. 
 It is considerate. Possibly ray gratitude may 
 be peculiarly due to you, Monsignor?" 
 
 " No ; the suggestion was your step- 
 daughter's," answered the priest, with a fine 
 hopeful smile and a cordial flourish of his 
 hand towards me. 
 
 The Captain did not glance my way. 
 
 '* It has helped me to arrive at a decision," 
 he continued. " Could anything occur more 
 dreadful or unexpected than this seizure?
 
 130 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 We are absolutely at the mercy of twelve 
 villains. They have heavily armed themselves, 
 and are clearly a devilish, audacious gang. 
 You have heard that they cleared the ship 
 of her original company. And why did they 
 keep me ? " said he, clasping his hands upon 
 his knees as though he wrung his fingers. 
 " That I may navigate the vessel to a place 
 where they can securely plunder and then 
 abandon her." 
 
 "Then how shall we manacre ? " said the 
 hard-faced lady, whose starting eyes and 
 advanced head was like a screaming fit to 
 the eye. 
 
 " I cannot answer you until the men tell 
 me where they intend I should steer for," 
 answered the Captain. 
 
 "But let us understand," exclaimed Mon- 
 signor. " You are to carry this ship to a part 
 of some coast where the men will be able to 
 land their plunder. When this is done ? " 
 
 " Gentlemen and ladies," cried the Captain 
 a little wildly, "let me hear first of all the 
 intentions of the men : I will then talk with 
 
 you." 
 
 " You are now in command, Captain ? " said 
 Mr. Jackson. 
 
 " Yes, sir. When your petition reached me 
 I deliberated, then called to the man whose 
 name I find is Owen, and I told him I would
 
 THE CAPTAIN VISITS PASSENGERS 131 
 
 take charge of the ship in the interests of 
 the common safety." 
 
 "Without any stipulations?" demanded 
 the Grasshopper. 
 
 "It came either to my consenting, or being 
 sent adrift — and feel this weather, sir," round- 
 ing with something of fierceness upon the 
 passenger. 
 
 " I beg pardon — I meant didn't you inquire, 
 before you consented to continue in command, 
 where you would be expected to carry the 
 ship to ? " said the Grasshopper. 
 
 "No, sir," answered the Captain; "that I 
 have yet to learn." 
 
 I perceived that some of the passengers 
 exchanged glances, at though resenting the 
 Grasshopper's tone, that took perhaps a char- 
 acter of insolence from being high-pitched 
 and urgent with elbow. 
 
 "You'll not tell us, Captain," called out 
 Mr. Macbride from the side of his wife, " that 
 they expect you to wreck this ship ? " 
 
 "What's been said about that?" roared 
 the Colonel. " Isn't this time all-fired enough 
 that Mr. Macbride should sit there working 
 up imagination into a very hell for our solace 
 by questions heaping horror upon horror ? " 
 
 " I have my wife with me. I have a right 
 to know our probable fate," exclaimed Mr. 
 Macbride faintly.
 
 132 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 "And I have my wife with me," shouted 
 the Colonel, looking at the huge bulk who 
 was seated a few chairs from him. 
 
 "Who doesn't want to know her probable 
 fate on any account whatever," Mrs. Wills 
 whipped out, nodding hard and continuously 
 at the clergyman. 
 
 I watched my stepfather secretly and closely 
 all this time, but never once caught a look 
 from him, 
 
 " It would be as well," said Mr. Bergheim, 
 " to reason out our chances upon a business- 
 like footing — by which I should say let us 
 be practical. I take it that all of us who are 
 assembled here desire to get to America. Let 
 us once know that we are proceeding to 
 America, with our baggage and personal 
 effects quite safe, and I take it we are all 
 content. We have no interest in the ship, 
 none in the gold which we are to believe. 
 Captain, is the cause of this piracy. Now, 
 I should be pleased if the men could be 
 made to understand that we care not for the 
 ship nor her contents, but for our lives and 
 baggage only : they should be glad to get rid 
 of us easily by transferring us to a vessel that 
 is bound to the west." 
 
 *' Chaw ! " cried the comedian ; " here's a 
 rich clipper ship piratically seized : are the 
 villains going to haul alongside the first
 
 THE CAPTAIN VISITS PASSENGERS 133 
 
 vessel they encounter and send us aboard 
 with the full story of the outrage ? " 
 
 "Why not?" responded Mr. Bergheim, 
 with arms advanced and a shrug that sank 
 his head. " Fifty to one the original crew 
 was picked up and the story is therefore 
 known." 
 
 " Are our lives in danger, Captain 1 " ex- 
 claimed a lady. 
 
 " The safety of you all is one of the con- 
 ditions under which I reassume command," 
 he answered. 
 
 " But how is that to be provided for when 
 the ship's arrived off the place where they 
 mean to carry the gold ashore ? " exclaimed 
 the Grasshopper. 
 
 At that instant the wind howled in the 
 companion, and down along with the breath 
 of the wet, cold night-blast came a hoarse 
 cry: 
 
 "Captain Sinclair, will you step on deck? 
 The ship's in want of you." 
 
 My father upturned his eyes at the tell-tale 
 compass, rose with the air of one whose spirit 
 is broken, then, buttoning up his coat with- 
 out a syllable of speech, bowed to us, and 
 went up the steps.
 
 CHAPTER VII 
 
 WE TAKE THE AIR IN GANGS 
 
 The rain thrashed the decks ; at intervals 
 the glass paled to a dim violet glare of 
 distant storm ; this perhaps reconciled most 
 of us to our imprisonment. The steward 
 bustled about with glasses and drink, and 
 (the ladies consenting) the Colonel and Mr. 
 Jackson smoked cigars. Sharp tempestuous 
 noises of strainings and groanings ran through 
 the fabric as she took the seas ; from time to 
 time you heard the sullen thunder of a fall 
 of water forward. It was a black night. 
 Monsignor stepped to the barometer and said 
 to the hard-faced lady that there was a fall. 
 
 ** Small wonder," said he, " that the fellows 
 who are on deck should be glad to have 
 Captain Sinclair to take charge." 
 
 " Hark I What's that ? " cried Mr. Macbride. 
 
 It reached the ear in a hollow echoing 
 rumble, and was accompanied by the hoarse 
 yowling of pulling and dragging sailors. 
 
 "They have let go the maintopsail hal- 
 
 134
 
 WE TAKE THE AIR IN GANGS 135 
 
 liards," said Colonel Wills, who had made 
 the passage often enough to know the ropes, 
 "and they are going to reef the sail, I suppose." 
 
 " Surely they never would have sent the 
 Captain adrift in an open boat on such a night 
 as this," exclaimed Mr. Macbride, whose face 
 looked as white as his clerical tie, as he and 
 his wife sat swaying to the swings of the 
 ship, whose leeward fetches were growing- 
 sharper and sharper. 
 
 It was all so unreal to me from that sort of 
 incredulity which awaits at first upon tragic 
 surprise, that I sat idly looking, idly listening, 
 idly thinking, like one dim of vision and a 
 little hard of hearing in a theatre where the 
 show is complex and without narrative in 
 movement. It was hard upon ten o'clock. 
 I felt weary without being sleepy, and reeled 
 over the tumbling deck to the table to get 
 me a little drop of wine from a decanter in 
 a swinging tray. The Grasshopper, pipe in 
 mouth, with active, unexpected civility, leapt 
 to my side, watched, dodged, and caught the 
 decanter as it swung to him, and handed me 
 a glass of wine. I thanked him, and looking 
 about me with a faint smile and a little 
 bow of good-night to this one and then that, 
 I went to my berth. 
 
 It was long before I could sleep for 
 wondering what they meant to do with the
 
 136 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 passengers. All this while the ship was 
 rushing south : to what part of the world had 
 they agreed to steer her ? 
 
 I lay feverish with the hurry of my thoughts, 
 miserable with amazement and anxiety. My 
 berth was to leeward, and my bunk just 
 under the cabin port-hole, and every minute 
 the ship, as she swept along the slant of the 
 roaring ridges, plunged her side into the 
 seething cataract that swelled about my 
 head with the thunder of a hurricane. It blew 
 a black, w^et, hard gale. The creaking and 
 rending noises in the ship drowned all other 
 sounds, yet I knew by the motion, not more 
 than by the flashing of white brine, that they 
 held her throughout the wild hours cease- 
 lessly rushing through it. 
 
 In the morning so great a sea ran that it 
 was scarcely possible to walk. By clinging 
 and clawing I reached a seat in the saloon. 
 A few passengers sat here and there ; they 
 were the picture of dejection : the comedian 
 of a grimy blue for want of the razor, and 
 Mrs. Wills scarcely recognisable through her 
 hair having floated out of curl. The steward 
 was making some show of preparing break- 
 fast, but he moved in a manner that gave us 
 no promise of a meal for another hour at 
 least. The cabin was sunk in gloom : nothing 
 better than a wet dim twilight sifted through
 
 WE TAKE THE AIR IN GANGS 137 
 
 the windows when the ship lifted the weep- 
 ing glass to the grey sky. 
 
 " This wind will carry us very far south ; 
 we shall be crossing the equator in a little 
 while," exclaimed Monsignor in a melancholy 
 voice. 
 
 The steward informed us that the sea was 
 running mountains high ; nevertheless, the 
 ship was sweeping before it under a foresail 
 and reefed maintopsail : the gale was on the 
 quarter, and you felt the weight and volume 
 of the mighty ocean surge in each swift, giddy, 
 launching upheaval. I asked after my step- 
 father. 
 
 "He's been keeping the deck more or less 
 all night, miss," said the steward. " He's on 
 deck now. Who's he a-going to trust to keep 
 a look-out ? That there Owen ain't no sailor," 
 
 The passengers emerged by degrees, and a 
 little before ten the steward came down the 
 companion steps with some hot breakfast. 
 We drew to the table, melancholy, uneasy, 
 alarmed, darting looks fitfully, staring oddly, 
 speaking in low voices. The height of the 
 sea frightened many of us, the subduing in- 
 fluence of the storm was upon us, and there 
 was nobody at table to say a reassuring thing. 
 In the middle of breakfast Captain Sinclair 
 came below. He pulled off his streaming 
 sou'wester and oilskin coat, and let them
 
 138 THE GOOD SHIP '' MOHOCK" 
 
 drop on the deck by the side of his chair, 
 making a bow to right and left before seating 
 himself. His face had hardened into an iron 
 mask. I met his glance — it was a distortion 
 of the lips, no smile certainly, that he returned 
 my nod with. 
 
 "What news can you give us, Captain?" 
 howled Colonel Wills. 
 
 " None that you'll thank me for." 
 
 " Have the men decided upon a destina- 
 tion ? " inquired Mr. Jackson. 
 
 "Yes, sir." 
 
 Every face seemed to turn wild and white 
 with eagerness at this — every neck was 
 stretched. Mousignor put his hand to his 
 ear. The Captain remained silent. 
 
 " Will you name the place to us, Captain ? " 
 shouted the Grasshopper. 
 
 " The Great Salvage Island," answered my 
 stepfather. 
 
 "Where was that?" 
 
 " It's a rock between Madeira and the 
 Canaries," the Captain said, chewing his food 
 slowly, and speaking as though he forced him- 
 self to an effort he abhorred, and looking 
 at those who questioned him full and straight 
 under his dark brow. 
 
 Questions crackled like discharges of mus- 
 ketry, and the distracting motions of the ship, 
 the dartings and leapings of lamps and swing
 
 WE TAKE THE AIR IN GANGS 139 
 
 trays, were in that confusion of tongues to 
 heighten it to sheer sick dizziness. How far 
 was the Salvage Island from England ? What 
 was going to happen after the ship arrived 
 there ? 
 
 " Say ! " sings out the Colonel, *' are they 
 going to bury the gold buccaneer fashion? 
 If Madeira isn't far off from that rock, what's 
 to stop us from sighting it, and privately 
 signalling for a man-of-war to follow us ? " 
 
 " Or couldn't you put into Madeira by 
 mistake, as it were ? " said Mr. Jackson. 
 "There's nearly always a British ship of war 
 lying there." 
 
 " Who says so "? " said the Captain. 
 
 "Well, sir, I don't know," answered the 
 comedian, who looked ferocious with a ner- 
 vous attack ; " but I must have read of it, and 
 it's in my head that it is so." 
 
 The Captain slowly masticated his food, 
 looking fixedly at Mr. Jackson. 
 
 "After all," continued the comedian, " since 
 there's no navigator amongst the twelve 
 scoundrels who've seized us, which of them's 
 to know you're heading for Madeira till we're 
 close enough to the island for distress signals 
 to be seen ? " 
 
 "Were you ever off Madeira?" demanded 
 the Captain. 
 
 " Not to my knowledge."
 
 I40 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 *' It's a large lump of land, and looms in 
 a big shadow many miles distant/' said the 
 Captain. " There's scarce a man of the twelve 
 who wouldn't know it as we approached when 
 miles off, long before we should be in sight 
 from Funchal ; and perceiving that I meant 
 foul play, there's not a man of the twelve who'd 
 grant me a minute for prayer before sending 
 a bullet through my head." 
 
 "O God, Captain, don't talk so!" cried 
 Mrs. Wills, upheaving her shapeless mass in 
 a start of horror upon the chair as she dried 
 her great face on her handkerchief. 
 
 " What I am doing I am forced to do," 
 continued the Captain, closing his knife and 
 fork and addressing Monsignor. " It's a 
 horrible obligation. Yet should I be serving 
 you by being sent adrift ? Could I be of use 
 to you by so acting as to place myself at the 
 mercy of men whose instant gift of grace 
 would be the yardarm or the knife? I tell 
 you straight, ladies and gentlemen, that were 
 I to sulk, shut myself up in my cabin, decline 
 to come to any sort of terms with them, they'd 
 toss me over the side to perish in an open 
 boat with no more compunction than I feel 
 in breaking this ; " he snapped a biscuit, 
 whilst his eyes seemed on fire as he talked. 
 " I may be of service to you and the ship 
 whilst I am on board — there are no certain-
 
 WE TAKE THE AIR IN GANGS 141 
 
 ties at sea — a few hours might easily find all 
 well with us." 
 
 Mr. Macbride clasped his hands and 
 looked up. 
 
 " But I tell you, as things stand, we are 
 helpless. The men have possession of the 
 decks, and they are armed. I have no fears 
 for your safety, nor for your personal property. 
 I have stipulated for that. If they leave the 
 vessel at the Salvage Island, we shall have to 
 work her to the Canaries or to Madeira amongst 
 ourselves." He stood up, and said, " I ask 
 your sympathy for my situation — no, your for- 
 bearance will suffice. I have lost my ship. 
 I am miserable enough to be obliged to see 
 women and children, both here and in the 
 'tween-decks, placed in my charge, distracted 
 some of them, wretched all of them, by the 
 feeling of insecurity, by the tragic uncertainty 
 of their position, by the fears that their lives 
 are endangered. More — I know by this stroke 
 (unless I save the ship) that I am profession- 
 ally ruined." 
 
 His voice broke. It seemed as though he 
 would speak on ; bowing hurriedly he with- 
 drew to his cabin. 
 
 I thought he would wish to talk with me 
 presently, and watched his cabin door, think- 
 ing to see it open and himself beckon. He 
 came out indeed after half an hour, but merely
 
 142 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 to pick up his oilskins, put them on, and stalk 
 up the steps. 
 
 The gale hummed fiercely throughout the 
 morning, but shortly before mid-day a flash 
 of wet sunshine slipped in white splendour 
 from one reeling cabin window to another, 
 and shortly afterwards the tarpaulins were 
 removed from the skylights, the companion 
 doors were opened, and the steward descended. 
 I think we were nearly all of us then assembled 
 in the saloon. 
 
 "Ladies and gentlemen," said the man, 
 " any half-dozen of you, three ladies and 
 three gents, who would feel disposed to take 
 the air are at liberty to go on deck for their 
 entertainment." 
 
 " Who sent that message ? " called out the 
 Colonel savagely. 
 
 " I was stopped as I came along by the 
 man called Owen ; he sent it, sir." 
 
 After some talk it was arranged that the 
 three men to go on deck should be Mon- 
 signor, Colonel Wills, and the actor; and 
 the ladies were the hard-faced lady, another, 
 and myself. I know not how it was with 
 the rest, but my own heart burned with the 
 humiliation of being let out like Newgate 
 prisoners in a little gang " to take the air." 
 I was the first ready, and passed on deck. 
 The companion doors were opened on my
 
 WE TAKE THE AIR IN GANGS 143 
 
 knocking. I stooped low and gained the 
 deck, staggering and nearly falling to a 
 sudden giddiness raised by the whirling, roar- 
 ing, brilliant life of the day after the gloom 
 of the saloon. The sentry caught me by the 
 arm. I shuddered, instantly rallied, and went 
 a little way to look about me. 
 
 My stepfather stood upon the ship's quarter 
 with a sextant in his hand. He saw me, but 
 made no other sign than glancing. The man 
 at the hatch was armed with a cutlass ; he 
 was draped midway to the heels in pilot 
 cloth, and wore jack-boots and a yellow sou'- 
 wester. Others about the deck were clothed 
 in apparel which they certainly had not worn 
 nor brought with them in their long-boat. 
 Monsignor came to my side and begged me 
 to take his arm, and together we stood look- 
 ing. It was a marvellous fine scene of ocean. 
 Nothing grander ever rolled under the heavens. 
 The sky close to the horizon was painted a 
 delicate dusk with- cloud, and the sea flashed 
 like sunbeams against that soft darkness. A 
 vast green noble surge swelled with us as 
 we ran. It foamed to our bulwark rails, and 
 lifted us high, and our wake was a highway 
 of yeast that topped the lift of the billow and 
 died out in the dim liquid flickering distance. 
 The sky was a race of large torn cloud, white 
 as milk ; the sun of a windy whiteness sprang
 
 144 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 off their edges, and at each leap the whole 
 surface of the pouring sea flashed into hills 
 of dazzling light. In the midst rushed the 
 ship ; she stormed along under a few breasts 
 of canvas ; her spars looked naked, her rig- 
 ging yelled, every slack rope arched forwards 
 with her course, and her lofty mastheads 
 bowed to the sovereign height of their white 
 trucks. 
 
 I observed that a man with a cutlass dang- 
 ling at his hip lurked about the main-hatch- 
 way ; no steerage passengers were visible ; 
 of the twelve of a crew, eight were to be 
 counted, including the helmsman and a sturdy, 
 broad, red-headed fellow, who trudged in that 
 part of the deck which they call the gangway 
 as though he were in charge of the ship. 
 Colonel Wills and the comedian stood staring 
 along the decks and up at the sails ; the two 
 ladies hung together at the companion, unable 
 to walk. 
 
 "If this wind lasts," said the priest, "it 
 will put an end to uncertainty. Madeira is 
 not far off ; the Great Salvage is close to that 
 island." 
 
 "Can you imagine what the men intend?" 
 
 " I believe they will disembark with the 
 money, then bury it, and sail away, keeping 
 us in the ship, but what they will do after- 
 wards I can't conceive "
 
 WE TAKE THE AIR IN GANGS 145 
 
 " Is this the result," said I, " of a pre- 
 arranged conspiracy, or were the men really 
 shipwrecked wretches, who have been taken 
 on board, risen, and seized the vessel ? " 
 
 His French blood spoke in the shrug he 
 gave. 
 
 "I should hold that it had been pre- 
 arranged but for this," said he. "What 
 confederates could they have had in the 
 ship? They sent the original crew, mates 
 and all, out of her." 
 
 "Might not that have been part of the 
 conspiracy ? " 
 
 " How could it serve them, Miss Hayes ? " 
 
 " Supposing — for argument's sake — that 
 Mr. Gordon was in the plot. He contrives 
 without suspicion of my stepfather to place 
 the ship on a given day in a position settled 
 upon." 
 
 The priest shook his head. 
 
 " He secretly helps the men by telling them 
 where the arms-chest is, or perhaps by taking 
 them to it in some black hour of the middle 
 watch. Nevertheless, Mr. Gordon is put into 
 the boat and sent away with the rest of the 
 people " 
 
 " Why ? He would want a share of the 
 booty. It is not likely he would leave the 
 ship had he betrayed her into the hands of 
 these pirates." 
 
 K
 
 146 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 "Perhaps not," said I. 
 
 Colonel Wills and Mr. Jackson came up 
 to us. 
 
 "It seems to me," said the Colonel, gasp- 
 ing hoarsely in his efforts to make us hear 
 him above the wind, but with a voice that 
 should not reach the companion sentry, " that 
 it ought to be no difficult matter to re- 
 capture this vessel. There may be eight or 
 ten men in the steerage : then there are our- 
 selves. It's to be done." 
 
 "It's to be done," exclaimed the comedian 
 sarcastically, "if they'll let us all out and 
 allow us to arm ourselves, and give us a fair 
 chance, as man to man. But put me into 
 that hole again," said he, pointing to the 
 companion hatch, "and let that chap there 
 be ready with his cutlass to job me over the 
 nut on my showing myself, and what sort of 
 a draw am I going to make of this ship's 
 recapture ? " 
 
 Just as he said this my stepfather passed 
 us. "Laura, I want you," said he. 
 
 The sentry threw open the doors, and I 
 followed the Captain, who seemed to be read- 
 ing the brass arch of his sextant. I was at 
 his heels, and closed the door of his berth 
 when we were in it. He put down his 
 sextant, seated himself, and so postured that 
 my breath left me : I thought he would sink
 
 WE TAKE THE AIR IN GANGS 147 
 
 in a fit. He laid one hand upon his breast, 
 the other upon the table, and strangely and 
 slowly clenched his fingers till the veins 
 showed like whipcord upon his fist; mean- 
 while he looked down upon the table with 
 an expression of grief full of wildness and 
 anger. 
 
 "Do you remember," said he presently, 
 "what Christian said to Bligh when that 
 captain was getting into the boat. ' I am in 
 hell. I am in hell.' 'Tis so with me." 
 
 " Colonel Wills just now on deck said that 
 he thought this ship might be recaptured." 
 
 "By whom?" 
 
 "By Wills and the other men in the 
 saloon ; and then there are eight or ten 
 males in the 'tween-decks who would fight 
 for their lives and their liberty, surely." 
 
 "Wills is a Yankee bouncing braggart: 
 fall of fine possibilities — for other men. He 
 maiTied that huge woman as something to 
 get behind in time of danger. I would 
 advise him to be careful in his talk. If his 
 words reach the ears of the men who hold 
 the ship, I'll not answer for his life. None 
 of you seem aware of the frightful significance 
 of what has happened." 
 
 "How do you mean?" said I. "You 
 should have sat with us and heard us." 
 
 "Ay, but they don't know what's before
 
 148 THE GOOD SHIP '"MOHOCK" 
 
 them," said he, pointing to a locker that I 
 should sit. I watched him, feeling frightened 
 on a sudden. " The man Owen and some 
 others came to me on the quarter-deck about 
 an hour ago, and their plan's this : the whole 
 of the passengers, bag and baggage, are to 
 be put ashore on the Great Salvage Island. 
 I am then to carry this ship to a certain 
 Bahama Cay." 
 
 He stopped, eyeing me intently. 
 
 "Why," said I, fetching my breath, "I 
 don't think the passengers will object to 
 being set ashore. Anything better than 
 being imprisoned, living in a constant state 
 of uncertainty and terror, never knowing but 
 that we may all be butchered if it should 
 suit the ruffians to change their plans." 
 
 " Yet they'll not like to be put ashore on 
 the Great Salvage Island. It's a bare rock, 
 not much bigger than half-a-dozen ships of 
 this size. Did you think there was a town 
 and hotels on it?" 
 
 " The people will be glad to get out of this 
 ship anyhow," I said. "Madeira is not far 
 distant?" 
 
 " Nor the Canaries," said he. 
 
 "And I suppose," said I, "that ships fre- 
 quently pass within sight of the island ? " 
 
 He nodded inattentively, and said, "They'll 
 not like it. I hate the idea of assenting to
 
 WE TAKE THE AIR IN GANGS 149 
 
 it. Why do I do so ? Because I am a 
 ruined man," he cried, again clenching his fist 
 in the former odd slow way, as though he 
 did it in his sleep, or was catching at dry 
 sand. " And not only ruined : if I oppose 
 them they'll take my life." 
 
 " Ruined ! This capture is no fault of yours," 
 said I, meeting his gaze steadily. "It is not 
 like some vile blunder of seamanship. Your 
 explanation, supported by the evidence of the 
 passengers, must set you right with the 
 owners " 
 
 "I am ruined," he blazed out. "Don't 
 talk rubbish to me. What do you know 
 about the sea? I am prejudiced for ever in 
 this trade, and now if I want a berth I must 
 be willing to hang about until I can pick up 
 a job as first or second of something this ship 
 could make a long-boat of." 
 
 " What's to become of me ? " 
 
 "You'll stop on board. I stipulated for 
 that." 
 
 " I would rather take my chance with the 
 passengers," I exclaimed, not liking the look 
 that was in his face. 
 
 " You'll stop on board," he repeated, with 
 cold, deliberate emphasis, 
 
 " Shall I ever get home ? " 
 
 " Perhaps you'll not want to," said he. 
 " This is to be a voyage of adventures, and
 
 150 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 if it must ruin me on one side, by God, 
 Laura, it shall equip me on the other ! " He 
 jumped up as if to stop my mouth. "You 
 can go," said he. "Leave me to tell the 
 passengers what the men intend to do. I 
 have my observations to work out." 
 
 Just as the features of a picture creep out 
 to the stealthy light of the dawn, so the 
 whole meaning of this voyage was beginning 
 to steal in upon my mind. His acting was 
 clumsy ; it seemed half-hearted in its general 
 expression to me ; and still I could not yet 
 be sure that he was the master-spirit of this 
 audacious, unparalleled plot ; all I had to 
 build on was, first, my having heard through 
 my sister and others that he was in debt and 
 in great difficulties, and next my having seen 
 the man Owen at his house. 
 
 I walked through the saloon, and when 
 passing the companion steps the doors were 
 opened, and the Colonel and Mr. Jackson, 
 Monsignor Luard, and the two ladies came 
 down ; they were yet on their way when the 
 fellow above roared out : 
 
 "Any other three gents and three ladies 
 can come up for half an hour. Let them 
 knock when so be they're ready." 
 
 The Colonel was in an agony of rage, but he 
 held his tongue until after the man had shouted 
 down and the doors were shut. He then let fly.
 
 WE TAKE THE AIR IN GANGS 151 
 
 " Of all the blistered insults ever offered to 
 ladies and gentlemen who've paid their good 
 money, and plenty of it too, for cabins to New 
 York, smother me if this ain't way-down the 
 unholiest sunk out of conception right out of 
 sight of all other insults, by God, as fur low 
 as the spirits of the damned be yelling ! To 
 turn ladies and gentlemen off the deck they've 
 paid for the use of ! To allow 'em half an 
 hour to walk and breathe for their entertain- 
 ment, as that blistered cuckoo atop there 
 calls it ! Rats alive ! If it's to come to this, 
 and to go on at this, better set fire to the 
 bucket, says I, and bonfire ourselves out 
 of it." 
 
 Whilst he talked he flourished his arms as 
 though he cut with a sword, and seemed mad 
 with his starting eyes and high-pitched voice. 
 
 Mr. Jackson, who had wrapped a cloak 
 about him, fixed his dark eyes upon the 
 Grasshopper and said, "Ai*e you going on 
 deck ? " 
 
 "I am not," answered the other, with a 
 smooth smile ; " I am going to eat my dinner 
 down here when it comes." 
 
 "But heavenly angels!" cried the comedian, 
 •' if we should devise some scheme of re- 
 capturing the vessel, how in Joseph are you, 
 as one of us, to know what to do unless you 
 go on deck and look about you ? "
 
 152 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 The elbows rose high as the Grasshopper 
 answered with an arch diaboHcal sneer, " As 
 one of you ! But who's you 1 " 
 
 "Will you tell us, sir," cried Mr. Jackson, 
 colouring with temper, " that if we agree to 
 break out and rise upon the villains who 
 have seized the ship, you will not fight ? " 
 
 "I'll fight when you break out." 
 
 " Gentlemen," cried Mr. Macbride, who 
 stood with a face pale with consternation 
 swinging at a stanchion, " I hope nothing 
 will be attempted that's likely to jeopardise 
 the safety of the ladies." 
 
 " I am of Mr. Macbride's opinion," said Mr. 
 Bergheim. 
 
 The Grasshopper uttered another hollow 
 laugh. 
 
 The dinner that day was a very shabby 
 affair; no soup, no preliminaries; just a 
 round of corned beef, a ham, and some 
 pieces of boiled fowl. When it was served 
 we waited for the Captain. The Colonel 
 reeled to the table and called out, "Is this 
 all?" The steward from the foot of the 
 companion steps answered "All." 
 
 "No matter," said the Colonel. "Still 
 they shall fork me over every cent of my 
 passage-money, if I have to sue 'em for it 
 to my bottom dollar." 
 
 Just then the Captain arrived. He took
 
 WE TAKE THE AIR IN GANGS 153 
 
 his seat at the head of the table, and the 
 passengers placed themselves. Sunshine was 
 on the ship, and the radiance leapt in stars 
 from the cabin mirrors, and the atmosphere 
 was bright and warm with a throbbing in it 
 of foam-white gleams from the cabin windows. 
 The comedian began to grumble about the 
 poverty of the dinner. 
 
 "Should we not consider ourselves fortunate 
 to be fed so well," said the priest, " considering 
 the hands we have fallen into ? " 
 
 "There is enough for all," said Mr. Mac- 
 bride. 
 
 " But not enough for my money," cried the 
 Colonel, who, rounding upon the Captain, 
 shrieked in a spasm of rage, " This is a hellish 
 situation, sir." 
 
 The Captain carved the beef like a machine ; 
 his mind was locked up behind his iron hard 
 face ; there was no interpretable intelligence 
 in his countenance, not even in his glance as 
 he'd dart a look here and there. I observed 
 the influence of his grim and gloomy de- 
 meanour upon those who sat near him ; few 
 spoke ; his own speech was seldom more than 
 yes or no. 
 
 At ray end, however, the conversation was 
 brisk with threats and temper. The Colonel 
 went on with his braggart noisy talk of re- 
 capturing the ship. He did not tell us how
 
 154 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 it was to be done, merely that it must be 
 done. 
 
 " What would your wife think," said Mr. 
 Bergheim, " if you was to be shot as you sit 
 eating there by her side ? " 
 
 " Be our ideas what they may, we shall be 
 fools to let the lawless villains above hear 
 of them," said the comedian, rolling his 
 dark eyes somewhat significantly towards the 
 steward. 
 
 At this instant I saw my stepfather close 
 his knife and fork ; he seemed to steady him- 
 self by grasping the table, then spoke : 
 
 " Ladies and gentlemen, I have waited 
 until this meal was nearly done to give you 
 news of the men's intentions." 
 
 "Ha !" exclaimed the comedian, and there 
 was a general start. 
 
 *' I am completely in the men's power, as 
 you know," continued the Captain. "They 
 have commanded me with threats to steer the 
 ship to a certain place, and though they may 
 be ignorant of navigation, they'd know by the 
 compass course if I was acting honestly by 
 them. The ship is now heading direct for a 
 cluster of rocks that lies between Madeira 
 and the Canaries, called the Salvages. The 
 men intend to bring up off the Great Salvage 
 Island, and there disembark all the passengers 
 along with their baggage."
 
 WE TAKE THE AIR IN GANGS 155 
 
 " Good God ! " shouted the Grasshopper, 
 springing out of his chair and standing. The 
 others did not realise so rapidly. After a 
 pause Mr. Macbride said faintly, " I hope 
 there will be no difficulty in getting home ? " 
 
 " I think not," said the Captain. 
 
 "Is it a naked rock ? " said the hard-faced 
 lady. 
 
 The Captain let his head sink. 
 
 "What are they going to do with you, 
 sir ? " shouted the Grasshopper, standing erect. 
 
 " They intend to keep me on board to carry 
 the ship to another place which they have not 
 yet named," answered the Captain, looking at 
 him with a scowl. 
 
 " And we're all to be put upon a naked 
 rock where there are no houses, nor shelter, 
 and where nothing's likely to come and take 
 us off?" here screamed out a lady passenger. 
 
 "They mean to let you have one of the 
 ship's boats," said the Captain, addressing 
 the Colonel. " The distance to Madeira is 
 short. You will easily procure assistance to 
 take you all off. No threats," he cried, with 
 a sort of fierceness, that did not fit him to 
 my eye, " could have driven me into helping 
 them in any measure likely to endanger your 
 lives. I hesitated long, and then imposed 
 certain conditions before agreeing. Supplies 
 of food will be landed, conveniences of shelter
 
 156 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 for the time. There is plenty of fresh water, 
 and the cHmate is that of Madeira. I could 
 not make better terms. Naturally they would 
 not permit me to bring this ship to off a port. 
 I have no fears whatever for your ultimate 
 safety." ' 
 
 The conversation was at this moment 
 arrested by the hard-faced lady going into 
 hysterics.
 
 CHAPTER VIII 
 
 THE PASSENGERS ARE SET ASHORE 
 
 The squeals of a pig dragged to the slaughter 
 yard might have been thought music beside 
 the din the hard-faced lady filled the saloon 
 with. In the midst of it Mrs. Macbride 
 fainted, and was borne to her cabin by her 
 husband, whose face looked swollen as 
 though he had the mumps. Presently the 
 hard-faced lady was bundled along with her 
 children by the stewardess into her berth, 
 and the talk began again about the island 
 and the intention of the piratic crew. 
 
 I looked askant but suspiciously at my 
 stepfather. How went his sympathies as a 
 man with all this? I might as well have 
 walked on to the forecastle, and searched 
 the chocolate countenance of the figure-head 
 under the bowsprit for soul and poetry. 
 
 I will not attempt any further report of 
 the conversation. Mr. Bergheim, who had 
 managed to black his eye, looked sick with 
 the thought of being set ashore on a desolate 
 
 IS7
 
 158 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 rock. The others quieted down somewhat 
 when in the course of the discussion they 
 grew to realise what was to happen. Mon- 
 signor, clasping his hands upon the table, 
 asked mildly how the occupants of the boat, 
 when they were sent for help, should know 
 in what direction to steer for Madeira? 
 
 " You shall have a compass and full direc- 
 tions," answered the Captain ; " the men dare 
 not deny me." 
 
 Many questions were asked about the 
 supply of food ; the passengers in all would 
 make a large number of souls ; unless plenty 
 to eat was left with them, then if help was 
 delayed they might starve. The Captain 
 assured them he would see they were amply 
 provisioned. 
 
 "You may be taken off," said he, "soon 
 after the ship's departure. From Madeira 
 you'll easily make your way to Europe or 
 America. It is a horrible experience, yet — 
 yet — it might be worse." 
 
 Mr. Jackson blazed out about the loss the 
 delay would cause him. 
 
 " You are not the only loser, sir," exclaimed 
 the Captain, viewing him sternly. 
 
 Then they broadsided him with questions 
 as to how they were to sleep, if food was to 
 be found supposing the supplies gave out 
 before help arrived, and the like. The Cap-
 
 PASSENGERS SET ASHORE 159 
 
 tain in answer to this went to his berth and 
 returned with a volume. It was an ocean 
 directory. He handed the book to Monsignor 
 Luard with his finger upon a page, and went 
 on deck, the doors opening after he had 
 knocked hard several times. The priest put 
 on his spectacles and read aloud a description 
 of the island. The book said it contained a 
 spring of cold water, was covered with a 
 peculiar herbage much sought after by the 
 Portuguese, and was piebald with birds, so 
 tame or spiritless you kicked them as you 
 walked. Good fish was to be had, and a 
 vast variety of crabs. But it was a dangerous 
 rock, and ships gave it a wide berth. When 
 the priest had ended, the Colonel snatched 
 up the book and read aloud again the whole 
 description at the top of his voice. 
 
 After this, things fell into a sort of quiet 
 that did not want a quality of numbness. 
 The distance to the Salvage Island from the 
 place of the ship's seizure was about thirteen 
 hundred miles, and as the vessel had been 
 driven with much constancy by strong winds, 
 it was reckoned amongst us in the saloon 
 that the Mohock would make the island by 
 Saturday. What they thought of matters in 
 the 'tween-decks I could not get to hear. All 
 the steward could tell us was, that little knots 
 of the handful of emigrants we carried were
 
 i6o THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 released from time to time to take the air : a 
 couple or three of them were likewise allowed 
 to visit the galley, and use it for the dressing 
 of the victuals of the whole. 
 
 My stepfather had now little or nothing 
 to say to me ; I might have been a stranger 
 on board, a maid or servant to one of the 
 passengers. I had no doubt he knew I had 
 guessed the truth, and was afraid of me. He 
 might think he had blundered also in open- 
 ing himself so unwarily as on that occasion 
 when he exclaimed with an oath if this thing 
 was to ruin him on one side it should equip 
 him on the other. Yet he played his part 
 with the passengers extraordinarily well. He 
 would sit at table with the face of a spirit- 
 broken man who seeks to veil the weakness 
 of grieving by stern looks and sullen short 
 answers. He'd stay but a very short time, 
 and talk as little as possible, and then chiefly 
 to the women, whom he sought to hearten by 
 promising them that their imprisonment on 
 the island would be brief. 
 
 " These are travelled seas," he would tell 
 them. " The rock lies between two much- 
 frequented places. Granted that big ships, 
 as the book says, give the shoal a wide berth, 
 many small boats visit the island to cut the 
 herbage. Portuguese fishing-smacks bring 
 up off it. The men amongst you will be able
 
 PASSENGERS SET ASHORE i6i 
 
 to collect materials to make a great smoke, 
 and when that is seen help is sure." 
 
 Thus would he talk, and I'd see Monsignor 
 listening with his hand to his ear. But the 
 Captain rarely addressed the Colonel and the 
 others, and would be gone long before the 
 meal was finished. 
 
 They let us out as before in gangs, three 
 of a sex, but never allowed us to be longer 
 than an hour on deck at a time. It was now 
 warm weather, the sea a divinely rich blue, 
 and the ship's yellow forefoot sparkled with 
 flying- fish as she drove through the clear and 
 heavenly dye of brine under the summer 
 impulse of her cathedral heights. My step- 
 father was constantly on deck, but always 
 alone. I guessed in the few quick observa- 
 tions I was able to make when I went above 
 that the rogues had chosen a couple of mates 
 out of their body. At one time I'd see the 
 man Owen striding in the gangway as though 
 keeping a look-out ; at another a fellow named 
 Harris, who'd walk the deck as though watch- 
 ing the ship. It was always these two men 
 alternately. 
 
 The Captain hung alone right aft, and his 
 behaviour was so cold, so hard, so withdrawn, 
 that none of the passengers ever spoke to 
 him. 
 
 I awoke early on Saturday morning. My 
 
 L
 
 1 62 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 cabin was filled with the blue-white light of 
 the sea, tingling off the burnished knolls of 
 blue water as the ship floated forwards with 
 scarce more life in her than she got from the 
 swell. Whilst I dressed, I wondered if we 
 should sight the island that day. All sorts 
 of bitter thoughts buzzed in my head : my 
 brain was like a nest of wasps. Suppose my 
 stepfather was the arch-conspirator in this 
 devilish business ; where did he mean to live 
 to escape the law? What was the punish- 
 ment for such a crime as this ? It was piracy 
 of course in the first degree, piracy in its most 
 infamous, villainous expression, seeing the 
 high trust reposed in the man, and for that 
 crime they used to hang in irons ; but without 
 looking into books I cannot say that it was a 
 hanging villainy in 1 844. Did ever one hear 
 of such a piracy as this — a captain to steal 
 his own ship ! If any of the passengers 
 perished through fear or exposure on the 
 island, they'd make a murder charge of it. 
 How would his scheme go when the island 
 job was ended ? An odd sort of heat or flush 
 of romance glowed in me whilst I thought. 
 It was an amazing piece of human life, quite 
 unlike anything else that had ever been. I 
 was here, and able to watch the startling play, 
 and a romantic curiosity did so much fire me 
 this morning that I recalled with surprise my
 
 PASSENGERS SET ASHORE 163 
 
 wish to share the lot of the passengers. I 
 wanted to see the mask fall, and wind with 
 the villains through their maze of plot to its 
 issue. It was all one whether I went to New 
 York or another place, and what had I to fear 
 from the law ? 
 
 It was about a quarter to seven. I stepped 
 into the saloon and saw nobody but the 
 steward. He stopped his work of dusting 
 and said : 
 
 "The land's in sight, miss." 
 
 "What land?" 
 
 " The what d'ye call urns — where they're 
 to be landed." 
 
 "Is it close?" 
 
 "About three miles off." 
 
 "Where's the Captain?" 
 
 " On deck, miss." 
 
 The companion doors were closed. I felt 
 wild to see the land, yet would accept no 
 privileges which were denied the other pas- 
 sengers, though, had I knocked, the sentry, 
 knowing me as the Captain's stepdaughter, 
 would have let me through. We had been 
 at sea for some time now, and there was a 
 magic in the very name of land to quicken 
 the heart and brighten the eyes and run a 
 hurry of pleasurable expectations into the 
 mind. I went to all the port-holes and 
 slanted my sight — to no purpose ; the land
 
 i64 THE GOOD SHIP ^'MOHOCK" 
 
 was on the bow, the steward said, a blue 
 shadow ; it looked like a big lizard. There 
 was nothing else in sight. I saw through 
 the ports that it was a morning of serene and 
 even splendour; the large blue swell ran lazily, 
 barely wrinkled by the light air. Through 
 the open skylight came the small summer 
 thunder of sails beating the masts as the ship 
 bowed. The passengers made their appear- 
 ance in ones and twos, and in a little while 
 all were assembled. Those in the berths had 
 hurried out when they heard them in the 
 saloon shouting that the island was in sight. 
 The excitement was incredible ; it was as 
 though a cry of fire had been raised. They 
 ran from window to window as I had, to 
 catch a view ; the Colonel leapt upon the 
 table, but his heroic resolve went to pieces 
 when he got his head into the skylight ; he 
 durst not show his nose above the line of the 
 deck, and sprang back, having seen nothing. 
 At eight o'clock the steward and stewardess 
 arrived to prepare the table for breakfast. 
 They told us that the island was now within 
 easy eyeshot, and described it as bleak and 
 barren, with a slope of green stuff running 
 out of the sea to the foreland point. Calm as 
 the ocean was, they said the surf lifted and 
 flashed in heaps of dazzle round about the 
 land. The noise of the combers as they
 
 PASSENGERS SET ASHORE 165 
 
 smote the strand could be heard on the ship's 
 forecastle. 
 
 " Aren't we to be allowed on deck to see 
 the place where we're to be marooned ? " said 
 the Colonel. 
 
 " There'll be nobody allowed on deck," an- 
 swered the steward, " till the boats are ready 
 alongside. The passengers then '11 go straight 
 from the cabin to the boats and ashore." 
 
 " Who told you that 1 " said Mr. Jackson, 
 with the growl of a mastiff in his fat throat. 
 
 " The cook," answered the steward. 
 
 "And why the bleeding comfort couldn't 
 he have told you something to cheer us?" 
 said the comedian, forgetting in his wrath 
 that he was in the company of ladies, and 
 he flung himself into a chair, folding his arms, 
 and scowling right up at the ceiling. 
 
 It was a cold breakfast that morning, saving 
 that the steward put a pot or two of hot 
 coffee and tea upon the table ; yet there was 
 plenty — ham, biscuit, delicate meat in tins, 
 and so forth. The Captain did not join us. 
 Monsignor, whose calm face, nevertheless, 
 showed a mind oppressed with questions, 
 asked the steward if the Commander did not 
 intend to come to breakfast, and was answered 
 that the meal had been served to him on the 
 quarter-deck. 
 
 Whilst they talked, something green and
 
 1 66 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 white floated into the disc of an open port- 
 hole. I sprang to my feet and rushed to 
 view the island. Others saw it, and in a 
 breath the windows on the port side were 
 blocked with faces. Barren it no doubt was, 
 bleak and inhospitable ; yet it looked fairy- 
 like in that frame of ship-window, a delicate 
 miracle of lights and shadows, sweet to my 
 sight, wearied by the sea, as a draught from a 
 foaming spring to the parched throat. Every 
 now and again the spray rose at points in 
 quivering shafts of splendour. Some way 
 beyond, to the right, was a long black heap 
 of rock, with a plentiful sporting of white 
 water about it. The sea, floating in long- 
 drawn respirations past the island to the 
 horizon, was of a deep and heavenly blue. 
 
 *' Isn't that white sand ? " sang out Colonel 
 Wills. 
 
 "I see holes to sleep in," exclaimed the 
 Grasshopper. 
 
 " And I see many large crabs, who'll let your 
 friends know by the morning what sort of 
 bones your skins have hidden all your lives ! " 
 drawled Mr. Jackson. 
 
 " Horrible! " cried Mrs. Macbride, putting 
 her fingers to her ears. 
 
 " I sleep in no hole, for one," said Mr. 
 Bergheim, who was looking at the island 
 through a pocket-telescope. " They will allow
 
 PASSENGERS SET ASHORE 167 
 
 us cloth for tents, I hope, and when we are 
 ashore our first business shall be to make up 
 a great fire that will smoke like a volcano." 
 
 "Do you smoke with grass in your coun- 
 try?" sneered the Colonel. 
 
 Thus they went on bawling to each other 
 from the several port-holes. I tried to gather 
 by listening what was passing on deck. All 
 was silent. 
 
 The island remained stationary in the port- 
 hole : it was clear, then, that the ship had been 
 brought to a stand, and a sparkling diamond 
 dance of water where the light rode in blue 
 and green told of a soft flowing breeze, of 
 weight enough to hold the canvas steady. 
 
 The passengers paced about the saloon, 
 bitterly restless and anxious. They had taken 
 in a heartload of the island with their eyes, and 
 began to understand that it was a wild and 
 cruel lump of land to abandon people on, and 
 that help must come quickly if something far 
 blacker than what they had reckoned on was 
 not to befall them. This I collected by quietly 
 listening to their talk. 
 
 Monsignor dwelt in particular upon the 
 Captain having spoken of one boat only for 
 them. " They'll give us a compass, no doubt," 
 said the priest, "and the Captain will see 
 that we have a chart and bearings for the 
 Madeira or the Canaries ; yet she must needs
 
 i68 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 be a small boat ; four or five only will be able 
 to go in her. If she should founder, the rest 
 of us," said he, looking around, " will be left 
 helpless, expectant, not knowing whether they 
 have reached land, or whether they have be- 
 trayed us by neglecting us." 
 
 "That's it," said the Colonel. "It's the 
 durned expectation when a man's in such a 
 situation as that," said he, pointing to the 
 island through the port-hole, " that takes the 
 curl out of his heart, and leaves his spirit 
 slack as a skinned eel. It's a brimstone sort 
 of a joke this, surely ! — a most unnatural, un- 
 called-for, hellish position for us ladies and 
 gentlemen to be in," and he whacked the 
 table with a red face of raving. 
 
 At ten o'clock there was a tramp and hurry 
 of footsteps overhead ; this was followed by 
 a creaking noise. The cabin windows were 
 darkened by the passage of a body or two, 
 and we heard the splash of the quarter-boats 
 as they soused to their bilges. A man 
 then appeared at the skylight. He grasped 
 a musket, and stood looking down at us, 
 clearly with the intention that we should 
 observe him. His breast was bulged and 
 knobby with the butt-ends of pistols, and a 
 cutlass was at his hip ; he seemed a formid- 
 able villain, and stared with a determined face, 
 running Mn eyc^ Her*? ntir] th^re as though h«i
 
 PASSENGERS SET ASHORE 169 
 
 numbered us as far as the frame of the sky- 
 light permitted him to see. 
 
 Mr. Bergheim said to me, " Who is to know 
 but that he may have received instructions to 
 shoot us down one by one, by Gott? Does 
 he not look as if he meant to take aim?" 
 and the timid little Jew, with a shudder, went 
 away to a seat near the sideboard at the fore- 
 end, where no musket could sight him from 
 the skylight. 
 
 Some time went by, perhaps two hours ; 
 we then heard the lift and dip of oars, and 
 Monsignor called from one of the windows 
 that a string of three boats was making for 
 the island. I looked and saw two boats towed 
 by a third. They floated deep, and no doubt 
 contained provisions and necessaries for the 
 temporary support of the passengers. Four 
 men rowed. They pulled with long oars, and 
 their strokes were the long clumsy motions 
 of the fishermen or 'longshoremen. 
 
 The Colonel, after counting them, exclaimed 
 in a low voice, with a glance at the skylight, 
 " Eight remain in the ship. Aren't they to 
 be mastered if we could break out ? " 
 
 " Don't let us talk so," cried Mr. Bergheim 
 from his corner. *' They are peaceable, and 
 will set us ashore in safety, and after a little dis- 
 comfort we shall arrive home. Will not that 
 be better than being shot through the head ? "
 
 I70 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 "There's nothing to be done, Colonel," 
 said Mr. Jackson, restlessly pacing the cabin 
 floor. " Every man will be armed and doubly 
 on the alert. We must take it as it comes ; 
 but as an experience ! " 
 
 He was interrupted by the armed fellow 
 above hoarsely shouting down : 
 
 "Ladies and gents, the sooner you get, 
 your traps together the better. When the 
 boats return you must be ready, and what ye 
 haven't got packed to take yer'll have to leave 
 behind you." 
 
 " How long are we to be allowed % " ex- 
 claimed the priest. 
 
 "All an hour," answered the fellow, in a 
 voice as gruff as a sailor in a stage play : in 
 truth, the brutal hoarseness of those who had 
 occasion to address us seemed needless and 
 forced ; saving the ugly monster, their looks 
 expressed them as men very capable of civil 
 speech and decent behaviour. 
 
 The passengers ran to their cabins and 
 thrust their belongings into their boxes and 
 valises as fast as they could handle the things. 
 Their heavy luggage was in the hold. Mon- 
 signor, who was the first to make an end, 
 found me looking through a cabin window. 
 
 " Have you packed up, Miss Hayes ? " 
 said he. 
 
 " I am to stop in the ship."
 
 PASSENGERS SET ASHORE 171 
 
 "Ay, with your stepfather, to be sure. 
 Yet does not he subject you to great perils'? 
 I think you would be safer with us on that 
 rock. We are sure to make our existence 
 known — I have no fear of all being safely 
 rescued quickly." 
 
 " I would gladly make one of you, but my 
 stepfather's wish is that I should stop in the 
 ship with him." 
 
 He bowed his head and said no more. 
 
 Through a port I saw the boats coming to 
 the ship from the island. Those towed had 
 been discharged and floated light. The oars 
 sank and rose in fibres of gold that flashed 
 in beauty upon the blue of the sea, whose hue 
 was deepened into a sweet richness by the 
 light of the great white crescent of sand that 
 yawned as a background for the boats. Be- 
 fore the hour was out the passengers had 
 finished packing, and were in the saloon with 
 their baggage in heaps about the deck. All 
 were dressed in readiness for leaving the ship. 
 I had clothed myself for the deck, and this 
 perhaps prevented them from noticing that I 
 had not packed : 'tis certain that none but 
 the priest questioned me. 
 
 Soon there was a noise of boats alongside, 
 attended by cries of men hailing the deck 
 from the water's edge. Certain orders I could 
 not catch were stormed down from overhead.
 
 172 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 The companion doors were flung open, the hood 
 thrust back, and the fellow who had looked 
 down at us through the skylight howled out : 
 
 " The male passengers are to step up two 
 at a time ; the ladies '11 follow." 
 
 " Let me keep with my husband," shrieked 
 Mrs. Macbride. 
 
 " You'd better do as you're told," called 
 down the man. 
 
 Mr, Macbride looked at his wife with a 
 ghastly face. The priest in a voice of pity 
 exclaimed, " I am certain there is no cause 
 for fear. No mischiefs intended. They in- 
 tend to secure us men in the boats first of all. 
 You'll remain with the other ladies, Mrs. 
 Macbride, and will very shortly be with your 
 husband." 
 
 " Now, then, step up, step up," shouted the 
 fellow, thrusting his head into the hatch. 
 "Not more than one at a time, please." 
 
 Mrs. Macbride screamed and sank upon a 
 sofa. I went to her side and tried to reassure 
 her, but she was a poor timid creature, and 
 the parson was the weaker of the two. He 
 preached the Gospel at home, yet managed to 
 get no spirit out of it for the experiences of 
 foreign travel. 
 
 The Colonel and Mr. Jackson went on 
 deck and disappeared. Mrs, Wills' white 
 face looked moxp loath s^mw th^n a dead
 
 PASSENGERS SET ASHORE 173 
 
 woman's with the vivid scarlet of her lips. 
 She sat motionless with straining eyes ; the 
 shapeless bulk of her was stiff with fright. 
 Mr. Bergheim, dreaming that a sense of 
 courage might be born of a swinging car- 
 riage, went with heroic lunges to the foot of 
 the steps. 
 
 " Stand back," thundered the man a-top, 
 " till you're called up ; " a command which 
 the little Hebrew obeyed too literally ; he not 
 only stood back — he fell back, and stretched 
 his length upon the deck; but nobody laughed. 
 Then presently, " Two more," and up went 
 Mr. Bergheim and the Grasshopper. They 
 were followed by Mr. Macbride and Mon- 
 signor. The parson's wife clung to her hus- 
 band's arm till the foot of the ladder was 
 reached ; there they kissed and sobbed. 
 
 " Bear a hand," shouted the sentry, bring- 
 ing the butt of his musket down with a 
 thump. 
 
 A lady passenger handed Mrs. Macbride to 
 a chair, and the two gentlemen disappeared. 
 
 When all the males were out of the saloon, 
 the women were told to come up. I was one 
 of the first to reach the deck, and looked 
 round for my stepfather, but he was nowhere 
 to be seen. Four armed men stood at the 
 gangway. Two others, unarmed, waited to 
 help the ladies into the boats alongside. One
 
 174 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 was at the wheel, another seemed to guard 
 the main-hatch whilst keeping an eye on the 
 ship. It was a morning of wide splendour ; 
 the sky was delicately enamelled with feathery 
 clouds in the east, the wind was a warm faint 
 air, and the ship, with her main-topsail to 
 the mast, lay quietly breathing upon the 
 long gleaming lines of ocean swell flowing 
 out of the glory under the sun. When all the 
 ladies were on deck, the seaman who had 
 guarded the hatch said, " This way for the 
 boats," and they went towards the gangway. 
 There were some children, and one of them 
 was crying bitterly ; the women went eagerly. 
 One of the unarmed men in the gangway 
 was the wiry fellow Owen. He comported 
 himself as though he was the chief of the 
 gang, and looked at the ladies and then at 
 the boats alongside, and then round about 
 him, all with an air of command. I wondered 
 where my stepfather lay hidden. Doubtless 
 in the berth forward of the galley, where they 
 had made a show of locking him up and 
 sentineUing him. Good God ! What a huge 
 atrocious scheme of plunder was this ! I 
 could scarcely realise the character of what 
 was happening when I looked at the stately 
 ship clothed in sunshine, rocking softly, at 
 the island within a mile, at the breast of 
 beautiful blue ocean of a summer serenity.
 
 PASSENGERS SET ASHORE 175 
 
 unbroken anywhere by so much as a needle- 
 point of sail. How would the passengers 
 fare upon that rock ? What sort of sleeping 
 quarters was a delicate young woman like 
 Mrs. Macbride to find there? How would 
 the good-natured, shapeless Mrs. Wills relish 
 a bed of sand a-stir with crabs, or grass and 
 bush stubbly with live birds sharp of bill ? 
 
 The island looked a melancholy, desolate 
 place from the deck. The fairy gleams and 
 diminishing beauty it got from the circular 
 frame of the port-hole were wanting. To the 
 right was a little rock, where much foam was 
 spouting in a wonderful white glory ; it was 
 a delightful picture of fountains : you would 
 have thought the rock a shoal of whales 
 motionless and playing their plumes of water 
 to the sun. 
 
 The ladies quickly passed through the 
 gangway, and when the last of them had left 
 the deck I went to the rail and peeped over. 
 I saw two boats ; one was the ship's long- 
 boat, and in her were at this time seated all 
 the saloon passengers. While I looked, some 
 men ran below and passed up the baggage, 
 and when everything was in her she sat 
 pretty deep. The passengers spoke not a 
 word. I so held myself they could not see 
 me, though I had them clear. I felt ashamed 
 to be left behind. My suspicion or know-
 
 176 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 ledge of the monstrous plot made me feel 
 a sort of partaker of the crime. The poor 
 people were too full of their own wretched- 
 ness and the horrors and perils of the situa- 
 tion to heed my absence. When the last 
 bag was flung into the boat, Owen cried out, 
 "Is that all?" On being answered, he sung 
 down to the four men who hung on their 
 oars in the quarter-boat, " Give way now, 
 lads. Tow with a will." 
 
 The painter was cast adrift, the oars dipped, 
 and away went the two boats for the island. 
 I stood behind the interlacery of the main 
 shrouds watching them. Presently I was 
 sensible that the man Owen stared at me. 
 I turned and he smiled, on which, with a 
 shudder of disgust that my face may have 
 betrayed, I walked some distance aft, careless 
 then whether the passengers in the boat 
 saw me or not. The man followed me, but 
 came to a stand at a respectful distance, and 
 exclaimed : 
 
 " I'm sorry, miss, that we should have been 
 obliged to worrit you by this here caper- 
 cutting, but the piece was planned out to 
 include you. They'd have smelt a rat had 
 you been alloAved your liberty when all the 
 rest was under hatches." 
 
 I steadied myself by grasping what they 
 call a belaying-pin, and running my eyes over
 
 PASSENGERS SET ASHORE 177 
 
 him, and then looking him full in the face, 
 said : 
 
 *' You're the man I saw at Captain Sinclair's 
 house in London ? " 
 
 " Ay," he answered cheerfully, " you're the 
 young lady that passed out of the parlour 
 into a back-room as I was a-going in." 
 
 All the theatrical hoarseness was gone out 
 of his throat : he talked in a clear voice a 
 little deep and broken. 
 
 "Where is the Captain?" 
 
 "He don't think proper to show himself 
 till all the 'tween-deck people are out of the 
 ship." 
 
 " Did you men belong to that schooner that 
 hailed us one evening ? " 
 
 '' Ay." 
 
 But when he had said this he looked at 
 me with a queer grin of doubt, and added, 
 projecting his head and speaking as though 
 startled, "But you're along of us, ain't you, 
 miss { 
 
 I suppose my face was answer enough, for 
 touching his cap with a civil air of embarrass- 
 ment, he abruptly rounded on his heel and 
 returned to the gangway. 
 
 I stood lost in thought, watching the two 
 boats. They made for a point on the left 
 and vanished behind it. They were out of 
 sight about twenty minutes, after which they 
 
 M
 
 178 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 emerged, and I saw some of the people 
 walking about the island, that is to say, 
 down upon the flat white shore and upon a 
 broad green slope. I called to Owen : 
 " Can I see my stepfather ? " 
 He shook his head in a sort of deaf way, 
 as though it was a question he wished me 
 to know he could not heed. I then walked 
 to the gangway, where he stood with the 
 others ; I was fearless of their firearms and 
 their looks, for I was beginning to see that 
 their brutality did not go much deeper than 
 the clothes of it : in fact, the comedian had 
 been quick to witness the truth in Owen. 
 
 "If I can't see Captain Sinclair," said I, 
 " one of you should remind him that those 
 poor people were promised a boat, a compass, 
 a chart, and full instructions for communicat- 
 ing with the Canaries or Madeira." 
 
 "That'll be seen to, miss," answered the 
 man, with a look of familiarity that caused 
 another shudder of disgust to run through me 
 again. " Yonder's everything that's wanted." 
 lie pointed to a canvas parcel. "And I'm 
 going ashore with the 'tween-decks folks to 
 explain to the passengers how to steer for 
 Madeira." 
 
 "Do you understand navigation?" said I. 
 
 " I can box the compass," he answered, with 
 a glance at the others, " and make a straight
 
 PASSENGERS SET ASHORE 179 
 
 line with a pencil and ruler on a chart. That's 
 all the navigation they'll want," he added, 
 with a toss of his head at the island that 
 flung a fall of yellow hair off his forehead 
 straight out. 
 
 I walked about the quarter-deck, watching 
 the people moving upon the island. They 
 had broken up into little parties, and seemed 
 to be searching, no doubt for water, and for 
 the materials to make a smoke. In a short 
 while the boats came alongside, and Owen 
 bawled out certain orders. Six men, includ- 
 ing Owen, stationed themselves in the gang- 
 way. Four were armed with muskets as 
 before. Owen and the other I had noticed 
 had strapped cutlasses to their hips. One 
 man continued to grasp the wheel : he was 
 the ugly man with the hare-lip. The fellow 
 at the hatch was helped by another to lift the 
 grating. He then roared down : 
 
 "Step up and bring your bundles along 
 with ye." After a few moments the first of 
 our unhappy handful of emigrants arose. He 
 was a stumpy, red-headed man, in a moleskin 
 cap and leather leggings, and blinked furi- 
 ously as he looked about him. He was fol- 
 lowed by a woman in a shawl and bonnet, 
 and two children. 
 
 "Be the varth of me oath, yell pay for 
 this," said tbe man. "I'd not have your
 
 i8o THE GOOD SHIP '' MOHOCK'* 
 
 necks, by Jasus, if the hangman's stretching 
 should send me to heaven. Where's the 
 island, ye divils ? " 
 
 " Pass on now," cried Owen, and he was 
 thumped, cursing and blaspheming, over the 
 gangway into the boat, the woman wailing to 
 the men not to hurt her poor husband. The 
 rest came in a little procession. One was 
 that boy with the motherly face I had noticed 
 nursing a baby when I joined the ship. They 
 looked a poor, starved, half-clothed lot — six 
 or seven men, and as many women, and the 
 rest children. They dragged up their bag- 
 gage along with them, and very quickly, and 
 amidst a silence that made their passage 
 ghastly, as though they were going to their 
 death, they descended into the boats. Owen 
 then picked up the canvas parcel, and with a 
 screw of his beery blue eyes to see if I observed 
 him, swung himself over the side. A minute 
 later both boats were making for the island.
 
 CHAPTER IX 
 
 / GET AT THE TRUTH 
 
 As my stepfather continued hidden, I did not 
 choose to remain alone with the piratic com- 
 pany who lounged in the gangway or loafed, 
 pipe in mouth, about the galley. I thought 
 to find the stewardess in the saloon, till on 
 descending I recollected I had noticed her 
 face amongst the emigrants in the boat. I 
 cannot express the extraordinary deep sense 
 of solitude inspired by this interior. Its life, 
 its memory to me, was that of people moving 
 here and there, sitting at table, chatting and 
 laughing ; it now looked empty as a cave, 
 and the spirit of loneliness carried chill to the 
 spirits in its atmosphere. Through the open 
 port-holes came the soft feathery rush of wind 
 as the vessel rolled. I felt as if I was alone 
 in a deserted ship, and my heart sank. 
 
 Some of the doors of the berth were open, 
 and swung as the ship swayed ; nothing was 
 left but tossed bedding and the furniture 
 of the vessel. It was after two o'clock. I 
 had not eaten since breakfast ; the remains of 
 
 xBx
 
 i82 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 that meal lay upon the table in a confusion 
 of broken victuals and tumbled napkins. I 
 found some wine on a swing tray, and cut a 
 plate of ham and some sort of pleasant spiced 
 meat. Whilst I ate and drank I was wonder- 
 ing what in the name of life was to become 
 of me, and despite that romantic heat of 
 curiosity I lately wrote of, I was now longing 
 with a real passion of fear to be safe at home. 
 I felt sick when I thought of the familiar 
 looks of the fellow Owen. What did they 
 mean to do with this ship ? What was their 
 destination, and how long would it take them 
 to arrive at it? and when there, how did my 
 stepfather intend to dispose of me? These 
 and the like considerations so terrified me 
 that I could have cried my eyes out. 
 
 By-and-bye I caught a noise of oars, and 
 going to a port, heard voices. The boats had 
 returned from the island. The breeze was 
 now a bit fresh. It may have shifted ; the 
 island was no longer visible in the windows. 
 The sea streamed in splendour under the 
 high sun, and the dance of white fires was 
 on both hands. After a little I heard a 
 tramp of feet, a song of seamen, and the 
 port-holes were darkened by the boats as they 
 mounted to the davits. Then clear in the 
 open skylight rang a stern sharp cry. I started: 
 it was my stepfather's voice.
 
 / GET AT THE TRUTH 183 
 
 ** Fill on her briskly, my lads ! Round in 
 on those starboard mainbraces." 
 
 Along with the echo of stamping feet on 
 the decks entered a new sense of buoyancy 
 in the heel of the vessel. She lifted with 
 the light long heave of the flashing swell, 
 with a floating launch that was life itself, 
 and I heard the brook-like murmur of broken 
 waters. We were away ! But to what part 
 of the world, and with what intent ? 
 
 The door of an after-cabin stood open, 
 and the island swung suddenly into a stern 
 window. I hastily ran into the berth to 
 look ; then, to obtain a good last view of the 
 people, stepped into the Captain s cabin and 
 adjusted his telescope to my vision, and kneel- 
 ing on the transom or locker, or whatever it 
 is called, steadied the telescope in the port 
 and looked. A group of three sprang life- 
 like into the lenses. They were emigrants 
 down on the white beach of the bay, stoop- 
 ing and peering and prodding like children 
 shell-hunting. I swept with the glass and 
 caught another figure ; this was Monsignor. 
 He stood alone, his hands were folded in 
 front of him, and he watched our departing 
 ship. His black hat shadowed his face, which 
 showed like marble under it, and on the 
 instant of my covering him his dusky gaze 
 sank deep into mine. I started as though he
 
 i84 THE GOOD SHIP '^ MOHOCK" 
 
 spoke to me. The figure of Mr. Bergheim 
 now stepped into the disc ; it gesticulated 
 and pointed at the ship ; then a little shift of 
 helm launched the island out of the square 
 of the casement, and the vision of white 
 beach and green heights, and the giant line 
 of glass-clear comber smoking towards the 
 land, passed into a heap of black rock bril- 
 liant with spouting foam, and then into the 
 dark blue open sea. 
 
 I put down the glass and went into the 
 saloon and paced the deck. The motion of 
 the ship was soft and gliding. It would have 
 been sweet to me at another time. The pure 
 wind gushed through many openings: through 
 the skylight one could see the sails of the 
 mizzen swelling in alabaster, sharp-edged 
 with light against the blue. Just then I 
 saw a leg in the companion-way, and my 
 stepfather descended. On perceiving me, he 
 called out, in a level, quiet voice, not wanting 
 in a certain ring of heart, as though his spirits 
 were good : 
 
 " What, ho, Laura ! The last of them, are 
 ye? But it looks more deserted than ever I 
 saw it in dock." 
 
 After saying this he stood awhile in silence, 
 turning his eyes about. He then came to the 
 table, and helping himself to some remains 
 of cold fowl and a piece of tongue, he asked
 
 / GET AT THE TRUTH 185 
 
 me to find him a bottle of brandy in the 
 steward's pantry and sit beside him. I did 
 as he bid me, and when he had asked me to 
 eat, our talk went thus : 
 
 *' Where's this ship being steered to now %" 
 said I. 
 
 " To a Bahama Cay," he answered. 
 
 '* Where's that?" 
 
 *' No matter. It's within reach of a week, 
 anyway." 
 
 "What will follow?" 
 
 "I don't mind talking to you now," he 
 answered, eating with a good appetite, and 
 speaking with a note of briskness, whilst I 
 took notice that the heavy expression which 
 had blackened his countenance during the 
 voyage had passed out of his face, though 
 to be sure his frown stayed, that is, in its 
 coming and going way. " I have cast in my 
 lot with the men. They can't do without me, 
 and why shouldn't I get money out of the 
 professional ruin the seizure of the ship has 
 brought upon me ? They offered me a large 
 proportion of the gold, and I want the money," 
 said he, dropping these words slowly, but with 
 an accent brutal with resolution. " Did you 
 know before we sailed that I was bankrupt?" 
 
 " Maria told me she believed you were in 
 difficulties." 
 
 " How should she know anything about
 
 i86 THE GOOD SHIP '^MOHOCK" 
 
 my affairs ? " he exclaimed with heat. Then 
 controlling himself, he continued, " I should 
 not be able to show my face in London again. 
 They'd lock me up for debt. Owners will 
 never want for captains, and I should not be 
 missed. Fortune has here played a trump 
 card. No debtor's gaol for me? I shall not 
 even go to sea again, but pass my old age in 
 comfort and quiet in some glorious climate 
 where a man careful of his health may live 
 for ever." 
 
 " Your share will be stolen money," I said. 
 
 " I steal nothing," said he, showing his 
 teeth, after half-draining his tumbler. "It 
 was not I who ran away with the gold. If I 
 am to salve it for the crew, I have a right to 
 the share they offer ; the owners would never 
 get a penny from them, nor, supposing I was 
 to hand the money over, would I ever receive 
 a cent in acknowledgment of my services. 
 At sea we never do more than our duty." 
 
 I knew he lied, and it was shocking to 
 hear him. I listened, nevertheless, with a 
 motionless face ; in truth, I could act as well 
 as he. He waited for me to speak. 
 
 " What's to become of me ? " I asked. 
 
 " You shall be sent home." 
 
 "Why did you bring me this voyage?" I 
 asked. 
 
 " Why ? You know ! To please you, to
 
 I GET AT THE TRUTH 187 
 
 divert you. You can ask ungrateful questions 
 with a curst hard look." 
 
 "The man you call Owen " 
 
 '* It's his name." 
 
 " Says he remembers seeing me in your 
 house." 
 
 " He's a liar," he shouted, flushing scarlet. 
 Then jumping up, he went to the foot of the 
 steps and bawled in a roaring note for Owen. 
 The man instantly appeared in the hatch and 
 came down. 
 
 " Were you ever in my house in London 1 " 
 exclaimed Captain Sinclair, straightening his 
 military figure to its topmost inches, and 
 overwhelming the man he accosted with his 
 sudden large imperious posture of look and 
 command. 
 
 The fellow's countenance changed, a sparkle 
 of cunning sharpened his gaze. 
 
 ** No, sir," said the dog. 
 
 " You told me you saw me there," said I 
 quietly. 
 
 " Miss, you said you had seen me, and it 
 wasn't for me to contradict so beautiful a 
 lady," answered the creature, grinning. 
 
 I looked down and drummed with my 
 fingers, wondering if the Captain would 
 openly notice the fellow's sauciness. Instead 
 he gave him certain directions touching the 
 course, and Owen went on deck.
 
 i88 THE GOOD SHIP '^MOHOCK" 
 
 My stepfather returned to his plate, looked at 
 me steadily, and said, "Are you convinced?" 
 
 " He has an offensive familiar way with 
 him. He must not speak to me." 
 
 " He belongs to Deal, where they have no 
 manners," he exclaimed, putting more food 
 upon his plate. " Don't notice him. He 
 means nothing. In fact, we must be civil 
 to these fellows, Laura," says he, softening. 
 " They have put a noble estate in my way, 
 and what do 1 care about their manners 1 
 Owen is to be the chief mate, and will sit at 
 this table. The second mate '11 live aft too, 
 but you'll see nothing of him." 
 
 " Father," said I, softening too, " surely 
 you'll take no portion of this plundered 
 money ? " 
 
 He motioned as if he would strike me, and 
 silenced me with a look of fire. 
 
 I felt afraid of him, and went to a cabin 
 window and stared out. I did not like to 
 reflect how wholly I was alone in that ship. 
 He was my stepfather, and ashore had pro- 
 fessed a sort of tenderness for me, but we 
 were not bound by ties of flesh and blood. 
 He was now a criminal, and therefore a 
 desperate man, and by that face he turned 
 on me I guessed I was to act with a fine 
 vigilance if ever I was to return home in 
 safety. What most terrified me was his easy
 
 / GET AT THE TRUTH 189 
 
 way of referring to Owen's behaviour. I 
 sighed, I grieved, again I could have wept 
 for the comparative safety of the island that 
 was now far astern. Why, since it was cer- 
 tain that he had planned, that he alone had 
 planned, this enormous piracy, had he brought 
 me on this voyage with him ? And what was 
 his motive in keeping me on board 1 
 
 He did not again address me. When he 
 had finished eating, he went the round of the 
 cabins, examining them one after another, 
 then entered his own and shut the door. Our 
 imprisonment in the saloon had made a sick- 
 ness of the scene of it to me. I felt a craving 
 for the spacious freedom of the ocean, and 
 went on deck. Owen had charge of the 
 ship ; he walked the weather side. When 
 he saw me he touched his cap, and an odd 
 dry smirk of cunning twisted his lips. I 
 quite knew the beast wanted to say he had 
 lied and couldn't help it. In a minute he 
 darted below and brought a chair. I gave 
 him a faint nod, but made no use of his 
 civility. 
 
 My thoughts were with the island, and I 
 went right aft past the wheel, and saw it 
 hanging in a little cloud of gold low down 
 upon the sea. I thought I caught a delicate 
 film feathering over it, and believed it might 
 be smoke, but I could not imagine they would
 
 iQo THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 be senseless enough to waste fuel in signals 
 to an empty horizon. 
 
 The ship swam in three lordly pyramids of 
 canvas : the sun made cloths of gold of their 
 breasts, and the shadows in the hollows were 
 prismatic as the glancing gleams in the lining 
 of the mussel-shell. She lay slightly over, 
 and sheared through the water quietly. Only 
 at intervals would you hear a frothing fall 
 from the weather bow, when some slightly 
 heavier lift of the summer swell stiffened the 
 helmsman's grasp of the spokes. But along 
 the lee side the water shaled away into the 
 wake, and made marble of the blue of the 
 brine, with its white streaks and cloudy turns. 
 
 When I considered that this noble ship, 
 with a hold full of valuable commodities and 
 ;^98,ooo in gold, had been seized by Captain 
 Sinclair for plunder, the surprise in me was 
 so great, that the thing might have happened 
 at that instant : I was thunderstruck. I was 
 turned motionless by the amazing, incredible 
 character of this colossal ocean robbery, and 
 stood on the lee quarter staring forward as 
 if I were a statue. 
 
 Our ship's company of rogues were all on 
 deck at this hour. They idled and loafed, 
 smoked and talked in various parts. The 
 only member of the original crew I saw was 
 the cook. He leaned half in, half out of his
 
 / GET AT THE TRUTH 191 
 
 galley door, and seemed on very easy terms 
 with the two fishermen-like figures that, with 
 hands buried deep in their breeches' pockets, 
 trudged up and down abreast of him. I had 
 not noticed the steward go ashore, but he 
 was certainly out of the ship, and must have 
 been sent away with the saloon passengers. 
 
 The afternoon was already advanced, and 
 the air was already crimsoning as the earth 
 slowly lifted its evening horizon. I felt weary 
 and heart-sick, and extraordinarily depressed 
 with loneliness. I took care whilst I was on 
 deck that Owen should not have an oppor- 
 tunity to address me, but T never turned my 
 eyes in his direction without finding that 
 he stared at me with looks of admiration as 
 unconcealed as the expression of a dog in 
 its wants. 
 
 This evening, some time about six o'clock, 
 I sat in the saloon trying to read, but I could 
 not fix my attention. The book was "The 
 Pirate." It was one of a few hundred volumes 
 that formed the ship's library. The title took 
 my fancy. I thought it would be in keeping 
 with my extraordinary situation, but after 
 I had turned a page or two I found my 
 curiosity flag. The talc and style were heavy. 
 I could not make out what the book was 
 about. Suddenly I heard voices, a sharp 
 shout of " Lay aft, all hands," and presently
 
 192 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 Owen, in dull mechanical accents, like a 
 vestry clerk nosing " Amen," went through 
 the men's names : " Dick Slack, Tom Swivel, 
 Henry Gorm, Sandy May," and more — but I 
 forget them. This was followed by a sort 
 of conversation. The Captain then said — he 
 stood close beside the skylight : 
 
 " Very well. William Owen is chief mate, 
 and James Harris acts as second. That, my 
 lads, is to the general satisfaction ? " 
 
 I caught a rumble of assent. More talk 
 followed. I could not, however, hear what 
 was said. There was a bright scarlet light of 
 sunset spreading from the bow to over our 
 mastheads : it met the soft violet gloom of 
 the evening dusk sifting up astern, and the 
 sails on the mizzen rounding to a star-like 
 truck, showed like an exquisite painting. A 
 man came below and stood at the foot of the 
 steps looking about him awkwardly. 
 
 "What do you want?" said I. 
 
 " Oi've been told off as steward, mum," 
 he answered. " Oi'm to loight the lamps. 
 Where's there a lucifer ? " 
 
 "There's the pantry," said I, pointing, 
 " and I expect you'll find all you want in it," 
 and with that I went to my own berth. 
 
 I took off my hat and lay down in my 
 bunk and fell asleep. I could not, however, 
 have slept long. When I awoke, stars slided
 
 / GET AT THE TRUTH 193 
 
 in the port-hole, but the light of day yet hung 
 pale in the air. I refreshed myself with a 
 wash and went out, supposing that by this 
 hour 1 should find the evening meal on the 
 table. Aft, where my cabin was, the shadows 
 hung thick : between these bulkheads and 
 the lamps were the shaft of the mizzenmast 
 and the broad saloon stairs. I was advanc- 
 ing, but the Captain's voice at that instant 
 pronounced some words : immediately I fell 
 back softly and recoiled into my cabin, 
 where, grasping the handle of the door, I 
 could hear and see. 
 
 My stepfather and Owen sat at table. The 
 cloth was laid, plenty of food was upon it. 
 I could not get a view of the Captain because 
 of the mizzenmast. Owen, sitting on the left 
 in Monsignor's place, was in full sight. 
 
 " If the schooner should fail us I shall be 
 at a loss," said the Captain. 
 
 " There's no fear of Jim a-failing of us," 
 said Owen. "He's not a man to shift his 
 helm over a job like this." 
 
 " We shall be off the Cay in seven or eight 
 days," said the Captain. "The schooner 
 must be there. We're no ship to be seen 
 hanging about these waters. We've got to 
 transfer the money as fast as we can sling 
 the cases over the side, and then away with 
 
 us. And still — and still " 
 
 N
 
 194 THE GOOD SHIP '^ MOHOCK" 
 
 He fell silent for half a minute, then ex- 
 claimed : " I cannot make up my mind to 
 sink this fine vessel." 
 
 "What's to be done with her?" said the 
 other, who did not "sir" him, and I won- 
 dered the Captain bore without visible im- 
 patience the fellow's note of familiarity. 
 
 " I'm for giving her a chance — furling 
 everything, letting go the anchor, and leaving 
 her to be boarded by whatever may come 
 along." 
 
 The other was silent as though the thing 
 was a matter of indifference. 
 
 "There is no good," continued the Cap- 
 tain, " in heaping up this sort of business. 
 We planned to seize the ship, to turn the 
 passengers out of her, and transfer the money 
 to a schooner. All this has been done with 
 little trouble, and, thank God ! without blood- 
 shed. Why deliberately, why mercilessly 
 sink this beautiful vessel then ? It would 
 be murder, man. I'll not have it on my con- 
 
 science." 
 
 " Well, she can be left a-riding as you say. 
 Some wrecking craft's bound to fall in with 
 her. But the men want to know, Cap'n, if 
 you han't got no better scheme for securing 
 the money? It's all gold. My breeches' 
 pockets '11 hold a tidy lot, but not my share 
 of the ninety- eight thousand pounds."
 
 I GET AT THE TRUTH 195 
 
 " It must be carried from port to port, ex- 
 changed, dealt with by banks, manoeuvred as 
 I have told you, until the last man's share is 
 out of her." 
 
 *' Why can't the cases be run ? " 
 
 " Where % " 
 
 " In the Downs." 
 
 The silence that followed this was strongly 
 expressive of contempt or passion. 
 
 " Are you in your right mind that you talk 
 of the Downs ? " said the Captain presently. 
 "Why, man, before we fetched the Channel 
 the passengers will have been rescued and 
 sent home by steam, or the original crew will 
 have arrived in England, and the whole 
 country will be ringing with this piracy, for 
 that's what it amounts to." 
 
 " You may be right," said Owen ; " but if 
 one could be sure that them parties hadn't 
 returned — if we'd only been allowed a single 
 dark night for the job — the Downs 'ud be the 
 place, and 'ud save a vast of trouble. Plenty 
 of caves and secret hiding-places for the snug- 
 ging of the sovereigns, and the money could 
 be dealt with by the handsfull." 
 
 " Are you prepared to take your trial with 
 the certainty of transportation for life ? But," 
 continued the Captain, with a faint note of 
 scoffing in his voice, "you're all anxious to 
 return to Deal with your booty. I'll show
 
 196 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 you how yon may do it after you've put me 
 ashore in the place I decide on with my 
 
 share." 
 
 " No, no, Cap'n, we can't do without you," 
 said Owen gruffly. "You've bossed this job, 
 and it's for you to work the traverse through 
 to the blooming end. 'Sides, if you go ashore 
 you'll take Miss Hayes along with ye," and 
 here I saw him grinning like a mask. 
 
 "You'll not trouble her, Owen, unless she 
 shows herself willing to listen to you ? She's 
 a high-spirited young woman, and might think 
 herself a touch above you." 
 
 " It was agreed that she was to make a part 
 of my share, on the understanding that she 
 was willing," said the man. " My share '11 
 come to more'n four thousand pound, and that 
 should help me with her, if you'll put in a 
 word now and again." 
 
 " I undertook that you should capture this 
 vessel, and that you men should find your 
 account in the job, but not that I should woo 
 a young woman for you." 
 
 " You might say a word for me, sir. Doan't 
 let her think I'm the common chap I look. 
 If my father was a Deal boatman, my mother 
 was a farmer's daughter, and farmers be gen- 
 tlemen, ha? When you told me who she was 
 that night I called, you said you was taking 
 her with you, and that if things worked out
 
 / GET AT THE TRUTH 197 
 
 as schemed, I might court her with your 
 sanction." 
 
 The Captain made some answer, I did not 
 catch it. 
 
 "All I ask is that you'll give me a chance," 
 continued Owen. "I doan't doubt but she'll 
 cozen if she finds that you're agreeable." 
 
 He plucked at his bit of mustache, which 
 looked of a silver white in the lamplight. 
 
 My blood boiled. Every instinct warned me 
 to listen to no more, lest I should shriek or 
 rush out upon them. I softly shut the door 
 and stood beside my bunk with my face, hot 
 as blood with shame, rage, madness, buried 
 in my arm. Had he brought me this voyage 
 to find me a husband in Owen ? No, I could 
 not believe that, because the invitation was in 
 his mind when he wrote to me whilst I was 
 at my sister's, and before Owen had seen me. 
 But did it not look as though he had kept 
 me in the ship that he might keep the beast 
 Owen in countenance with some sort of pro- 
 mise he had made to him about me that night 
 at his house ■? 
 
 What a liar he was ! what a dark-hearted 
 villain to show himself so utterly insensible 
 to my feelings and pride as to keep me in 
 this ship to humour such a poor low dog as 
 Owen ! I wept some scalding tears, and 
 whilst I sobbed with my wet eyes vacantly
 
 198 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 watching a dance of stars upon the glass of 
 the window, some one knocked and the door 
 was opened. 
 
 "Are you here, Laura?" said the Captain. 
 
 I saw his figure by the sheen of the outer 
 light bending forward in a probing, peering 
 way. 
 
 " Yes," I answered, speaking low, that the 
 grief and rage in my throat should not be 
 distinguishable. "What do you want?" 
 
 " To see if you are awake : supper's been a 
 long while laid. You were asleep when I 
 looked in half an hour ago." 
 
 "Who's at table?" said I, still speaking 
 very low. 
 
 " No one," he answered. " I am going to 
 my cabin. Owen has charge of the ship." 
 
 " I'll get some supper presently," said I. 
 
 I waited about ten minutes, again and 
 again plunging my face in water to rid it of 
 the redness of temper and tears, and then 
 went to the table and ciit a small meal ; but 
 I was without appetite, and toyed with my 
 food, I was sick, disgusted, degraded. Yet 
 I felt safe then from Owen, though he might 
 from time to time look at me through the 
 skylight : having charge, he durst not leave 
 the deck. 
 
 I had not been seated many minutes when 
 Captain Sinclair came from his cabin. He
 
 / GET AT THE TRUTH 199 
 
 wore a cap, and was making for the deck ; 
 but on looking at me paused, observed me 
 with attention, came to the table, and took 
 a chair beside me. 
 
 " What are you fretting about ? " he asked. 
 
 I shot a glance at him, but made no an- 
 swer. He looked aft, and suspicion arched his 
 brow. He said quietly, but with an unpleasant 
 frown : 
 
 "If you've been listening, you've heard 
 more than I wanted you to know, or than 
 you yourself would care to know. But you 
 have been listening ! I see it in your looks. 
 Don't show your teeth like that. You've 
 caught me in a lie — and what then ? We've 
 all got to lie to make money. Widows and 
 orphans are , lied into paupers' graves by 
 people who put handsomely every Sunday 
 into the plate, and are called by purple par- 
 sons, swelled with the rogues' 20-port and 
 comet vintages, their Christian friends. The 
 lie is the spirit of trade. All tradesmen are 
 liars. Under heaven is there such a liar as 
 the grocer? I lied to save your feelings. 
 It's nothing to me now that you know Owen 
 called at my house, nor that this scheme 
 of seizure originated with myself. Nothing, 
 What's made you cry is not my lie, but 
 Owen's talk, hey? Now listen. You shall 
 humour this man. Be civil, I advise ; let
 
 200 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK'' 
 
 him think, hope, flatter himself as he may. 
 But take you my word that I will shoot the 
 hound if he sniffs an inch beyond the bounds 
 I have in my mind. Pluck up — pluck up ! 1 
 am a villain and in hell, but you shan't suffer." 
 
 He smote me twice lightly on the back, 
 and giving me one of those smiles that 
 lighted up his face with beauty, he went 
 on deck. 
 
 There was no comfort, however, to be got 
 out of his strong words. He might threaten 
 bullets and halters and flames, but it was a 
 villain who talked. And yet I don't know 
 that I ever once recollect wondering what 
 had made him so. He was the son of a 
 clergyman, and had been sent to sea in good 
 ships, and in other ways, I understood, had 
 been well cared for in his youth. But even 
 parsons' sons will turn out rascals now and 
 again. There is no caper human nature can 
 cut which should surprise you. I was told 
 of a man who returned to England after a 
 long absence abroad. He went to a gaol — 
 Pentonville, I think it was — on a visit of 
 curiosity, and in one of the cells he saw a 
 man with whom he had dined in splendour 
 in his house in a great West End square 
 over and over again ; a well-bred, handsome, 
 courteous, gentlemanly man had been, and 
 perhaps still was, that felon — an incompar-
 
 / GET AT THE TRUTH 201 
 
 able host. The visitor started, turned white 
 and sick, and walked off. Good God ! Did 
 he suppose there was any virtue in handsome 
 looks, gentlemanly bearing, and plenty of 
 good early education to keep out of gaol a 
 man who could not keep his hand out of 
 other people's pockets? 
 
 I had been amazed by the audacity of 
 the seizure of this ship. But I was not the 
 least bit surprised that my stepfather should 
 have acted first rogue's part in the piece. I 
 was shocked, but not astonished that he 
 should have lied like sin throughout. And 
 if he escaped the law, who was to say he 
 would not make a good end ? Age pales 
 conscience, which after awhile strikes work 
 like a drunkard's liver, and so we hear par- 
 sons and doctors talking with wonder of the 
 edifying deathbeds of people whose ending, 
 according to the moralists, should have been 
 a miserable scene of shrieks, struggles, and 
 groans to God. 
 
 This sort of thoughts ran in my head whilst 
 I sat in the cabin. I would not again go on 
 deck. If Owen came below, I would with- 
 draw to my berth. I had not the least in- 
 tention to profit from the Captain's advice to 
 be civil to the man — quite the contrary; a 
 fit of passion shook me, and I looked at a 
 knife upon the table. Then a feeling of
 
 202 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 cold horror corrected my wrath, which had 
 been born of an affrighting imagination. I 
 shuddered and paced the deck. 
 
 The awkward lout who had been told off to 
 act as steward came below to clear the table. 
 He sprawled and tumbled and lurched, often 
 stopping to admire the things he picked up. 
 His red and whiskered face was good-natured 
 with desire to talk, and at last catching my 
 eye he said : 
 
 "I allow we're a-going to 'ave a breeze, 
 miss." 
 
 This interested me. " Is a fair wind looked 
 for?" 
 
 " Whoy, yes. There's a deal of lightning." 
 His eye caught the barometer against the 
 mizzenmast, and he exclaimed, " What's the 
 glass say, I wonders ? " He looked at it. " I 
 suppose they'd call this a drop," said he. 
 
 I walked to the shaft of the mizzenmast 
 and said, "Do you understand this thing?" 
 
 " Whoy, yes." 
 
 " That white stuff is quicksilver ? " 
 
 "That's roight," said he; "and if it rises 
 or falls below that mark upon the glass, good 
 or bad weather's to be expected." 
 
 " Suppose the quicksilver rises above the 
 mark ; it may have risen the eighth of an 
 inch ; you look again, and it may have risen 
 another one-sixteenth. But how can you
 
 I GET AT THE TRUTH 203 
 
 tell? It's impossible to guess at such rises 
 and falls by the measurement of the eye." 
 
 " Whoy, don't yer see," he exclaimed, " that 
 that there mark is meant to be shifted ; you 
 slide him up or down at a given time, keep- 
 ing the top of the mercury on a line with it, 
 and so you're bound to see if there's been 
 a rise or a drop." 
 
 " Then," said T, " if you kept the key of this 
 case, you could easily threaten bad weather 
 to the ship by sliding the mark above the 
 line of the mercury ? " 
 
 "It 'ud look as if there'd been a drop, cer- 
 tainly," he answered, squinting into the glass 
 with much earnestness. " But there's no 
 sailor, I allow, as understands a glass who 
 could be fooled by such larking." 
 
 " I warrant passengers could be fooled, 
 though ? " 
 
 "Whoy, I doan't doubt they could."
 
 CHAPTER X 
 
 THE FRIGATE 
 
 That night, whilst I lay in bed listening to 
 the deepening guns of the gale, and the roar- 
 ing thunder of seas rolling into troughs under 
 the counter, I pieced my stepfather's plot, 
 and understood it all as clearly as though it 
 had been of mine own contrivance. 
 
 He had arranged for a schooner full of 
 men to intercept the Mohock at a given 
 place: he manoeuvred with the weather and 
 humbugged with the barometer to give the 
 schooner the chance of time his bright look- 
 out for her proved she stood in need of. He 
 it was who had placed the arms-chest in the 
 way of the men, and equipped them with other 
 weapons secretly brought aboard in the docks. 
 
 And now I began to think that his chief 
 reason in bringing me with him was to rescue 
 him from the special suspicion of the pas- 
 sengers when the ship had been seized ; he 
 would hope they might reason thus : This has 
 
 been worked out through some sort of con- 
 
 204
 
 THE FRIGATE 205 
 
 federacy : the rogue of the Moliock may be 
 one of the mates ; he may be one or more of 
 the men forward : had the Captain meditated 
 so outrageous a project, he would not have 
 brought his stepdaughter along with him. 
 He is fond of her in his grim, hard- weather 
 way — too fond to subject her to the risks of 
 '.this enormous act of piracy. 
 
 Thus I reasoned, and no doubt I was right. 
 I had a very keen intelligence in those days, 
 and quickly blew any little spark into a flame 
 piercing enough to show me the truth on all 
 sides. 
 
 It blew hard all that night and all next 
 day. The weather kept Owen out of the 
 saloon : not that that signified ; had he shown 
 himself, I should have instantly withdrawn 
 to my cabin. Little could I guess, however, 
 how soon this side of my degradation and 
 suffering was to end ! 
 
 I have said it blew hard for a nidit and a 
 day, and now I cannot recollect what morn- 
 ing of the week it w^as that broke when, 
 finding plenty of sunlight in the ship, no 
 signs of breakfast being prepared, and the 
 hour about a quarter before nine, I put on 
 my hat and went on deck. It was very hot. 
 Clouds with bluish bellies, as though laden 
 svith electric matter, floated stately and slow 
 under a fine white-blue sky. Early as it was,
 
 2o6 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 the sunshine stung. A pleasant wind was 
 blowing. The ocean had forgotten the trouble 
 of the gale, and came lifting in a peaceful, 
 long, dark blue swell out of the north. 
 
 My stepfather and Owen stood together at 
 the lee rail, each with a telescope : a half- 
 dozen of fellows on the forecastle stared 
 ahead with symptoms of uneasiness in their 
 postures and motions. I walked to the lee 
 side to look, and saw the canvas of a large 
 ship glittering like sifted snow. My step- 
 father turned as though to observe the wheel, 
 and gave me a nod, an abrupt, short, con- 
 vulsive gesture ; he seemed half distraught. 
 He levelled the glass again, and Owen looked, 
 and together they stared in silence. 
 
 Captain Sinclair then said — 
 
 " She's a frigate, and an Englishman. You 
 may swear to her by her square yards. What 
 foreigner cuts his sails so ? " 
 
 " Shouldn't we shift our helm, sir?" 
 
 " No, you fool." 
 
 You will please remember I am writinc: of 
 the year 1844, and in those times steam was 
 rare in the navies of the States. Our Colonial 
 seaboards and home waters were navia'ated 
 by ships which differed in nothing to a lands- 
 man's eye from the vessels which had flown 
 the flags of Collingwood, Nelson, and Ex- 
 mouth. Three-deckers under whole breasts
 
 THE FRIGATE 207 
 
 of topsails roared down the Atlantic from 
 the Chops to the Strait. The waters of the 
 West Indies were whitened by the canvas of 
 frigates, corvettes, and schooners with long 
 pennants blowing from their mastheads. 
 Line-of-battle ships protected our interests 
 in the Eastern seas. The vessel now ap- 
 proaching was apparently a frigate of forty- 
 four or fifty guns, and might be making a 
 straight course home from the West Indies. 
 I leaned over the rail and watched her, 
 drinking in her beauty, for I found no other 
 significance in her then than the majesty 
 of her lofty wings, the slow and stately sway- 
 ing of her mastheads, the white foam reel- 
 ing from her stem under a line as white, 
 chequered by the black teeth of guns, and 
 topped by the glancing lustrous stream of 
 her stowed hammocks. 
 
 She was the only ship in sight. Often as 
 I had admired the Mohock, she seemed mean 
 as a barge beside that frigate, haughtily 
 rising out of the blue waters, white as the 
 light she was sailing through, and gleaming 
 like silk when shone upon, from the proud 
 arches of her lower canvas to where the 
 topmost cloths rounding above the line of 
 the yards trembled off into the faintness and 
 vagueness of snow. 
 
 Owen and my stepfather constantly lifted
 
 2o8 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 their glasses with feverish swift movements : 
 they crossed and recrossed each other in 
 short excursions of athwartship walk, talking 
 with excitement, but in low accents. All the 
 fellows who had seized the ship were on deck 
 at this time, regardless of their watches. 
 They, too, showed themselves extraordinarily 
 perturbed. They trudged in couples, now 
 stopping to look ahead, now halting to stare 
 aft. I could not imagine, girl as I was, what 
 there might be in yonder ship to excite all 
 this uneasiness. 
 
 When the frigate was within a mile of us, 
 up floated a string of flags to her mizzen 
 royal masthead. It was clearly the code of 
 the Merchant Service, something that Cap- 
 tain Sinclair understood, though he would be 
 unable to spell messages without the help of 
 a book ; he violently struck the glass under 
 his arm and exclaimed loudly : 
 
 "How shall I be able to give her the go- 
 bye ? " He then cried to Owen, " Hoist the 
 ensign — there's the flag-locker under the 
 grating yonder ; peak-end it and belay it, 
 for that's all the talk they shall get out of 
 me. 
 
 Whilst the ensign was floating to our 
 mizzen galf-end, the stately ship was " luffed," 
 as it is called, which brought her head a little 
 more towards us ; it was clear she had some-
 
 THE FRIGATE 209 
 
 thing to communicate. I heard Captain 
 Sinclair exclaim : 
 
 " They'll wonder to find an Atlantic liner 
 down here. She's suspicious. What's to be 
 done?" 
 
 He flung his glass down on the skylight 
 and came aft, his fingers working and his 
 face dark as a thunder-cloud. 
 
 " Get about some work, men," he roared 
 on a sudden. "Don't loaf about like that. 
 Your sogering airs would damn us if we were 
 as honest as she. Get to jobs — get to jobs 
 — anything that shall make you look busy 
 before their glasses sweep our decks." 
 
 " Captain," shouted Owen in a voice of 
 terror, *' she's a-backing her main-topsail ! " 
 
 I perfectly understood this expression, and 
 witnessed the manoeuvre in the instant of the 
 fellow's speech. The frigate's central pyramid 
 of sails gloomed into shadow out of morning 
 brilliance, whilst every yard swung as though 
 operated by a single rope ; as we approached 
 she drew out, giving us a gradual view of her 
 beauty. I saw the red spot of a marine here 
 and there. A group of officers stood near 
 the mizzen rigging ; one who was a little 
 withdrawn held a speaking-trumpet. The 
 ship leaned from us, showing her guns, whose 
 iron throats were choked with tompions. The 
 green water combed her copper in fingers of 
 

 
 2IO THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 froth. On high streamed her pennant, vanish- 
 ing from the sight in a miracle of delicacy 
 when it was still flickering for fathoms ; few 
 seamen were to be seen, but one very well 
 knew that the hatches of such a ship as that 
 were meant to vomit their hundreds to the 
 first heart-shaking summons of the boatswain 
 and his mates. 
 
 We were going along at about six miles an 
 hour. Captain Sinclair did not shift helm a 
 spoke; he merely got into the mizzen rigging 
 and held himself there in a posture of atten- 
 tion. 
 
 The frigate showed a formidable grin of 
 artillery as she lifted with the yearn of the 
 swell ; we were so close I could almost dis- 
 tinguish the faces of the officers. 
 
 " Ship ahoy ! " thundered a voice through 
 the speaking-trumpet, whose circular mouth 
 framing the ruby face the voice belonged to, 
 seemed to threaten us like a quarter-deck 
 gun. " Heave your ship to. 1 want to send 
 a boat aboard you." 
 
 But we were sliding past, and already the 
 frigate was on our quarter, with Captain 
 Sinclair in the mizzen rigging shouting back, 
 " What is it you want? I don't understand 
 you," with his hand to his head as though 
 hard of hearing. 
 
 ** Heave your ship to," roared the other,
 
 THE FRIGATE 211 
 
 and pulling his trumpet from his mouth, he 
 brandished it in wrath at his own topsail and 
 the line of signal flags. 
 
 Captain Sinclair shook his head, and spring- 
 ing out of the rigging told Owen to dip the 
 ensign once and then haul it down. 
 
 "Let them think we're madmen or dogs in 
 manners," said he, addressing me with a wild 
 light in his eyes and a jeering look in his 
 face. "What does she want? She has no 
 right to board me." 
 
 He fell silent on a sudden, watching the 
 frigate with an expression that grew harder 
 and darker. I watched her too, scarcely as 
 yet understanding the meaning of it all. It 
 was impossible that anything could be in 
 chase of us as yet. Besides, that noble ship 
 had headed up to us from waters into which 
 it would take weeks to carry the news of the 
 piracy. The backing of her topsail yard 
 seemed to me like a bow from a stranger, a 
 gentleman's civility of the hat. She wished to 
 speak to us; why did not Captain Sinclair stay? 
 
 Motionless, one knee a little crooked, his 
 head slightly advanced, his eyes shining in a 
 level stare under a fixed frown, my stepfather 
 watched the frigate : so did I ; so did all 
 hands, the man at the wheel again and again 
 swinging uneasily off the spokes, to look 
 behind as though he feared a shot.
 
 212 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 " Eound goes her taws'l yard," sung out 
 Owen, " Count her broadside guns ! Hell 
 alive O ! there's a smasher for ye, mates ! " 
 
 "They should have been allowed to send 
 a boat," bawled a fellow on the main-deck. 
 " We've made old cheese of the ship by this. 
 They've got the scent." 
 
 *' See here, bullies," shouted another man, 
 " wance let wan of them chaps in buttons 
 come over the side, and ye may sell the rest 
 of your life and liberty for a farden to the 
 first bleedin' Jew ye comes across." 
 
 Once the Captain looked round threaten- 
 ingly, but did not speak. The men seemed 
 to have no respect for his presence. 
 
 " Full for stays, by the thunder of God ! " 
 roared a voice. " She's arter us." 
 
 The frigate heeled as she courted the steady 
 gust of the brilliant wind into her swelling 
 cloths : her stern windows flashed, the gilt- 
 work about her quarter-galleries glowed like 
 a splendour of sunset over the white seething 
 of the first of her race of foaming water; 
 she gathered way with a burst of brine from 
 the bow that arched a rainbow from cathead 
 to gangway; in another minute her shape 
 changed, the edges of her sails sharpened 
 upon us, the length of her broadside stole 
 out under the shaking milk-white heights as 
 she came rounding into our wake, and with
 
 THE FRIGATE 213 
 
 the astonishing swiftness of the seamanship 
 of a British man-of-war, where there are 
 thirty men for a rope, and where everything 
 swings and hoists as to a single impulse ; the 
 beautiful fabric was in hot chase about three 
 miles astern. 
 
 Puff ! The first intimation of her intention 
 was a bright ball of gunpowder smoke that 
 sprang from her bow-gun and went shred- 
 ding like torn silk down the wind. It was 
 unshotted, and the report struck the ear in 
 a single empty blast. 
 
 " My lads, his next gun will have a mes- 
 senger," cried Captain Sinclair, running to 
 midway the quarter-deck and coming to a 
 halt there. " We'll make a long chase of it. 
 We'll escape her in the night. I know the 
 Mohock's heels better than you. Starboard 
 mainbraces ! Trim to bring her close to the 
 wind. Keep your wits — don't flounder." 
 
 He made a signal to the wheel. The ship 
 was brought a little nearer to the wind, and 
 the yards braced forward. 
 
 "Up aloft some of you, and rig out that 
 fore-topmast stu'n-sail boom." 
 
 They were but clumsy seamen, and they 
 sprawled in the rigging and shook the 
 shrouds and were slow in getting the boom 
 out ; but they worked as for life or death : 
 they did their 'longshore best ; and indeed it
 
 214 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 might mean death to some or all of them if it 
 should turn out that any of the passengers or 
 the original crew had perished. 
 
 It was nearly eleven o'clock. I had not 
 broken my fast, but could feel no hunger in 
 the wild, the almost maddening excitement 
 raised by this sudden, most amazing, tragic 
 change of countenance in our affairs. It was 
 intelligible to me now. That ship, suspecting 
 us, was pursuing us, and if she boarded us, 
 the detection of my stepfather's and the 
 crew's crime could scarce be more than the 
 matter of a question or two. We were flying 
 for our lives, and yonder spacious tower 
 astern, grim, silent, patient, with the spray 
 lifting to her hawse-pipes, was after us, and 
 meant to question us, and was trembling 
 to her topmost cloths with fierce suppressed 
 resolution to take us. 
 
 Did I say she was silent ? Not for long. 
 It was barely three minutes since she first 
 fired, when I saw her lufi", a tremble of rich 
 shadows ran through the satin of her sails, 
 red fire glanced near her figure-head, and a 
 second gun was let fly. This time they had 
 loaded with ball. Even my unpractised ears 
 could tell the difi'erence between the hollow 
 thud, like the drawing of a cork, of the first 
 explosion, and the smart metallic ring of the 
 second.
 
 THE FRIGATE 215 
 
 Some of our seamen cuddled themselves 
 about the decks. The fellow at the wheel 
 cried out, " If they go on shooting I stand 
 to be cut in two." The Captain took no 
 notice. He glanced aloft, as though seek- 
 ing for some token of mischief there. The 
 breeze blew no fresher, but my stepfather had 
 brought the MoJioch to her best sailing-point ; 
 she was a clipper, with an entry of bow like a 
 racing yacht. She was shearing through it as 
 though propelled by steam, sheeting out the 
 water to leeward in a gem-coloured dazzle 
 that went away into the wake without noise. 
 
 It was impossible to guess at this early 
 time whether we gained or lost. The frigate 
 hung astern like a cloud. She, too, had set 
 a foretopmost studding-sail, and a third gun 
 blazed at her bow as I watched her. It was 
 just then I caught my stepfather's eye. 
 
 " Go below," he cried. 
 
 " Why ? Let me watch this chase." 
 
 " Go below," he repeated. " They are 
 throwing shot at us. The deck is no place 
 for you. Go below." 
 
 And he approached me in an attitude that 
 was made a menace of by his face. 
 
 " I shall be as safe on deck as in the cabin," 
 I cried imploringly, for I was afraid to go 
 below. "A cannon-ball might as easily kill 
 me there."
 
 2i6 THE GOOD SHIP '^ MOHOCK" 
 
 He simply pointed to the companion, too 
 enraged to speak, and indeed I was a fool to 
 withhold instant obedience at such a time : 
 for, now the big gun-ship was after us, you 
 saw as plainly as you could see the powder 
 smoke of her cannon, that our bold piratic 
 crew, from Owen down, for all their thick 
 inhuman utterance to us poor passengers, and 
 for all their brave beating of the decks with 
 the butt ends of their muskets, had livers of 
 cream with the brains of hares in their skulls. 
 
 I slunk down the companion way, and 
 went straight aft into the Captain's cabin, 
 and watched the frigate for a little through 
 the open window. She looked low down 
 upon the sea, and as far off again. It was 
 only when the swell rose us that I saw the 
 broad white chequered bands meeting at her 
 bows. She did not continue to fire, whether 
 because we were out of range of her boAv- 
 shot, or because she knew she was slowly 
 overhauling us and withheld her powder for 
 a sure sling of ball, I could not tell. She 
 was a little to leeward on the quarter. I 
 could see the white of our wake, broadening 
 out fan-shaped as it did, flash to the very 
 bends of her. 
 
 I went into the pantry to get something 
 to eat, wondering when I again looked if I 
 should find the pursuing ship growing. I
 
 THE FRIGATE 217 
 
 made a meal off some cold meat, biscuit, and 
 wine, and lingered over it. What would 
 happen if the frigate sent an officer? Who 
 was to contradict Captain Sinclair if he told 
 a lie and his men held their tongues ? Sup- 
 pose they searched the ship, there was nothing 
 contraband in the vessel, I imagined ? What 
 was good as a consignment for New York 
 would be equally good as a consignment for 
 any port the Captain might choose to swear 
 he was bound to. 
 
 Heavens ! how little did I know of the sea 
 in those days ! 
 
 After half an hour I again entered the 
 Captain's cabin. There hung the frigate 
 steady as the moon upon the waters. Was 
 she growing? I now seemed to see the 
 gleam of her coppered forefoot as the surge 
 lifted it out of the foam boiling about the 
 bows. The Captain's telescope was on deck ; 
 I picked up the binocular glass, and the 
 splendid vessel swelled close in the lenses. 
 I saw the red-coated sentries, also two or 
 three men in brass buttons and gold bands 
 carelessly pacing the quarter-deck ; now and 
 again one would pause and lightly inspect 
 us through such another glass as I used. 
 All seemed sternly quiet and hidden. At 
 times some sailors would come into the 
 bows : once a gang of eight or ten men
 
 2i8 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 sprang aloft. There was something merci- 
 less in that steady silent chase : it was as 
 though the men left all the work of it to 
 the ship ; she, iron-throated, swollen to the 
 heavens with relentless cloths, followed as 
 living and lickerishly eager as a bloodhound 
 in chase. The Mohock seemed to thrill : we 
 were as the hare ; the agony of the fear and 
 expectation of the hearts above was in her. 
 
 Whilst I looked I beheld the sea darken- 
 ing on the windward side. It roughened 
 also, with broader gleams and longer lights. 
 Its dye was a dark violet, whose edge flickered 
 raggedly against the vast purple cloud that 
 shadowed the weather seaboard. The colour 
 spread with the rush of the wind : the Mo- 
 hoch leaned sharply, and as she did so a sea 
 sprang in a cloud of salt over the bows of the 
 frigate. 
 
 I had no means of judging our pace save 
 by the wake that scaled in a living sheet of 
 brilliance from under the cabin window. The 
 Mohock seemed to boil through it with a 
 comet's speed, but the ship astern, leaning 
 heavily over with her studding-sail boom and 
 every yardarm pointing at the sky, and her 
 canvas rounding out of soft shadow into 
 brassy brightness, hung steady. Was she 
 gaining or losing ground ? 
 
 My eyes were weaiy, my limbs trembled,
 
 THE FRIGATE 219 
 
 and as I dared not return on deck, I went 
 into the saloon and threw myself upon a 
 sofa. 
 
 I might have sank into a reverie that was 
 like a doze ; be this as it will, I was startled 
 by the sound of a gun. I sprang to my feet, 
 but the angle of the deck was so sharp that 
 for some moments I found a difficulty in 
 standing upright. I moved as best I could 
 in the direction of the Captain's cabin, but 
 before I arrived I heard a second gun that 
 seemed to my ears a loud and near report ; 
 it was immediately followed by a smart noise 
 of splintering : a great piece of mast or yard 
 hit the deck overhead with a mighty thump ; 
 the Mohock then in a minute or two came 
 upright on a level keel with all her sails 
 thundering. The noise of that vast spread 
 of flapping canvas was like the rage of a 
 gale with thunder rolling through it. I 
 heard a vast deal of shouting on deck, and 
 the drawn yawling of seamen dragging upon 
 ropes. My heart was beating violently, and 
 a cold perspiration covered my face ; indeed, 
 I did not know but that the Mohock had 
 been hulled and was sinking, and, wliich was 
 equally terrifying, every instant I expected 
 to hear the crash of a big shot flying through 
 the saloon. 
 
 Such was my terror, I sank upon my knees
 
 220 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 and crawled, like a staggering kitten, to look 
 for the ship astern. She was not to be seen 
 from the window. No white race rushed 
 now from our vessel. The Mohock sat up- 
 right, head to wind, and the sea - flashes 
 glanced and melted in runs from under the 
 counter as though she had been at anchor. 
 I returned to the saloon, and looking through 
 a port-hole, saw the frigate close by. She had 
 backed her main -topsail yard, and a long 
 black boat, full of men, was descending to 
 the water to a whistling like the concert of 
 the trees. The large circular window gave 
 me a fine view of the frigate and scene of 
 water she was proudly pawing. I counted 
 fourteen men in the boat, and an officer in 
 blue cloth, a stripe on his wrist and a gold 
 band and crown on his cap, sat in the stern- 
 sheets. The symmetric flash and dip of the 
 oars gave a romantic beauty to the appear- 
 ance of the men as they bowed and lay back, 
 all of them attired in the light blue shirt 
 and white trousers of the Navy. 
 
 The ships hung within easy speaking dis- 
 tance, and those sweeping blades speedily 
 measured the dancing blue between. I lost 
 sight of the boat when she came along- 
 side, and was watching the frigate, when I 
 heard a step, and looking round, saw Captain 
 Sinclair.
 
 THE FRIGATE 221 
 
 I hardly knew him. It was not only his 
 ashy paleness, nor yet a distorting expression 
 of deep despair : it was that sort of change 
 you witness in the dead when the pangs of 
 dissolution have perished out of the muscles, 
 and the countenance puts on a character that 
 recalls another. He took no notice of me 
 whatever ; he threw his cap down upon the 
 table, seated himself, and folding his arms 
 tightly upon his breast, lay back with an 
 expression of savage desperate expectation, 
 such as one might put on who, being cornered 
 by a wild beast, awaits a leap. 
 
 I went to the end of the saloon and sat 
 down with my eyes upon him, not daring to 
 speak. I suspected he had come below to kill 
 himself, and perhaps me, and so I slunk off in 
 a hiding way, for if it was not in my power 
 to restrain him, it was certainly not my desire 
 that he should involve me in his own destruc- 
 tion. After a little, the light was obstructed 
 in the hatch, and a naval lieutenant, followed 
 by a blue-jacket, descended. The officer imme- 
 diately uncovered at sight of me. 
 
 He was a fine-looking young man, about 
 seven-and-twenty years of age, erect, with 
 dark eyes and smooth cheeks. A sword 
 hung at his side, and his left hand carelessly 
 reposed upon the hilt of it as he made a step 
 towards Captain Sinclair.
 
 222 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 " Are you the master of this ship, sir ? " 
 he asked. 
 
 " I am," answered my stepfather, without 
 rising or relaxing his rigid posture. 
 
 " Pray, why didn't you heave-to when we 
 signalled you to do so ?" 
 
 " I am an Englishman, and this is a trader, 
 and I chose to pursue my course," answered 
 the Captain. 
 
 " I will thank you to show me your papers," 
 said the lieutenant, glancing round the saloon 
 with many but quiet marks of surprise at the 
 elegance of the decorations. 
 
 " You have no right to see my papers," 
 answered Captain Sinclair. 
 
 " I have so much right that I must insist 
 upon your producing them at once," exclaimed 
 the lieutenant sternly, but without temper. 
 
 My stepfather made no reply. On this the 
 lieutenant looked about him, and then said 
 something to the seaman which I did not 
 catch, I observed that the blue-jacket was 
 armed with a cutlass. The lieutenant, instinc- 
 tively guessing the Captain's cabin, walked 
 straightway into it. My stepfather followed 
 him with his eyes, and as the officer crossed 
 the threshold, started, restrained himself, and 
 turned his back. 
 
 " Do you still refuse to show me your 
 papers ? " said the lieutenant, coming out of
 
 THE FRIGATE 223 
 
 the cabin qnickly, after rummaging there five 
 minutes. 
 
 " I refuse nothing, sir." 
 
 " Produce them." 
 
 "It is your business to find them." 
 
 " You have hidden or destroyed them. Do 
 you withhold all information as to the char- 
 acter and nature of the voyage of this ship 1 " 
 
 " You must find out everything for your- 
 self," answered my stepfather, rising and ex- 
 panding his chest, and swelling himself as 
 though he measured his height against the 
 lieutenant's. 
 
 The officer paused a moment with his eyes 
 upon me. 
 
 "Are you this gentleman's wife ?" said he. 
 
 " My daughter," snapped in Captain Sinclair. 
 
 The lieutenant, making me a slight bow, 
 went on deck, followed by the seaman. The 
 frigate had floated out of scope of my vision, 
 owing to some shift in our ship's position. 
 The lieutenant had not been gone a minute 
 when I heard his voice hailing his ship ; the 
 man-of-war appeared to be lying astern. I 
 did not clearly hear his words : I made his 
 hail out to signify that the captain of this 
 vessel had destroyed or secreted his papers, 
 and refused all information. This was fol- 
 lowed by a faint long-drawn growl, and I 
 clearly heard the lieutenant sing out :
 
 224 THE GOOD SHIP '^ MOHOCK" 
 
 " No appearance of a slaver about her. 
 She has a richly-furnished saloon, and is evi- 
 dently an American clipper liner." 
 
 Here the voices ceased, and I could not 
 imagine what was next to happen. I said to 
 my stepfather : 
 
 ** May I go on deck ? " 
 
 " Stop here !" he answered, with a manner 
 and voice as though he addressed some low 
 blackguard sailor. 
 
 I could have wept my eyes out with spite 
 and rage. What right had he to call me 
 his daughter to that fine, gentlemanly officer ? 
 His behaviour, his looks, our situation, made 
 his companionship intolerable then, and as he 
 would not allow me to go on deck, I walked 
 into my cabin. There I stayed till I heard 
 voices. When I peeped out, I saw the young 
 lieutenant addressing my stepfather, who 
 leaned against the shaft of the mizzen-mast. 
 I just caught the words — 
 
 " You are at liberty to remain in this ship 
 along with your daughter. The crew will be 
 transferred to the frigate, which will keep us 
 company to Kingston." 
 
 Captain Sinclair made no sign. As the 
 lieutenant rounded on his heel, he saw me 
 standing in the door of my berth, and came 
 to me with his hat in his hand. 
 
 " You are not to be inconvenienced," said
 
 THE FRIGATE 235 
 
 he ; " you will remain iu this vessel. Had 
 your father chosen to be civil and answered 
 my questions, we might not have had occa- 
 sion to trouble you." 
 
 He half smiled as he said this, with a 
 shrewd roll of his dark fine eyes around the 
 saloon. 
 
 " Captain Sinclair is my stepfather," said I. 
 
 " I beg your pardon. And may I take the 
 liberty of asking your name ? " 
 
 " Laura Hayes." 
 
 He showed me a set of fine white teeth 
 with the smile he gave, whilst he exclaimed, 
 M"ith the most insinuating, charming look : 
 
 " Did not this ship leave England bound 
 for New York, Miss Hayes?" 
 
 I glanced over his shoulder at my step- 
 father, and meeting his stern gaze, coloured, 
 and exclaimed, " Don't ask me any ques- 
 tions." 
 
 He smiled and sprang up the steps. The 
 moment he was gone Captain Sinclair came 
 up to me. 
 
 " AVhat has that fellow been asking you?" 
 he exclaimed, his face discoloured as though 
 his wrath strangled him. 
 
 " If you were my father." 
 
 "What more?'' 
 
 ■' If this ship left London for New York.' 
 
 " What did you say ?"' 
 
 p
 
 226 THE GOOD SHIP '^MOHOCK" 
 
 " I refused to answer any questions." 
 He stared with his eyes glowing with the 
 fires of suspicion. His face then relaxed. 
 He brought his hand down so heavily upon 
 my shoulder as to pain me, and exclaimed 
 slowly, and in a low voice : 
 
 " Laura, as you value your life, keep your 
 own counsel. Say nothing of what you know. 
 If you do — think. It might prove your evi- 
 dence that may make me a convict for life. 
 As it is — as it is," said he, stuttering 
 hoarsely and breathing swiftly, " things are 
 not at their worst. They allow me to remain 
 on board ! So much the better !" His whole 
 face faded into wrinkles as with a sudden grin 
 of madness. Then repeating, " As you value 
 your life, not a syllable of what you know," 
 he sprang his lips to my brow and kissed 
 me as violently as he had saluted me with 
 his hand. For some moments he stood con- 
 sidering, and then went to his cabin a little 
 unsteadily, as though his vision had been 
 dimmed, and I walked about the cabin wait- 
 ing for what was next to come, and hoping 
 that it might prove the young lieutenant.
 
 CHAPTER XI 
 
 LIEUTENANT JERVIS, R.N. 
 
 I GREW weary of being alone, and as my step- 
 father kept hidden in his berth, I stepped on 
 deck to take a look around, not meaning to 
 stop. 
 
 The first sight my eyes went to was the 
 wreck of what is called the mizzen-topgallant 
 mast hanging aloft : the sails upon its yards 
 were set. A few blue-jackets dangled in the 
 rigging, cutting and hacking and clearing the 
 mess away. It was this trifling piece of 
 wrecking, no doubt, that had brought my 
 stepfather to a change of mood, for the Mo- 
 hock^ when the frigate sent that shot, was 
 within easy hulling reach, and in the roaring 
 smoke of a single broadside the clipper might 
 have made as magical an exit as her likeness 
 on the bubble that splits whilst you look. 
 
 They had trimmed sail upon the Atlantic 
 
 packet, and a seaman in the uniform of the 
 
 Navy stood at the wheel. What a smart 
 
 fellow he looked in his clean dress, carelessly 
 
 227
 
 228 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 rolling his figure, and the beds of cloud astern 
 set him sharp upon the eye. This made the 
 third crew the Mohoch had shipped since she 
 sailed from the Thames. 
 
 I stood in the companion, but the man at 
 the wheel called to me to step aft out of the 
 way of the stuff aloft ; this brought the atten- 
 tion of the lieutenant to me. He was at the 
 rail with one foot stirruping a coil of rope. 
 He stroked his chin wistfully, and watched 
 intently the frigate as though something was 
 happening aboard that fixed his sight ; yet 
 turned when the helmsman called, and seeing 
 me, erected himself with a smile and a little 
 colour and was coming. 
 
 At that instant a gun was fired aboard the 
 frigate, and a stream of flags fluttered half- 
 mast high. The lieutenant sprang to the 
 flag-chest, clearly understanding the meaning 
 of the frigate's signal, which was in the bunt- 
 ing of the Navy, and picking out the long 
 thin triangular flag that is called the answer- 
 ing pennant in the Merchant Service, ran it 
 aloft, shouting to his men to back the main- 
 topsail. 
 
 There were five men aloft and one at the 
 wheel ; yet eight blue-jackets, in obedience to 
 the lieutenant's call, came to the braces with a 
 nimbleness that was amazing after the floun- 
 dering and tumbling of the 'longshore gentry ;
 
 LIEUTENANT JERVIS, R.N. 229 
 
 they brought the sail to the mast in silence ; 
 no merchantman's song regaled the ear, and 
 no whistle took its place. Eight and six, 
 thought I ; so here is the ship in charge of 
 fourteen Royal Naval sailors, commanded by 
 a lieutenant who I should think is one of the 
 handsomest men of the breed. 
 
 I stood on the quarter watching him askant, 
 whilst he eyed the procedure of the sailors at 
 the braces ; and though I perfectly well under- 
 stood this change of fortune must prove of 
 terrible significance to my unhappy stepfather, 
 yet I own I could not but drink in a sigh of 
 blessed relief when I thought of that abomi- 
 nable creature Owen, with his daring saucy 
 looks, as safe in the frigate as if in a gaol, and 
 replaced by Lieutenant Jervis. 
 
 Presently I wondered why the lieutenant 
 did not come to speak to me. I wanted to 
 know his name and that of the frigate ; till on 
 looking as he stared, I spied a small cutter or 
 gig approaching from the man-of-war, that had 
 likewise hove-to ; the little boat was washed 
 through it in froth by six oars. She gained 
 the side, and a midshipman sprang aboard. 
 
 This midshipman was a fine bronzed boy of 
 about sixteen, and all the time he delivered 
 his message his eyes were upon me. I was 
 pleased to humour him. These poor fellows, 
 who are stationed in hot climates for months
 
 230 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 and months, see little of our sex, unless they 
 be black, which is a complexion of skin no 
 white man can find any relish for, even after 
 years of enforced abstinence from the roses 
 and lilies of his own country. Their plea- 
 sures are few. They run deadly risks from 
 the climates. Many bright and beautiful 
 youths perish from the calomel and quinine 
 the doctors stuff them with. 
 
 I was a fine handsome figure of a girl in 
 those days, with expressive eyes, and a great 
 plenty of soft warm hair, and that sort of 
 shape which ardent young men think beauti- 
 ful in females. The voyage had not teased 
 my good looks. The midshipman having 
 delivered his message with a half shy, half 
 gallant glance at me, said something to the 
 lieutenant, and dropped over the side laugh- 
 ing heartily ; the boat then pulled avt^ay to 
 the frigate, which, after hoisting her to her 
 place, filled upon her canvas, and, to my great 
 surprise, slowly rounded and headed away in 
 the exactly opposite direction we had been 
 pursuing. 
 
 "Is she leaving us?" I cried, after the lieu- 
 tenant had given instructions for trimming 
 the canvas of the Mohock. 
 
 " Yes," said he, stepping up to me ; " we 
 have now to find our way alone to Kingston, 
 Jamaica."
 
 LIEUTENANT JERVIS, R.N. 231 
 
 "Where is she going?" 
 
 "To pick up the passengers left on the 
 Great Salvage Island." 
 
 I started and may have turned pale, and 
 exclaimed, "Who has told them of those 
 people ? " 
 
 " You see," says he, observing me very 
 gravely, " that you kept on board for the 
 convenience of cooking your food one of 
 the original crew of this ship." 
 
 " The cook ! " I exclaimed. 
 
 " The cook," he answered. " He was trans- 
 ferred along with the gang who seized this 
 ship, and he has told, or professes to have 
 told, all he knows to the captain of the 
 frigate." 
 
 "What has he told?" 
 
 " No more than you know, certainly," said 
 he, laughing, " and perhaps a good deal less 
 than you know. But you need not fear 
 being questioned by me in future. The 
 Mohock is an Atlantic liner bound to New 
 York. She was seized ; the original crew, 
 saving the master and the cook, were turned 
 out of her, and the passengers landed on the 
 rock yonder frigate's bound for." 
 
 " What else did the cook say ? " 
 
 " He was detained against his will to dress 
 the victuals for the scoundrels, and your step- 
 father was kept to navigate this ship to one
 
 232 THE GOOD SHIP '^MOHOCK" 
 
 of the Bahama Cays, where the rogues pro- 
 posed to discharge her of ^98,000 in gold." 
 
 " It is true, every word," said I, 
 
 "What made your stepfather act as if he 
 were one of the pirates ? " 
 
 I patted the deck with my foot, thinking a 
 moment, and answered, "His mind has been 
 unhinged by his troubles. He was afraid if 
 he fell into your hands he would be impli- 
 cated and charged with the seizure. He has 
 repeatedly asked me what he should do if 
 found in charge of this ship with a gang of 
 villains for a crew. Who would believe he 
 had been forced ? " 
 
 " He should have shown me his papers." 
 
 " For all I know, the men may have obliged 
 him to destroy them." 
 
 " Not likely," he exclaimed with a little 
 impatience. " But even so, would not he, as 
 an honest man, be glad of the security a ship- 
 of-war provided him with, and be thankful 
 to heaven for an opportunity to recover his 
 vessel and her valuable cargo out of the hands 
 of a mob of Newgate humorists ? " 
 
 " Pie may be glad and thankful, as you say." 
 
 He looked at me with amusement, not un- 
 mixed with admiration : then letting his eyes 
 go to the frigate, he exclaimed, " Is not she a 
 beauty ? How her bosoms swell and breathe 
 — it's life itself. Those steHi windows might
 
 LIEUTENANT JERVIS, R.N. 233 
 
 be solid diamonds : how gloriously they flash. 
 Sweet old girl ! when shall I see you again ? '" 
 He kissed his hand to her. 
 
 Her canvas floated soft as vapour in a 
 lagoon of the windy blue ; the wide sky was 
 loaded with huge swollen shapes of cloud, 
 which seemed to sleep despite the wind ; the 
 body of the frigate showed black and sharp 
 as she rose with the swell, and every now and 
 again a flash of wet rusty light broke from 
 the foam that washed her copper ; and you 
 seemed to listen for the sound of a gun. 
 
 " What is her name ? " said I. 
 
 " The Troja7i" he replied, delivering the 
 word with laughing emphasis, as though he 
 would make much of it. 
 
 " And what is your name ? " 
 
 "Lieutenant Frank Jervis, Miss Hayes." 
 
 "Lord St. Vincent lives near Canterbury, 
 I believe," said I. 
 
 "Trust every Jervis under that shining 
 sun to claim relationship with Lord St. Vin- 
 cent," he answered. 
 
 Something obliged him to leave me. I 
 would not seem in a hurry, and watched a 
 wet squall smoking some little distance to 
 the right of the frigate ; a spark or two of 
 lightning spat from it, and I thought I heard 
 thunder. I then entered the saloon and 
 knocked on the door of the Captain's berth.
 
 234 THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 " Who's that ? " he cried. 
 
 "It's I, Laura Hayes," and without waiting 
 I passed in, and found him standing in his 
 shirt at the cabin window ; he looked as 
 though just awakened from a deep reverie, 
 and the start of the first alarm was in the 
 eyes he turned upon me. 
 
 "What have you come to say?" says he, 
 whipping round and thrusting his hands in/ 
 his trousers' pockets. "I don't want to be 
 advised, nor reproached, nor even addressed, 
 for the matter of that." 
 
 " I have been talking with the lieute- 
 nant," said I. ** Do you know the frigate 
 has left us ? " 
 
 " Has she ? " he replied, with a cold dark 
 face of sullen indifference. 
 
 "The cook, who was one of the original 
 crew, has given the whole story, so far as he 
 knows it, to the Commander, and they have 
 started to take the passengers off the Great 
 Salvage. The cook knows no more of your 
 share in this business than any of the first 
 crew," continued I, softening my voice. " He 
 has told them you were forced by the rogues 
 who seized the Mohock to navigate her. 
 This is believed, and you are therefore an 
 innocent man in the lieutenant's eyes." 
 
 *' You'll take care with your talk that I 
 shall not long remain innocent," said he.
 
 LIEUTENANT ^ERVIS, R.N. 235 
 
 I answered coldly, "It is to my interest 
 to make you appear so, at all events. You 
 are my stepfather." 
 
 " And that is all." 
 
 I kept silent a bit, whilst he stood watch- 
 ing me as though summing me up. I then 
 said, " You are an innocent man whilst you 
 are on board the ship. There is no living 
 creature in her, saving myself, that can 
 whisper a word against you. You will go 
 ashore on the vessel's arrival as an innocent 
 man, and then you do as you please." 
 
 " Take your advice to the devil, for God's 
 sake!" he roared, " He may want it ; I don't. 
 
 What ! A chit to come to me here " 
 
 Some conceit broke in, and he laughed loud 
 and harshly. "When your advice can help 
 me, I'll ask you for it." 
 
 I thought him sickeningly discoui'teous as 
 I stepped out of his berth. Perhaps his be- 
 haviour was due to my speech and manner 
 when he came into the saloon after the frigate 
 had brought the Mohock to after wounding 
 her. 
 
 I killed some time in brushing my hair and 
 changing my dress. It was then nearly dark, 
 with a very pretty spirited play of delicate 
 violet lightning over the sea far off through 
 the port-hole. The wind was failing. Every 
 sound had a lazy creaking note, and the ship,
 
 236 THE GOOD SHIP '' MOHOCK" 
 
 bereft of her spirit of life, rolled wearily and 
 sleepily upon the long swell. I looked into 
 the saloon, and found the cabin skylight still 
 gilt with the light flowing over the bows out 
 of the west, and was surprised to find the 
 cloth laid, and well laid. The cabin lamps 
 glowed. Covers were laid for three at the 
 head of the table ; glass and silver sparkled ; 
 and whilst I looked I saw a man-of-warsman, 
 with his hair carefully smeared over his brow, 
 come out of the pantry with a cruet-stand 
 and survey the table with the anxiety of a 
 head-waiter. 
 
 Whilst I looked, the lieutenant appeared 
 in the hatch. "Well, Jack," says he, "how 
 are you getting on ? " 
 
 "That's as good a job as I can make of 
 it, sir. 
 
 " There should be plenty. The ship's not 
 long out. The coops are fairly full, and I 
 understand she carried a number of 'tween- 
 deck passengers. Bear a hand with the grub ! 
 I didn't know how hungry I was till I looked 
 at this table." 
 
 Then he saw me. " Fray, Miss Hayes, 
 where's your father? " 
 
 " In his cabin," 
 
 *' Before we dine," said he, " I should like 
 to have a few words with Captain Sinclair." 
 
 T knocked on my stepfather's door, not
 
 LIEUTENANT JERVIS, R.N. 237 
 
 insensible, as I passed the lieutenant in the 
 glowing light of the lamps, that his eyes 
 wandered over my figure. My stepfather 
 looked out, clad as for the deck, saving that 
 he was uncovered. 
 
 ** Lieutenant Jervis wants to speak to you," 
 said I. 
 
 " Captain," said the young lieutenant in a 
 frank, gay manner, as though full of good 
 spirits, and happy in his change of ship and 
 experience, " what cabin can I take without 
 inconveniencing anybody aft ? " 
 
 "You are in command here ; you have but 
 to choose," answered the Captain. 
 
 " Well, I'll not deprive you of your cabin, 
 anyhow," said the lieutenant. " All I require 
 is the loan of your sextant and the use of 
 your chronometer and charts." 
 
 " When the first mate was turned out of 
 the ship," said Captain Sinclair, "he left 
 behind him all the sea-furniture you'll need, 
 saving the chronometer and charts." 
 
 "This was his cabin," said I, walking to 
 it, heartily vexed by my stepfather's rude 
 manner. 
 
 "I see," said the Captain, as the lieutenant 
 followed me, "that three places have been 
 laid at that table. For whom, sir?" 
 
 " For you, and for your stepdaughter and 
 myself" answered the officer.
 
 238 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 " No need to trouble yourself so far as I 
 am concerned," answered the Captain, with 
 his grimmest look, and in his iciest, most re- 
 pellent manner. '* I am no longer concerned 
 in this ship. Since you are good enough to 
 grant me the use of my cabin, I'll live in it 
 with your leave till we reach port. Nor will 
 I require your men to wait upon me. The 
 food I need I can myself procure." 
 
 " It seems a pity " began the lieutenant, 
 
 looking at him compassionately. 
 
 " Ay, a pity indeed ! " burst out my step- 
 father. ^^ That was the chief officer's cabin." 
 
 He indicated it with his clenched fist, and 
 without another word closed the door upon 
 himself. 
 
 The lieutenant made no remark, and I was 
 glad to hold my peace. He entered Mr. 
 Gordon's cabin and stayed some time looking 
 round. When he came out, he said all he 
 should find necessary was there saving the 
 chronometers. Perhaps the Captain would 
 lend him one. We then sat down to dinner. 
 I call this meal dinner, for it came nearer to 
 that sort of repast than to the suppers we 
 used to get before the ship was seized. A 
 man-of-warsman had cooked, and done his 
 work finely. He sent us a very good dish of 
 broth, roast fowl, and boiled bacon. He had 
 boiled some vegetables too, so that what with
 
 LIEUTENANT ^ERVIS, R.N. 239 
 
 these things, and the cold meats, and the 
 pleasant little surprise of a damson-pie, with 
 a very good dry dessert routed out by the 
 blue-jacket who acted as steward, I never 
 enjoyed a meal more in all my life. 
 
 And then there was the company of the 
 young officer ! Jack, after waiting ably and 
 briskly, left us. He had put a decanter of 
 sherry upon the table, and the lieutenant 
 rose to open a pint bottle of champagne 
 for me. I said "No" very earnestly, having 
 already taken as much as I was used to, and 
 we sat over the dessert, under the skylight, 
 talking, sometimes watching the stars in the 
 skylight vanish in a vast blue smoke of sheet- 
 lightning. 
 
 I will not pretend I regretted my step-' 
 father's absence. In real truth I was very 
 glad he kept away. Whilst the lieutenant 
 talked to me, perhaps it would come as a 
 little damp to my spirits to think of the 
 Captain alone in his cabin, a broken-hearted 
 man, bound to a port where they would make 
 a convict of him if he did not take my advice 
 and vanish on his arrival. Yet I knew how 
 it would have been had he dined with us. I 
 had never sat in company with a more delight- 
 ful young fellow than Lieutenant Jervis. He 
 was a born gentleman, with all the easy grace 
 of the sea in his bearing. He had a merry
 
 240 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 laugh, wonderful white teeth, and played his 
 dark eyes so finely that half his meaning lay 
 in their turns and leers. Beyond inquiring 
 about the passengers, the character of the 
 mates, and the like, he asked no questions 
 about the voyage. Many would have thought 
 his talk frivolous ; he told me of hunt-balls at 
 home, routs and high jinks and fine dinner- 
 parties in the West Indies, and it was as 
 agreeable as waltzing to listen to him. 
 
 Indeed I was already sick of ships and the 
 scenery and treachery of the sea and the con- 
 duct of sailors, and it did me good to hear 
 this young man talk of dancing, of the amuse- 
 ments they contrived for themselves in the 
 frigate, and such things. He looked at the 
 clock after we had been over an hour at table, 
 and exclaimed : 
 
 "Will your stepfather let you come for a 
 turn with me on deck. Miss Hayes?" 
 
 " I'll risk his objecting to anything so 
 harmless," said I, rising, and went for my 
 hat. 
 
 The sea looked as calm as grease, black, 
 and of a smoky appearance. A pale light 
 was shining at one of the yard-arms, and the 
 reflection of it worked like a luminous cork- 
 screw in the water. I asked the lieutenant 
 what it was ? 
 
 "A corposant," said he. "Fires kindled
 
 LIEUTENANT JERVIS, R.N. 241 
 
 by the hand of spirits. I was aloft once and 
 heard a rush of invisible pinions ; a light 
 came close — such a light as yonder, and 
 behind was the drowned face of a sailor, very 
 pale and faint." 
 
 " A sailor in wings ! " said I. 
 
 " Of course it was the fluttering of his 
 trousers," he answered. 
 
 He now went to the wheel and looked at 
 the card, sniffed around the sea, gazing very 
 earnestly, then left me to speak to a gigantic 
 seaman who walked in the gangway keeping 
 a look-out. Their talk rumbled. They evi- 
 dently debated the weather and the sail to be 
 kept on the ship. It was a strange night, 
 and mountainous with great blocks of black- 
 ness. Between, the stars shone purely, but 
 there was much lightning, and about a mile 
 off a squall of wet without a feather stir of 
 air in it was shrieking in lumps of ice and 
 huge raindrops into the ocean ; the fall was 
 up and down, and the noise was like a score 
 of locomotives blowing off steam. 
 
 The lieutenant asked permission to light 
 a cigar, and we paced the deck together. 1 
 never could have pictured so strange a night. 
 Ships of dim vapour hung in the smoky 
 obscurity, till you looked at them straight, 
 and then they disappeared. Lights gleamed 
 oiit upon the sea, as though flickering lanterns 
 
 Q
 
 242 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 were upheld by the feeble hands of starving 
 men in open boats. In the oily blackness 
 alongside, every time the invisible heave 
 made the ship stoop, a marvellous tapestry 
 of the cold sea-glow was kindled. Lieu- 
 tenant Jervis and I leaned over the rail 
 watching this show for a while. We saw in 
 outlines of waning and gathering brightness 
 what seemed like the turrets of castles, heads 
 of sea-horses, trees, and fish, and many sights 
 which were not like the things they reminded 
 us of. 
 
 In going alone to the skylight to look at 
 the time, I spied the figure of my stepfather 
 passing through the saloon ; he was in his 
 shirt-sleeves, was ashy pale, and carried a 
 dish of food. I wondered why he should act 
 so irrationally. He would have found the 
 lieutenant very good company, been treated 
 as a gentleman, and led a very comfortable 
 life till we reached port, where he could have 
 sneaked away as things stood. 
 
 I roamed about the deck with the lieu- 
 tenant, greatly enjoying his conversation and 
 society. He told me that his father, a very 
 aged man who lived at Bath, was Kear- 
 Admiral Sir Thomas Collingwood Jervis. 
 Young as he was, he appeared to have seen 
 some active service, particularly amongst 
 slavers, had received three musket-balls in
 
 LIEUTENANT ^ERVIS, R.N. 243 
 
 his legs, lost the tip of his left little finger, 
 and whilst telling me the story took me to 
 the binnacle lamp to show me a scar at the 
 back of his neck. 
 
 "A six-pound ball did that," said he. 
 " Had the aim of the gun been truer by the 
 diameter of its muzzle only, this head would 
 never have had the honour of inclining itself 
 to you." 
 
 I wondered if he was married, but did not 
 know how to get at that truth. Sailors will 
 not own they have wives ashore when they 
 are flirting with girls at sea. 
 
 I went below, after spending a very pleasant 
 evening, partook of some wine and biscuits, 
 and, with a half glance at my stepfather's 
 berth, arresting my walk for an instant to the 
 thought, " Shall I knock and bid him good- 
 night?" I withdrew to my berth. It had 
 been surprisingly quiet on deck. The clouds 
 appeared to have broken and sunk in masses 
 of elusive dyes to the water's edge, where 
 they floated like giant toad-stools and huge 
 bushes, with a sort of deceptive wreathing of 
 lines of thickness round about the horizon, 
 till the ship seemed encompassed in the heart 
 of what I cannot but compare to an enormous 
 vaporous corkscrew, between the spirals of 
 which shone the stars in two or three dif- 
 ferent colours, whilst dry pale gleams, such
 
 244 THE GOOD SHIP '^MOHOCK'' 
 
 as are said to haunt churchyards, hung low 
 down, and elsewhere the black surface sheeted 
 fitfully in dim flashes. 
 
 But there was a number of stout hearts in 
 the forecastle, and a smart young ofiicer aft ; 
 then again my stepfather was aboard to 
 counsel and help ; so, spite of the ugly look 
 out of doors, I got into my bunk and slept 
 sweetly, and throughout the night dreamt 
 most deliciously. In fact, it was from one of 
 the choicest of those dreams, fragrant with 
 the smell of the bridal nosegay, that I was 
 aroused by a rapping on the door. 
 
 " Sorry to disturb you, Miss Hayes," said 
 the voice of the young lieutenant, when I had 
 answered, "Is Captain Sinclair here?" 
 
 " No." 
 
 " Has he visited you in the night?" 
 
 " No." 
 
 " His cabin door is open, and — when you 
 are dressed will you come to me ? " 
 
 His voice was cautious and plaintive, and 
 my heart foreboded trouble. It was seven 
 o'clock, a roasting, shining morning, a flat sea, 
 and the heavens, as I made out, filled with 
 heavy masses of white cloud. So then the 
 thunderous frown of last night's weather 
 had proved but the bully's scowl, I dressed 
 quickly, and found the lieutenant walking np 
 and down the salooii.
 
 LIEUTENANT JERVIS, R.N. 245 
 
 " I hate to be a bearer of ill news," said he, 
 •' but I must tell you we cannot find your step- 
 father. We suspect " 
 
 "What?" said I, feeling myself pale and 
 viewing him anxiously. 
 
 " That he has made away with himself." 
 
 *' He had reason ! " I involuntarily cried. 
 " Why do you think that he has committed 
 suicide ? " 
 
 ** He is not in the ship, and must therefore 
 be overboard. He must have slunk overboard 
 in a deliberate, suicidal manner ; the splash of 
 him would have been heard had he fallen by 
 accident. We found his hat, waistcoat, and 
 other garments in the mizzen chains, as though 
 he had unclothed himself to secure the silent 
 dip of the unclothed skin." 
 
 *' Poor man ! Where have you looked ? " 
 
 '* In every likely place," he answered. " He 
 would have no motive in hiding himself." 
 
 " None." 
 
 I ran my eye along the cabins, and then 
 went to the one my stepfather had used, 
 followed by the lieutenant. Here they had 
 put the clothes they found in the mizzen 
 chains. They lay on the deck, nearly a suit. 
 I was infinitely more shocked and startled by 
 the sight of those clothes than by the news. 
 The lieutenant's tale had put a faint image 
 before me, but those clothes enabled me to
 
 246 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 think of a drowned man. I shuddered and 
 sighed, and chancing to look into a mirror, saw 
 myself very white. That mirror was screwed 
 over a sort of sea toilet-table, and the thing 
 catching my eye all on a second, I picked it 
 up : it was a letter addressed to me. I opened 
 it and read this : — 
 
 " Ship Mohock. 
 " Laura, — I am a ruined man, and which 
 ever way I look, I see nothing but beggary 
 and starvation. I have lived for many years 
 an honourable life, and now go to God to 
 answer for what I have done in my closing 
 days. My will is at home. All that I possess 
 my creditors must seize. But I do not expect 
 they will trouble you, until the time when 
 they think I should return from New York, 
 nor then if they get news of the piracy of the 
 Mohock. They will await my return. You 
 will find ^200 in gold in the small chest in 
 the left of my cabin. The key of the chest is 
 in the drawer of the table on which you find 
 this letter. Take the money, and with it 
 return home in safety, and with the balance 
 secure, I beg of you, such little possessions 
 and memorials at home as your mother would 
 wish you and your sister to have. Farewell, 
 Laura ! I did not know it would come to this, 
 or I should not have brought you with me. 
 
 " Amelius Sinclair."
 
 LIEUTENANT JERVIS, R.N. 247 
 
 My eyes were dim before I arrived at the 
 signature. I handed the letter to the lien- 
 tenant, who merely said : 
 
 " This puts the matter beyond all doubt. 
 Poor old chap ! I should have foreseen it. I 
 ought to have had him watched. His manner 
 was very strange yesterday." 
 
 He returned the letter to me, and taking 
 the key from the drawer, opened the chest, 
 saying, " We will make sure of this money 
 at once, Miss Hayes. There's no such friend 
 abroad as our young Queen's head in gold." 
 
 He opened the chest, and we saw a scanty 
 stock of wearing apparel, soiled linen, an odd 
 shoe or two. Up in a corner was a canvas 
 bag : a place had been made for it : it stood 
 so that the eye should not miss it. The lieu- 
 tenant took it up, and the instant he had it 
 in his hands I observed a look of temper that 
 was not wanting in archness and wonder. He 
 glanced at me, then looked at the bag. On 
 one side was written in good bold figures 
 " ^200." On the other side, "For Laura, with 
 the same love she bore me." 
 
 " There is no gold here, I fear," says the 
 lieutenant, pulling out a pocket-knife ; then 
 snipping the string that noosed the bag, he 
 poured on to the deck about a pint of dried 
 peas. 
 
 " He was mad, but mean too," said the
 
 248 THE GOOD SHIP '^ MOHOCK" 
 
 lieutenant, after singing a bit of a song, and 
 then tossing the bag into the chest and letting 
 the lid fall. " A jolly stepfather's joke ! But 
 stay ! " he cried. " How do you know this is 
 not a ruse, that the money is not somewhere ? 
 He writes kindly and sincerely. Shall I rum- 
 mage for you ? " 
 
 I bowed my head, being too exquisitely 
 mortified to speak, and going into the saloon, 
 sat down at the table, and waited whilst the 
 lieutenant hunted. 
 
 "Never a stiver," says he, coming out with 
 a cheerful laugh. " 'Tis strange too. Most 
 sea-captains of his sort carry loose cash to sea 
 with them." 
 
 He went on deck to look after the ship, 
 and I to my cabin to improve my toilet and 
 prepare for breakfast. I was never more 
 stung and humiliated in all my life. It 
 was not that I wanted the paltry two hun- 
 dred pounds, but it was doubly irritating 
 and offensive that Lieutenant Jervis should 
 see that my stepfather put the value of a 
 handful of peas on my love, and deemed me 
 fit to be insulted in his dying humour by a 
 piece of brutal cynicism beyond anything I 
 should have thought even he was capable 
 of. But it did me good. Nothing could be 
 more drastic to lay to such grief as I felt for 
 him. If I had a tear now, it was for myself.
 
 LIEUTENANT ^ERVIS, R.N. 249 
 
 I put on a white muslin body trimmed 
 with black. I found some black riband in 
 a box and trimmed my straw hat with it, 
 then went on deck to look at the morning. 
 It was roasting and silent : the sea was like 
 steel under the sun, and the ship seemed 
 to rest in a bed of liquid glass. A slight 
 swell put some life into her masts, and the 
 shadows of the great white clouds which 
 burnt sunwards with all sorts of golden and 
 silvern splendours floated in islands of violet 
 upon the sea and refreshed the eye. 
 
 Lieutenant Jervis coming to the rail pointed 
 to the mizzen channels, and told me that was 
 where they had found the clothes. I looked 
 down, shuddered, and withdrew my head. A 
 fit of horror shook me then. The ship had 
 scarcely stirred throughout the long night. 
 Some grease and mess that had been flung 
 overboard on the previous evening floated 
 close by. 
 
 I thought that the body of my stepfather 
 might rise and hang close in the brilliant 
 clear brine even whilst I looked down, and 
 it was that which dismissed me from the 
 rail with a sick heart. 
 
 The wreck of the mizzen-topgallant mast 
 had been cleared away, but the ship carried 
 a mutilated look aft. Whilst I stood con- 
 versing with Lieutenant Jervis about my
 
 250 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 stepfather, Jack, with his forehead of care- 
 fully smeared hair, reported breakfast. 
 
 "There's no stage like shipboard for as- 
 tounding performances," said the lieutenant, 
 as we seated ourselves ; " only think what a 
 theatre this craft has proved in a few weeks." 
 
 "What's to happen next?" said I. 
 
 " Oh, Kingston, Jamaica, where we shall 
 see you safely on board some homeward- 
 bounder. But before we part you must give 
 me leave to call upon you in England on my 
 return." 
 
 1 felt the hot blood spring to my cheek 
 whilst I bowed to him. 
 
 " Unless, indeed," said he thoughtfully, eye- 
 ing me, " they should detain you as a witness. 
 No ! 'Tis a case they'll try at home. I ex- 
 pect if the Trojan finds the people on the 
 Great Salvage she'll push straight on for 
 England, for then she'll have everything on 
 board for the machinery of the trial. In that 
 case you may arrive too late, and so be spared 
 an unpleasant experience." 
 
 " I presume the British Consul at Kingston 
 will assist me to get home ? " said I. 
 
 " I'll see to that," said he, smiling. 
 
 "Not that I want any charitable help," 
 said I, flushing. " I am independent of any- 
 thing my stepfather could have done for me. 
 He got and spent most of my poor mother's
 
 LIEUTENANT JERVIS, R.N. 251 
 
 money, but my father provided against my 
 sister's and my ruin by any successor. How 
 long shall we take to get to Jamaica ? " 
 
 " At this rate, till the dead rise to the blast 
 of doom. I hope you are in no hurry." 
 
 " Not I. The poor man brought me this 
 voyage to divert me, as he called it. A nice 
 time of diversion we have had down to the 
 hour of your coming on board of us ! " 
 
 *' Now he's dead, will you tell me," says 
 the lieutenant, letting his eyes dwell upon 
 mine with that importunacy of gaze which, 
 in such beauty as his, few girls can harden 
 their hearts to, " if Captain Sinclair had any 
 deeper hand in this business than the story 
 as I have it goes ? " 
 
 I reflected a moment, still meeting his gaze. 
 " He was the top and bottom of it," said I, 
 "and shocked as I now am to think of his 
 having destroyed himself, I am sure in the 
 course of a few days I shall be believing it 
 was the wisest thing he could have done." 
 
 "There is a long blank morning before 
 us," said the lieutenant ; " we will have an 
 awning spread and get chairs in the cool 
 of it, and you shall spin me the yarn. Will 
 you ? "
 
 CHAPTER XII 
 
 THE STORM 
 
 All this morning Lieutenant Jervis and 1 
 passed on the quarter-deck in the pleasant 
 violet gloom of the awning. The silence 
 out upon the sea was wonderful. The sea- 
 men went on with their work with the quiet 
 of men-of-warsmen ; all was hushed in the 
 ship save some languid beat of sail when the 
 vessel rolled to an impulse flowing with more 
 weight than the average of that tender sea- 
 cradling. 
 
 I talked freely of my stepfather, and told 
 all that I knew or suspected. He was dead, 
 and I was heedless. He had been but my 
 stepfather too. Nor was that all either. It 
 may have been the vanity of the fool or the 
 hope of the maid ; certainly it came into my 
 head to fancy the lieutenant might fall in 
 love with me before we reached Jamaica. 
 Suppose this ! My pride went before all 
 things ; by-and-bye the news of Captain Sin- 
 clair's share in the piracy must reach his 
 
 252
 
 THE STORM 253 
 
 ears. So I told him the whole story as dis- 
 passionately as if I related it of a stranger. 
 
 He was less surprised than interested. He 
 said that all along the sending away of the 
 mates and the keeping of the skipper had 
 convicted the Captain to his mind as the 
 conspirator in the ship. He laughed at my 
 account of Captain Sinclair falsifying the baro- 
 meter and dodging the weather, but looked 
 grave, as though some hard words were at 
 the back of his tongue, when I described the 
 marooning of the passengers on that naked 
 rock, the Great Salvage. 
 
 He could not conceive how the villains 
 meant to dispose of ninety-eight thousand 
 sovereigns. 
 
 " I don't suppose we shall fall in with 
 their schooner," said he, sending a rolling 
 look round the sea-line. *' How many of a 
 crew does she carry, I wonder? Is she 
 armed ? " And his eyes came to our own 
 blank merchant decks. 
 
 When I went below, on the lieutenant 
 leaving me to get an observation, I entered 
 Captain Sinclair's cabin and thoroughly 
 searched it. I found little or nothing of 
 consequence. In a drawer was a cheap silver 
 watch and a gilt chain, with a large sham 
 gold seal attached. He had worn them 
 during the voyage.
 
 254 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 I picked up the canvas bag the lieutenant 
 had flung down, and was convinced by the 
 look and feel of it that it had recently held 
 money. The words ^200 might have been 
 printed long ago ; whereas the reference to me 
 on the other side had certainly been written 
 or printed within the past day or two. I 
 sat down in his chair, locked my hands in 
 my lap, and fixing my eyes on the clothes 
 they had found in the mizzen- chains, mused 
 on the lost man. 
 
 I may have stayed half an hour in that 
 cabin, and then came out. I had loved my 
 mother, and nursed her when dying, and had 
 but one quarrel to fasten upon her memory, 
 and that was her weakness in having married 
 this man. Had she lived, what would she 
 have thought of him as criminal and suicide ? 
 
 All through this day it was so unbearably 
 hot that I could scarcely breathe in the 
 saloon. The sea showed oddly in the after- 
 noon ; a sort of white-coloured paths of water 
 writhed about it in dull greasy gleamings ; 
 the blue between looked muddy, as though 
 ooze had risen in sediment to the surface. 
 Heavy masses of vapour hung in the sky ; 
 but the atmosphere was so thick you would 
 scarcely have noticed them but for here and 
 there a dull line of tarnished copper, or a 
 dim brassy streak, sometimes bright enough
 
 THE STORM 255 
 
 to drop a light of its own wriggling worm- 
 like into the water beneath. At three o'clock 
 you could not see the ship's trucks ; and if 
 you watched the flying jib-boom, it went 
 round and round in the heat as though it was 
 a rope they were uncoiling. All this made 
 me think of a world of smoke with a firma- 
 ment that would reflect volcanic upheavals of 
 red flame when the sun was sunk. 
 
 They stripped the ship down to her three 
 topsails and some fore-and-aft canvas, and 
 there she lay motionless but for the soft 
 heave of the swell. The ocean was dread- 
 fully silent, and the stoop of the sky was as 
 though the heads of vast shapeless bulks of 
 beasts were crowding together up there, and 
 frowning down in enormous shadow to peer 
 at us. 
 
 At four o'clock it was nearly black. I 
 stood near the mizzen-mast, talking with the 
 lieutenant in whispers. The subduing gloom 
 of the storm w^as upon us ; we could not con- 
 verse with raised voices. The men glimmered 
 like ghosts ; they stood silently here and 
 there about the decks waiting for what was 
 to come. In a few moments some huge 
 drops of water, each as big as a saucer, and 
 seemingly hissing hot, fell in a loud plashing 
 upon the deck ; on which, supposing the 
 tempest was at hand, I hurried below.
 
 256 THE GOOD SHIP '^MOHOCK'' 
 
 I had been about five minutes in the saloon, 
 sitting near the sideboard with a fearful heart, 
 when the heavens were flashed up in a deep 
 and dazzling light over our mastheads. I 
 heard the explosion as of a cannon on deck, 
 and saw a ball of fire hurl past the mouth of 
 the hatch. A moment later, and in the midst 
 of a sickening smell of sulphur, I heard such 
 a dreadful roar of thunder, I might have be- 
 lieved God's skies of brass had then been 
 shivered to atoms. The ship was struck ! It 
 rained in a living sheet of water as though we 
 lay becalmed at the foot of some giant cata- 
 ract. I caught a splashing and shambling of 
 feet, cries, and in a minute, as well as I could 
 distinguish, I spied a crowd in the companion- 
 way coming slowly below. Another flash 
 lighted the interior with noontide brilliance, 
 and showed me four seamen bearing a body. 
 One of them bawled out, " Ain't there no light 
 down here ? " 
 
 I might have groped a month in the pantry 
 without finding matches, but I laid my hand 
 instantly upon a box in my stepfather's cabin, 
 and climbing upon the table, lighted one of 
 the lamps. 
 
 "What's ha})pened?" cried I, springing on 
 deck. "Who's this?" 
 
 " Lieutenant Jcrvis haS been struck down 
 by lightning. What's to he done?'
 
 THE STORM 257 
 
 It came into my head when I heard this 
 that the treatment for the lightning-struck 
 was much the same as for the apparently 
 drowned. How did I know this ? Doubtless 
 I had somewhere read it, and the thing had 
 got stuck as a piece of reading into a corner 
 of memory. 
 
 "Is he wet?" I asked. 
 
 " Drenched ! " cried one of the four men. 
 
 They had all come to a halt, still holding 
 the body and looking about them, and two 
 or three seamen hung in the companion-way 
 peering eagerly down. 
 
 " His wet clothes must be removed," said I. 
 "That's his cabin. Lay him in his bunk, 
 and find out if there's any one amongst you 
 who knows how to rub and knead so as to 
 bring life into the limbs." 
 
 I sought for and found some brandy whilst 
 they carried the lieutenant into his berth, 
 where they stripped, dried, and rolled him in 
 a blanket. All this while the heavens were 
 molten with streams of fire, the thunder bel- 
 lowed ceaselessly, and the rain roared with 
 the sound of a raging sea on the planks over- 
 head. 
 
 When I went into the lieutenant's berth 
 with brandy, one man was rubbing him with 
 what I instantly saw was a good skilful move- 
 ment of hand. I told another to sit at his
 
 258 THE GOOD SHIP ^'MOHOCK" 
 
 feet and rub. The poor fellow was insensible, 
 and breathed very slowly and low. One of the 
 men held up the lieutenant's coat, which had 
 been split from neck to tail : this man told 
 me that one shoe had been ripped fi'om the 
 officer's foot as though cut by a knife. They 
 also showed me his watch-chain, which had 
 been broken and fused into little lumps of 
 ore. 
 
 He lay for two hours in this state. I put 
 my fingers on his wrist, but found no pulse ; 
 yet his low, slow breathing told us he lived. 
 
 Three of the four men had long before this 
 left the cabin to look after the ship. The 
 man who knew how to chafe remained. 
 
 From time to time I continued to admini- 
 ster brandy with a small teaspoon. 
 
 " I believe," says the sailor in a hoarse 
 whisper like the murmur of a dreaming dog, 
 "that he'll pull round arter all. But what's 
 it going to leave him ? " 
 
 "Ehl" 
 
 " Oh, these here strokes often bereave the 
 skull of a man of its intellects. They take 
 the sight out of his eyes, and sometimes 
 don't leave him with spine enough to stand 
 upright on." 
 
 The lieutenant groaned. I liked to hear 
 that sound. Anything better than the ghastly 
 silence and the slow faint breathing whicli at
 
 THE STORM 259 
 
 any moment might cease. He groaned again, 
 and uttered something meaningless. I sprang 
 my ear to his mouth, and again he spoke, and 
 now I knew by his voice that something had 
 gone wrong with his organs of speech. It 
 was the noise of an idle, helpless, wagging 
 tongue ; and yet I guessed he was trying to 
 speak ; and beckoning for the lantern, I saw 
 in the swift passage of the sheen of it over his 
 face that he had his mind. 
 
 "All is well with the ship," said I. "The 
 storm is passing ; there is no wind. You 
 have been struck down by lightning, and here 
 you must rest silently and patiently till 1 
 nurse you into health." 
 
 I saw him smile by the lamp I had returned 
 to the seaman's hand. By-and-bye he began 
 to vomit most dreadfully. When this heart- 
 shaking attack was ended he rolled his face 
 to the ship's wall and fell asleep. From time 
 to time the shadows of seamen stole softly to 
 the door to look in. One of them was the 
 gigantic fellow who, as I supposed, had been 
 put to act as mate by the lieutenant. He 
 filled the doorway with his mighty presence, 
 and, in a whisper that trembled with power, 
 asked leave to speak with me. I went out. 
 The bracket lamp was now alight in the lieu- 
 tenant's cabin, but turned very low ; a lamp 
 shone in the saloon, but its bright light could
 
 26o THE GOOD SHIP '' MOHOCK" 
 
 not extinguish the hues of the lightning as 
 it plunged at the windows. Yet the storm 
 was gone. The thunder rolled at a distance 
 and musically, and I felt a soft refreshing air 
 blowing in through the open ports. 
 
 " Is there any fear of his dying, d'ye think, 
 miss ? " said the man. 
 
 " I hope not. He sleeps peacefully now. 
 Go in and look at him, but do not disturb 
 him." 
 
 The man trod on naked feet. He bent 
 over the figure, lingered listening, and re- 
 turned. 
 
 *' You see," said he, passing the sleeve of 
 his jacket over his brow, which ran with per- 
 spiration, " the lieutenant being down, there's 
 no navigator to take charge." 
 
 " What's to be done ? " said I, startled by 
 this new aspect, with a fancy leaping hot into 
 my head of the chance Captain Sinclair had 
 lost. 
 
 "I must talk to my mates," answered the 
 huge seaman. " Seems to me there'll be 
 nothing to do but to keep her taws'l aback 
 till something comes along to len's a hand. 
 The ship's course may be the course for 
 another twenty-four hours ; but arter ? " 
 
 "Lieutenant Jervis may be well enough to 
 take charge again to-morrow." 
 
 " That's to be piously trusted. Meanwhile
 
 THE STORM 261 
 
 I don't think we can do better than let her 
 lie quiet for to-night." 
 
 I secretly smiled at the idea of this huge 
 seaman consulting me on the navigation of 
 the ship, and what the men should do with 
 her. I told him to send me a light-handed 
 sailor to help to nurse the lieutenant ; but in 
 truth I should want such a one for errands 
 only. I cannot express how grateful I felt 
 on reflecting that the crew consisted of dis- 
 ciplined men-of-warsmen. Here now was 
 an unofficered ship with nearly the tenth of 
 a million of gold in her, wholly at the mercy 
 of her people. Suppose Owen and his gang 
 had remained, and that it was my stepfather 
 who had been struck down helpless ! 
 
 When in the name of my good angel were 
 my adventures in the Mohock to end ? I had 
 been kept up by the excitement of the storm 
 and by my having to attend to the lieutenant, 
 but when the evening came and I sat down 
 at the table trying to eat a little supper, my 
 heart fluttered key-cold within me. It was 
 not only the lieutenant lying there in his 
 bunk, moaning sometimes, breathing pretty 
 regularly it is true, and, as I hoped, sleeping, 
 though a dying man for all that, as it might 
 prove ; it was also the deep icy shadow cast 
 upon my spirits by the suicide of Captain 
 Sinclair. There was no noise of storm now.
 
 262 THE GOOD SHIP '^MOHOCK" 
 
 A slow sound of groaning and grinding occa- 
 sionally ran through the ship as she was 
 heeled by the heave of the deep : it was all 
 of a deathlike silence on deck, with the 
 stars shining brightly in the open frame of 
 the companion ; the seaman the big fellow 
 had sent to assist me in watching sat nodding 
 in the lieutenant's berth. So it was that the 
 saloon showed as lonely as a churchyard, with 
 nothing stirring but the pulse of the lamp- 
 light in the mirrors and a small rocking of 
 the swing trays ; in which time a fit of 
 horror came upon me when I thought of my 
 stepfather lying naked and drowned close 
 under our keel, for I could not conceive that 
 our ship had moved her own length since he 
 sank. I coined him with my mind's eye, and 
 wrought him out of memory, and he stalked 
 in a pitiful shadow from his berth in his shirt 
 sleeves with an ashen face ; he came for the 
 food I had seen him carry. It was a trick 
 of recollection, yet I could have shrieked. 
 The warmth, the light, the colour of the 
 early days of this voyage flooded the interior. 
 I saw the table cheerfully dressed, the people 
 at it eating, Monsignor's calm face. I heard 
 Mr. Jackson's laugh and the Colonel's ringing 
 nasal call across, and again I saw the appari- 
 tion of my stepfather at the head, stern, with 
 a lowering brow, directing a level shining
 
 THE STORM 263 
 
 stare at me till I sprang to my feet, and with 
 a wave of my hand, heat the hysteric pre- 
 sentment out of my vision. Then was I wise 
 to help myself to a tumbler of spirits and 
 water. My nerves were nearly gone. 
 
 I nursed the young officer all through the 
 night. A long and dreadful night it was, 
 roasting below. The little draught of air had 
 died out, and going on deck for a mouthful 
 of the sweetness of the dark, I found sea 
 and sky blent in one huge silent shadow 
 tipped with brilliants which the water re- 
 flected, so that we seemed to hang poised 
 in the centre of the immense profound. The 
 seamen were very uneasy. One or another 
 was constantly coming to the head of the 
 steps to learn how the young officer did ; the 
 man who helped me gave them the news, 
 and there was a great deal of hoarse whisper- 
 ing through those hot silent hours. The lieu- 
 tenant was a little delirious at times, broke 
 into fragments of song, and they were shock- 
 ing to hear; for I was certain now the 
 tongue had been paralysed in his mouth; 
 his utterance was a mere wobble ; it re- 
 minded me of the echoes raised by a poor 
 idiot boy that used to hoot after moonrise in 
 a grove near Canterbury. 
 
 But not to be tedious in the relation of 
 this nursing job : the morning broke, a cloud-
 
 264 THE GOOD SHIP '^ MOHOCK" 
 
 less day ; the water seemed to swing to the 
 ship in a very swoon of heat, so languid was 
 the wave of it. Lieutenant Jervis had been 
 sleeping throughout the night save when he 
 was delirious ; a few times he had turned his 
 head, as though seeking for me, and then I 
 would get up and look at him. 
 
 I was sitting, perhaps dozing, in his cabin 
 when the day broke. The seaman occupied 
 a locker outside, close to the bulkhead. Pre- 
 sently I opened my eyes to the blaze of the 
 light flowing off the sea through the port-hole 
 in tingling brand-new needles, and found the 
 young officer watching me. His expression 
 of face was perfectly sensible, his eyes, dark 
 and eloquent as ever, full of meaning. He 
 pointed to his mouth and shook his head. 
 
 " Yes," said I, with as cheerful a counte- 
 nance as I could command ; " but the power 
 of speech will return to you." 
 
 Evidently he had tried to speak whilst I 
 dozed, and had been shocked by the noises 
 he made ; he did not attempt to use his 
 tongue. He put out his hand and flourished 
 it to signify that he wished to write, and I 
 brought him pencil and paper. He tried to 
 sit up, but could not, on which I slanted a 
 book as a desk, and he wrote : 
 
 " I cannot speak, and my legs are useless. 
 I fear the lightning has paralysed them."
 
 THE STORM 265 
 
 " What can I do for you ? I will do any- 
 thing." 
 
 He wrote : '* I thank you with all my heart. 
 I must be patient and wait for something to 
 heave in sight to help us. I shall not be able 
 to navigate this ship. Will you send Turner 
 to me?" 
 
 I told the man outside to call Turner, and 
 in a few moments that man-of-warsman whom 
 I have described as gigantic arrived. He 
 stepped to the bunk-side knuckling his brow, 
 and his rough black face, set massive as a 
 carving in granite between his hedge-like 
 whiskers, looked noble with sympathy and 
 feeling:. Then the three of us made out to 
 discourse thus : the lieutenant writing, I read- 
 ing, and Turner answering. 
 
 "This stroke has made a sheer hulk of me, 
 1 urner. 
 
 " I pray not, sir, o' God's name. Youth's 
 a good handspike, and arter the doctors ha' 
 heaved awhile they'll pawl ye to your old 
 bearings." 
 
 "Was the ship injured?" 
 
 *' Not a rope-yarn of her. The pumps suck, 
 and all's ris^ht below. She lies under her 
 three taws'ls. It's a sheet calm, and nothen 
 in sight." 
 
 " K you get a breeze, this is your course." 
 The lieutenant wrote it, but what that course
 
 266 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 was I do not remember. " There's nothing 
 in the road, and by heading straight you 
 should be able to run Jamaica down." He 
 shook his head after writing this, and added 
 with his pencil, "We must have a navigator. 
 The value of the ship is great. We are six- 
 teen people." 
 
 " If ships ain't plentiful in this ocean, 
 where are they to be found ? " said Turner, 
 with a slow look through the port. 
 
 " Keep a bright look-out," wrote the lieu- 
 tenant, "and show your ensign union down 
 when anything comes. Burn a flare sooner 
 than lose a chance, and have rockets ready." 
 
 This was all the writing the poor young 
 fellow then seemed equal to. His hand fell 
 and he looked faint. I got him some brandy 
 and water, and damped his brow with toilet- 
 vinegar. I then went on deck to prepare 
 with my own hands a light meal for his 
 breakfast. I had some skill in the making 
 of small delicate dishes, and the long days 
 I had devoted to my mother had given me a 
 tolerable idea of the needs of the sick-room. 
 
 Before going, I spoke to Turner of the 
 fierce heat, and asked if there was no device 
 by which the lieutenant's cabin might be 
 cooled. 
 
 " We'll take a pair of windsails and couple 
 'em," said he, " and lead one leg right into
 
 THE STORM 267 
 
 the door here. Yet if there ain't no breeze 
 in heaven there can come no air on earth." 
 
 'Twas a wonderful, glorious, hopeless breast 
 of ocean to look at from the deck of our 
 becalmed ship. If you touched the rail, you 
 skinned your fingers. The horizon coiled 
 shivering through a dim blue vapour that 
 went sweating up from God knows what 
 parts of the vessel. The three topsails swung 
 softly, with a blinding glare of their own. 
 The light in them overran their edges, and I 
 noticed that every sail was framed with a 
 faint film or tremble of airy silver. 
 
 Nothing noteworthy happened all that day. 
 The lieutenant lay for the most part motion- 
 less, but intelligent and observant. I brought 
 plenty of paper from the Captain's cabin : it 
 eased the poor fellow's mind to converse with 
 Turner and one or two of the others in this 
 way. Sometimes I'd catch his eye follow- 
 ing me about, and when my glance went to 
 his, the light of a grateful smile shone in 
 his looks. I asked him if he suffered pain, 
 and he made a slight grimace. But he was 
 one of those who take their chastisements 
 like men. 
 
 I went to the ship's library for some books, 
 and amongst the volumes found one on medi- 
 cine : the word "lightning" was large in the 
 page, and I read the description, treatment,
 
 268 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 and so on to him ; and was glad to find that 
 though I had not done much, I had done 
 right. From time to time I read from a 
 vokime of extracts : he listened to brief tales 
 of highwaymen, shipwreck, horrid murders, 
 sagacity in dogs, and the like. There is no 
 better reading for the sick-room than old- 
 fashioned volumes of this sort, peppered 
 with poetry, and embellished with cuts, which 
 somehow fit the narratives as the wigs of the 
 age of the books did the heads of those who 
 wore them. 
 
 That which made him most grateful was 
 my damping of his brow and fanning him. 
 The heat was horrible, and no air stirred in 
 the motionless windsail. Whilst I leaned 
 over him playing the fan, I'd find his eyes 
 dwelling on mine with a look of tenderness 
 and anxiety : it was in one of these fanning 
 passages that I felt my heart go to him on 
 a sudden. Good God ! thought I, I am in 
 love with this man, who is maimed, and may 
 be dying ! Is this the husband my stepfather 
 carried me this voyage to find me? Then I 
 would hold his hand and feel his pulse and 
 look wistfully at his whitened face. He lay 
 in the gloom of a lower bunk, yet I saw him 
 very well. 
 
 The stagnant day blackened into a stag- 
 nant night, with a mighty fine show of shooting
 
 THE STORM 269 
 
 stars. I went on deck for half an hour of 
 freshness, and Turner the giant said to me 
 that we coukl not look for anything to come 
 along till it blew a little draught of air, and 
 saying this he went to the ship's quarter and 
 whistled low and insinuatingly into the dusk, 
 as if he would coax some phantasm into 
 shape and substance by his pipe. " Good 
 angels ! " I heard the fellow at the wheel say, 
 " there'll be no wind, Bill, whilst that there 
 blushen marchant covey has hold of our keel. 
 Durned if she ain't got a list with the grip of 
 his blue covetious fingers. He knows the 
 gold's in the hold, and he ain't a-going to let 
 it run away." 
 
 Bill slung a ponderous *' Hush ! " through 
 the darkness, and the helmsman catching sight 
 of me, fell a-wriggliug at the wheel against 
 the stars, as if the sailors had hooked him 
 with a grapnel, and were frisking before hoist- 
 ing him. 
 
 I was dozing about four o'clock in a chair 
 at the lieutenant's side, when I was awakened 
 by the heeling of the ship ; the foam seethed 
 with a delicious note of coldness under the 
 port, and the cabin was sweet as the fabled 
 Arabian gale with the steady panting of the 
 windsail. The lieutenant put his hand out, 
 not knowing I was awake. I stood up and 
 made more light with the lamp, and he wrote
 
 270 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 that I should send Turner to him. The sea- 
 man who was supposed to help me in nursing, 
 but who had so far snored like a militiaman 
 through his hours of duty, fetched the big 
 fellow, and the lieutenant wrote and was 
 answered thus : 
 
 " How is the wind ? " 
 
 " No'the by west, sir, a good strong air." 
 
 " You are sailing upon the course I gave 
 you?" 
 
 " Ay, sir." 
 
 " Keep her at it, and press her. Shove her 
 out of this greasy marsh as fast as she'll go." 
 
 Turner told him what sail the ship was 
 under, and gave such farther particulars as he 
 might suppose the officer would wish to know 
 without fatiguing himself to pencil questions : 
 the huge felloAV then returned on deck. 
 
 I took a peep myself, if only for the sake 
 of seeing the ship in motion, so deeply sick 
 had I become of the burning calm ; the cock- 
 roaches were beginning to crawl, though I had 
 not seen one in the ship farther north, and an 
 ugly ferocious squeal of rats broke out from 
 time to time, scoring athAvart my drowsy ears 
 as I sat by the side of the lieutenant, as though 
 it came from t'other side the saloon ; though 
 once the shriek was close and ghastly, and I 
 jumped up, at which the lieutenant laughed. 
 
 Well, T went on deck, as I have said, to
 
 THE STORM 271 
 
 take a look at the ship in motion, and a tender 
 delicious treat was that sight of velvet heavens, 
 sparkling stars, and a shapeless piece of moon 
 that dropped no light into the sea, and seemed 
 to be blowing darkling southward with the 
 wind. One felt the heels of the clipper in 
 the smooth shearing of her stem : it was like 
 skating. It was as though she ripped through 
 ice with her coppered forefoot. Her pale 
 bosoms leaned southwards : I saw no clouds 
 for the wind to come out of, but the dark 
 waters streamed joyously as glad and fawning 
 dogs to the bends and haunches of the flying 
 craft : the sea-flashes filled the eye with light 
 and life, and patiently in several parts of the 
 ship stumped the watch of the men-of-wars- 
 men, pausing often to stare ahead and around 
 to windward, whilst again and again, even in 
 the time that I lingered, the giant Turner 
 swept the windy dusk of the seaboard with 
 my stepfather's night-glass. 
 
 On returning below, I was arrested at. the 
 foot of the companion steps by a strange, in- 
 sufferable bad smell. It seemed to me to 
 proceed from Captain Sinclair's cabin, yet I 
 smelt nothing but fresh air on entering. When 
 I stepped out, the odour sickened me again, 
 and my thoughts being of my patient, I 
 beckoned to the assistant seaman. 
 
 " What is this bad smell ? " said I.
 
 272 THE GOOD SHIP ^'MOHOCK" 
 
 He sleepily snuffled and snivelled, and then 
 said, " It seemed all right, he couldn't smell 
 no smell." 
 
 " Try here," said I, motioning to him. 
 
 He came, spat instantly, and cried, " Rats, 
 rats ! They'll breed a plague. They must be 
 cleared out at daybreak. I'll speak to Bill 
 about it, miss." 
 
 I went to the fore part of the saloon, where 
 the atmosphere was sweet. Lieutenant Jervis, 
 cooled by the wind, was in a deep sleep ; I 
 sat down beside him, and presently slumbered 
 too. 
 
 I was awakened by the lieutenant touching 
 me. Instantly on opening my eyes and getting 
 my senses, I caught a growling of men's 
 voices in the saloon. It was bright daylight, 
 with wind, and the ship sprang through the 
 seas which seemed to be rolling to her bow. 
 I understood that the lieutenant desired to 
 know what was happening in the saloon, and 
 stepped out. 
 
 Just behind or abaft the shaft of the mizzen- 
 mast, snugly let into the deck, was a small 
 hatch-cover ; it conducted to a part of the 
 after hold, and throughout the voyage I don't 
 recollect ever having seen that little hatch 
 opened, though likely as not the stores for 
 cabin use were kept there. It lay open now, 
 and a couple of men stood looking with their
 
 THE STORM 273 
 
 hands to their faces ; but in the instant of 
 my advancing, the body of a dead man was 
 passed through the hatch and received by 
 the two. Three followed, springing on 
 deck, spitting and growling. It was bright 
 daylight, I say, and there was no need to 
 go close or ask questions : the body was 
 Captain Sinclair's ! The two rested him with 
 his face looking my way till the others 
 gained the deck, and it was then I saw 
 him. 
 
 I was thunderstruck — I was paralysed ! I 
 thought that the heart in me was broken and 
 its pulse stopped by the shock. Was his letter 
 then a lie, as the closing scene of his life had 
 been ? He had not committed suicide by 
 drowning, though he meant us to suppose 
 that, by leaving his clothes in the mizzen- 
 chains. 
 
 "Don't come this way, miss," bawled out 
 one of the sailors. 
 
 The body was clothed in trousers, boots, 
 and shirt. No marks or wounds were to be 
 seen in the throat or head. I stood stockstill, 
 sick and white. Quickly, and with few or no 
 demonstrations of disgust in my presence, the 
 seamen handed the body through the com- 
 panion way, and when it was gone I returned 
 to the lieutenant's cabin, and sat down, trem- 
 bling violently. 
 
 S
 
 274 THE GOOD SHIP '^MOHOCK'' 
 
 He could not write unless I held a book to 
 him, but my hands shook so 1 could not help 
 him, and after cooling my face with toilet- 
 vinegar, I said — 
 
 " They have found the body of Captain 
 Sinclair." 
 
 He arched his eyebrows into an expression 
 of "Where?" 
 
 " Under the little hatch just past the mizzen- 
 mast. Oh, heavenly God ! I must not tell you 
 what drew their attention to it. I should 
 have spoken to the men this morning, little 
 dreaming — little dreaming — what made him 
 hide himself there ! He shammed to be dead 
 to hide — but for what purpose ? " 
 
 He motioned with a face of astonishment 
 and pain, as though imploring me to help 
 him to write. This my nerves managed now 
 to contrive, and he wrote — 
 
 "How do they know he is dead?" 
 
 I dropped the book and put my hands to 
 my face, and swayed myself in the torment of 
 the horror that was upon me ; then hearing 
 footsteps, I looked out, and called to a sailor 
 who was standing near the open hatch to 
 send Turner to me. The huge seaman was 
 some little time in coming. 
 
 "What is this dreadful discovery?" said I, 
 when he showed himself in the doorway. 
 
 " Why, miss, I've just been hearing all
 
 THE STORM 275 
 
 about it," he answered, first addressing me, 
 then looking at his officer. "There was a 
 something," he was beginning to stammer, 
 " that as it might be took the attention of 
 the seaman as helps the lady to nurse you, 
 sir. 'Twas aft, all about the lazarette 
 hatchway. Some of the men thought it 
 rats." 
 
 He shifted lumpishly on his feet, staring 
 with embarrassment, rolled a mass of tobacco 
 quid out of one cheek into the other, and 
 proceeded — 
 
 " 'Twas proper for sweetness, and your 
 health, sir, and this lady's, that the thing 
 should be seen to. They lifted the hatch, but 
 needed no lantern to tell 'em there was mor- 
 tality decaying somewheres. He lay jammed 
 between two chests. They put the light 
 
 to his face, and saw — and saw " Here 
 
 the giant looked at me with drooping eyes. 
 *' In fact, sir, 'twas the master of this ship, 
 Captain Sinclair himself, the man we thought 
 drownded." 
 
 The lieutenant pointed to the last question 
 he had written in pencil. 
 
 " The officer wishes to know if he is dead ?" 
 said I faintly. 
 
 " Oh, God, yes, your honour ! " cried the 
 man so vehemently, that his voice smote the 
 ear like a bugle-blast. "They're stitching
 
 276 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK" 
 
 him up. He's a sight not to be seen by this 
 lady, sir." 
 
 I gave way now, and sitting down, cried 
 passionately, but more with the horror than 
 the pity and grief of the thing. I had heard 
 the squeaking of the rats — I could guess 
 what the heat in that hold was — I knew 
 what the man meant when he said it was 
 no sight for me to see. 
 
 The lieutenant wrote something which he 
 delivered to Turner, who, knuckling his fore- 
 head, went on deck. When we were alone 
 he wrote again — 
 
 "He was mad, poor man. I have ordered 
 Turner to bury him. There can be no ser- 
 vice. The men are ignorant." 
 
 I bowed my head. 
 
 Much could I have found to say had Lieu- 
 tenant Jervis been able to answer me. But 
 since he was dumb I held my peace. Thought 
 held me motionless for long intervals at a 
 time. I could not believe my stepfather had 
 been mad. His placing the clothes in the 
 chains, and his secret, subtle sneaking into 
 the hold, proved him sane. Some reason 
 that he might himself have explained as ex- 
 quisitely rational had governed him. But 
 whatever his motive might have been, the 
 secret was now his own for ever.
 
 THE STORM 277 
 
 When the old lady came to this part of her 
 story, she stopped and refused to proceed. 
 Her dim eyes hardened with temper behind 
 her spectacles ; she folded her arms, and toss- 
 ing her head, declared in her deep voice that 
 all she had related was a lie ; there never had 
 been such a ship as the Mohock; Captain 
 Amelius Sinclair was an honourable man, and 
 if the tale was told, his name must not be 
 given on any account. Then relaxing, she 
 admitted that the story was true, and that 
 Captain Sinclair was the arch-conspirator in 
 it, but she had said enough. He had been 
 her stepfather. She regretted that she had 
 been so candid, and declined, with a surly 
 look, to deliver another word. 
 
 She is dead, and of the dead nil nisi; it 
 must be affirmed, nevertheless, that a more 
 objectionable old woman never tied a bonnet 
 round her head. Throughout, as she recited 
 her tale, you saw her memory was charged 
 with venom. She abhorred her stepfather, 
 she spoke coldly of her sister. Selfishness 
 sank as deep in her nature as her soul could 
 berth it. She lived alone in her old age ; 
 quarrelled with and turned a servant away 
 five days before she died, and was found dead 
 upon the floor a week after she expired, pro- 
 bably as loathsome an object — for she lived 
 in the country, and her cottage was not
 
 278 THE GOOD SHIP ''MOHOCK'' 
 
 wanting in rats! — as that unhappy step- 
 father whose body was found in the after- 
 hold. 
 
 Yet, substantially, she had related all when 
 she refused to go on ; the rest was easily got 
 from the contemporary journals. 
 
 The ship Mohock, it seems, was fallen in 
 with one week after she had parted company 
 with the Trojan. She lay with her mainsai] 
 aback. The vessel that met with her was a 
 West India passenger ship, bound as the 
 Mohock was to Kingston, Jamaica. A mate 
 was put aboard, and the two vessels pro- 
 ceeded, safely arriving in the course of a few 
 days at their destination. Miss Hayes was 
 sent home by the English Consul. She went 
 to Canterbury, and lived in retirement with 
 her sister. It does not seem that she was 
 called upon to give evidence at the trial of 
 the twelve men who were brought home in 
 the Trojan. They were tried at the Central 
 Criminal Court for piracy on the high seas, 
 and their references to Captain Amelius Sin- 
 clair seemed to make the charges against him 
 uncertain. They swore that they were water- 
 men belonging to the South-Eastern coast 
 between the Forelands. Captain Sinclair, they 
 said, had himself visited Deal and arranged 
 with Owen and others for the hire of a 
 schooner for the purpose of seizing the
 
 THE STORM 279 
 
 Mohock by launching a boat of apparently 
 shipwrecked men. But they could produce 
 no proof. The thing was generally dis- 
 credited. Many letters were written by ship- 
 masters and mates to the public journals 
 pointing out the absurdity of such a project 
 on the part of a captain. 
 
 The passengers were taken off the Salvage 
 Island by the frigate, and those who stayed in 
 England, and gave evidence, were unanimously 
 of opinion that the captaiii had had no hand 
 in the conspiracy. The truth, however, is as 
 it is here related, and the reader may rely 
 upon the accuracy of this version of one of 
 the most extraordinary sea incidents of our 
 own or any other time. The whole of the 
 gang were transported beyond seas ; Owen 
 and three others for life, the others for 
 various terms. 
 
 It is known that Lieutenant Jervis re- 
 covered after languishing for many months, 
 and returned to England, and one of the first 
 persons he called upon was the young lady 
 who had nursed him. He made such good 
 use of his leave that they were married before 
 he went afloat again, and Mrs. Jervis then 
 went to reside with her father-in-law, the 
 Admiral, at Bath. But the young fellow 
 never recovered the shock his system had 
 been dealt ; his health broke down after he
 
 28o THE GOOD SHIP "MOHOCK" 
 
 had been at sea six months. He came home 
 and was nursed by his wife in Bath, where 
 he died in December 1848, and Mrs. Jervis 
 placed a tablet in the Abbey Church to his 
 memory. 
 
 THE END. 
 
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 ByH. C. DAVIDSON.-Mr. Sadler's Daughters 
 
 By 2>OnOTHEA DEA3&IK. 
 The Poet and the iMe.rot. 
 Tiie Princess and the Kitchen-maid, 
 
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 A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder. 
 
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 Man rom Manchester. 
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 Deacon Brodie. 
 
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 Tyler Tatlock, Detective. 
 
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 RICHARD BOWLING. -Old Corcoran's Money. 
 CONAN DOYLE.— The Firm of Girdlestone. 
 
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 A Daughter of To-dTy I Vernon's Aunt. 
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 Archie Lovell. | A Flast-er Saint. 
 
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 Cursed by a Fonune. 
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 Commodore Junk. 
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 Witness to the Deed. 
 The Tiger Lily. 
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 Black Blood. 
 Double Cunning. 
 The Bag of Diamonds. 
 
 A Fluttered Dovecote. 
 King of ihe Castle. 
 Master of the Ceremonies. 
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 One Maid's Mischief. 
 .Story of Antonj' Grace. 
 This Man's Wife. 
 In Jeopardy. 
 Woman ''A' orth Winning. 
 A Crimson dime. 
 
 Running Amok. 
 
 By PERCY FITZGERALD.-Fatal Zero. 
 
 By Hon. Mrs. Y/. FORBES.-Dumb. 
 
 By R. E. FRANCILLON. 
 
 OnebyOne. | ARealQueen, 1 A Dog and his Shadow. 
 
 Ropes of Sand. I Jack Doyle's Daughter 
 
 By HAROLD FREDERIC. 
 Seth's Brother's Wife. I The Lawton Girl. 
 
 By PAUL GAULOT.— The Red Shirts. 
 
 By DOROTHEA GHRARD. 
 
 A Queen of Curds and Cream , 
 
 By CHARLES GIBBON. 
 
 Robin Gray. j The Braes of Yarrow. 
 
 Of High Degree, I Oueen cf the Meadow. 
 
 The Golden Shaft. i The Flower of the Forest 
 
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 The Lost Heiress. I The Golden Rock. 
 
 Fair Colonist. I Fos-iicker. | Tales from the Veld. 
 
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 The Fate of Herbert "Wavne. 
 
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 Tales of a Dving Race. 
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 By A. CLAVEKING GUNTER. 
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 Susy. I Sally Dows. 
 
 BeU-Ringer of Angel's. 
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 Crusade of 
 
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 Young Lochinvar. 
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 Professor's Experiment. 
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 Nora Creina. 
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 April's Lady, 
 Peter's Wife. 
 Lovice. 
 
 Marvel. 
 
 Unsatisfactory Lover. 
 In Durance Vile. 
 A Modern Circe. 
 Lady Patty. 
 A Mental Struggle. 
 Lady Verner's Flight. 
 The Rea-House Mystery. 
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 The Leaden Casket. I Self-Condemned. 
 
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 Paston Carew. 
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 The One Too Many. 
 Dulcie Everton. 
 Ti.e Rebel of the Family 
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 The World Well Lost. 
 
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 Bsr JUSTIN McCarthy. 
 
 A Fair Saxon. 
 Linley Rochford. 
 Dear Lady Disdain. 
 Tamiola. | Monouia. 
 Waterdale Neighbours. 
 My Enemy's Daughter. 
 Miss Misanthrope. 
 
 D Ulna Quixote. 
 
 M.'tid of Athens. 
 
 The Comet of a Season. 
 
 The Dictator. 
 
 Red Diamonils. 
 
 The Riddle Ring. 
 
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 Bob Martin s Little Girl, 
 Time's Revenges. 
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 Mount Despair. 
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 Tales in Prose and Verse. 
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 This Little World. 
 His Own Ghost, 
 Church of Humanity. 
 Despair's Last Journey 
 
 A Life's Atonement, 
 
 Joseph's Coat. 
 
 Coals of Fire. 
 
 Old Blazer's Hero. 
 
 Val Strange. | Hearts. 
 
 A Model Father. 
 
 By the Gate of the Sea. 
 
 A Bit of Human Nature, 
 
 First Person Singular. 
 
 Cynic Fortune. 
 
 The Way of the World, 
 
 V.C. 
 
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 Saint Ann's, I Billv Bellew. 
 
 Miss Wentworth's Idea. 
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 Love's Depths. | The Woman of Mystery, 
 
 The Money-maker. 
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 Whiteladies. I The Sorceress. 
 
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 JUSTIN H. McCARTHY,-A London Legend 
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 I leather and Snow. 
 
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 Held in Bondage. 
 Strathmore. | Chandos. 
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 Cecil Castlemaine's Gage, 
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 Folle-Farine. 
 A Dog of Flanders, 
 Pascarel. 1 Signa. 
 Princess Napraxine. 
 Two Wooden Shoes. 
 In a Winter City. 
 The Massarenes. 
 
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 Friendship. Idalia. 
 Moths. Rufiino, 
 
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 A Village Commune. 
 Bimbi. I Wanda. 
 
 Frescoes. I Othmar, 
 In Maremma. 
 Syrlin. I Guilderoy. 
 
 Santa Barbara. 
 Two Offenders. 
 The Waters of Edera. 
 A Rainy June. 
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 High Spirits. I Bv Proxy. 
 The Talk of the Town. 
 Holiday Tasks. 
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 The Burnt Million. 
 The Word and the Will. 
 Sunny Stories. 
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 Modern Dick Whittington 
 
 Lost Sir Massingberd. 
 The Clylfards of Clyffe. 
 The Family Scapegrace. 
 ACounty Family. [Painted. 
 Less Black than We're 
 A Confidential Agent. 
 A Grape Irom a Thorn. 
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 Mystery of Mirbridge. 
 
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 By Mrs. CAMPBELL PRAED. 
 
 Outlaw and Lawmaker. I Mrs. Tregdskiss. 
 
 Christina Chard. | Nulma. | Madame IzaiL 
 
 • As a Watch in the Night.' 
 
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 By RICHARD PRYCB. 
 
 Miss Maxwell's Affections. 
 
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 Weird Stories. I A Rich Man's Daughter
 
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 By CHARLES RE ADE 
 
 Peg WoflBngton ; and 
 Christie Johnstone. 
 
 Hard Cash. 
 
 Cloister and the Hearth. 
 
 Never Too Late to Mend. 
 
 The Course of True 
 Love ; and Singleheart 
 and Doubleface. 
 
 Autobiography of a 
 Thief; Jack of all 
 Trades ; A Hero and 
 a Martyr ; and The 
 Wandering Heir. 
 
 Griffith Gaunt. 
 
 l.ove Little, Love Long. 
 
 The Double Marriage. 
 
 Foul Play. 
 
 Put Yourself in His Place. 
 
 A Terrible Temptation. 
 
 A Simpleton. 
 
 A Woman-Hater. 
 
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 Characters. 
 
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 Man Who Lost His Past. | The Bayswater Mystery, 
 
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 Barbara Dering. i Meriel. 
 
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 The Hands of Justice. | Woman in the Dark. 
 
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 Book for the Hammock, 
 Mystery of ' Ocean Star. 
 Jenny Harlowe. 
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 My Shipmate Louise. 
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 Is He the Man 1 
 Good Ship ' Mohock. 
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 Heart of Oak. 
 The Tale of the Ten. 
 The Last Entry. 
 
 The Death Ship. 
 
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 Children of To-morrow. 
 
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 Dagonet Abroad. 
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 Rogues and Vagabonds. 
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 The Grey Monk. 
 The Master of Trenance. 
 The Web of Fate. 
 Secret of Wyvern Towers. 
 
 As it was Written. 
 Her Ladyship. 
 The .Strange Experiences 
 of Mr. Verschoyle. 
 
 The Doom of Siva. 
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 The Junior Dean. 
 Master of St. Benedict's. 
 To his Own Master. 
 Gallantay Bower. 
 In Face of the World. 
 Orchard Damerel. 
 
 The Tremlett Diamonds. 
 The Wooing of May. 
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 Fortune's Gate. 
 Bonnie Maggie Lauder. 
 Mary Unwin. 
 
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 The Young Master oi Hyson Hall. 
 
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 On a Mexican Mustang. 
 
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 By BERTHA THOMAS. 
 
 In a Crtthedral Ci'.y. 
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 Like Ships Upon Sea. 1 Anne Furness. 
 Mabel's Progress. 
 By ANTHONY TROLLOPS. 
 
 The Way we Live Now. I Marion Fav. 
 Frau Frohmann. Scarborough's Family. 
 
 The Land-Leaguers. 
 
 By MARK TWAIN 
 
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 Roughing It; and The 
 
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 Tom Sawyer Abroad. 
 Tom Sawyer, Detective. 
 
 Pudd'nhead Wilson. 
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 Stolen White Elephant. 
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 C. C. FRASER-TYTLER.— Mistress Judith. 
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 What She Came Through. | Mrs. Carmichael's God' 
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 Rachel Langton. 
 A Honeymoon's Eclipse. 
 A Young Dragon. 
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 Mrs. Dunbar's Secret. 
 
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 R. NEILSON STEPHENS.— Philip Winwood. 
 
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 Buried Diamonds. 
 
 The Blackball Ghosts. 
 
 The Macdonald Lass. 
 
 Witch- Wife. I Sapphira. 
 
 ALLEN UPW^ARD.- 
 
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 The Scorpion. I The Lover's Progress. 
 
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 Ralph Norbreck's Trust 
 
 Trust-money. 
 
 Sons of Belial. 
 
 Roy of Roy's Court. 
 
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 Strange Crimes. 
 
 Her Ladyship's Secret. 
 
 For Honour and Liie 
 
 A Woman Tempted Him. 
 
 Her Two Millions. 
 
 Two Pinches of Snuff. 
 
 Nigel Fortescue. 
 
 Birch Dene. | Ben Clough 
 
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 A Queer Race. 
 
 The Old Factory. 
 
 As Luck would have it. 
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 Phra the Phcenician. 
 
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 StraBge Stories. 
 
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 The Great Taboo, 
 
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 Duchess of Powsyland. 
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 Woman of Iron Bracelets. 
 
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 Transmii^ration. 
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 You Play .Me False. 
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 Frances. 
 
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 Queen of Hearts. 
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 Tlie Law and tha Lady. 
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 Man and Wife 
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 MATT CRIM.— The Adventures of a Fair Rebe. 
 
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 Pretty Miss Neville. 
 Diana Barrinyton. 
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 By JAMES DE MILLE.— A Strange Manuscript 
 By DICK DONOVAN. 
 
 Michael Danevitch. 
 In the Grip of the Law. 
 From Information Re- 
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 Tracked to Doom. 
 Link by Link. 
 Suspicion Aroused. 
 Riddles Read. 
 
 The Man-Hunter. 
 Tracked and "Taken. 
 Cauyht at Last! 
 Who Poisoned Hetty 
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 Man irom Manchester. 
 A Detective's Triumphs. 
 Mystery Jamaica Terrace. 
 
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 A Point of Honour. | Archie Lovell. 
 
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 Witness to the Deed. | The White Virgin, 
 
 By PERCY FITZGERALD, 
 
 Seventy - five Brooke 
 
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 The Lady of Brantome, 
 
 Bella Donna. | Fatal Zero. 
 Never Forgotten. | Polly, 
 Second Mrs. Tillotson. 
 
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 Strange Secrets. 
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 King or Knave T 
 Romances of the Law. 
 Ropes of Sand. 
 A Dog and his Shadow. 
 
 Olympia, 
 One by One. 
 A Real Queen. 
 Queen Cophetua, 
 
 By HAROLD FREDERIC. 
 
 SetU's Brother's Wife. | The Lawton Girl. 
 
 Prefaced by Sir BARTLB FREiKQ. 
 
 Pandurang Hari, 
 
 By CHARLES GIBBON 
 
 Robin Gray. 
 
 Fancy Free, 
 
 I-'or Lack of Gold, 
 
 What will the World Say ? 
 
 In Love and War. 
 
 For the King. 
 
 In Pastures Green. 
 
 Queen of ihe Meadow. 
 
 A Heart's Problem. 
 
 The Dead Heart. 
 
 In Honour Bound. 
 Flower of the Forest, 
 The Braes of Yarrow, 
 The Golden Shaft. 
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 A Hard Knot. 
 Heart's Delight. 
 Biood-Money. 
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 A Fair Colonist, 
 
 ANDREW HALLIDAY.-Every-day Papers. 
 By THOMAS HARDY. 
 
 Under the Greenwood Tree. 
 
 By JULIAN HAWTHORNE. 
 
 llllice Quentiii. | Garth, 
 I'^ortune's Fool. 
 ■Miss Cadogna. | Dust 
 Beatrix Randolph. 
 
 Love— or a Name 
 David Poindexter s Dis- 
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 The Spectre of the 
 
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 In Durance Vile. 
 Marvel. [ Peter's V/ife. 
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 April's L^dy. 
 
 Lady Verner's Flight. 
 The Red-House Mystery. 
 The Three Graces. 
 Unsatisfactory Lover. 
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 Colonial Facts and Fictions. 
 
 By R. ASHE KING. 
 A Drawn Game. [Green.' I Pa-^sion's Slave. 
 •The Wearing of the | Bell Barry. 
 
 By EBMOND LEPEULETIER. 
 
 Madame Sans-Gene. 
 
 By JOHN LEYS.— The Lindsays. 
 By E. LYNN LINTOK. 
 
 Patricia Kemball, 
 The World ^\'ell Lost. 
 Under which Lord! 
 Paston Carew. 
 •My Love ! ' | lone. 
 With a Silken Thread. 
 
 The Atonement of Learn 
 
 Dundas. 
 Rebel of the Family. 
 Sowing the Wind. 
 The One Too Many. 
 Dulcie Everton. 
 
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 Waterdale Neighbours. 
 My hnemy's Daughter. 
 A Fairbaxon. \ Camiola. 
 Linley Rochford. 
 Miss Misanthrope. 
 
 Donna Ouixote. 
 
 Maid of Athens. 
 
 The Comet of a Season. 
 
 The Dictator. 
 
 Red Uianionds. 
 
 The Riddle Ring. 
 
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 Mr. Stranraer's Sealed Packet. 
 
 GEORGE MACDONALD.— Heather and Snow. 
 
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 A Secret of the Sea. 
 
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 The Man wiio was Good. 
 
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 Hathercourt Rectory. 
 
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 Dead Man's Secret. | From Bosom of the Deep. 
 
 Stories Weird and Wonderful. 
 
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 First Person Sintfiilar. 
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 Time's Revenges. 
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 Mount Despair. 
 A Capful o' Nails. 
 
 A Model Father 
 
 Joseph's Coat. 
 
 Coals of Fire. 
 
 ■Val Stranije. | Hearts. 
 
 Old Blazer's Hero. 
 
 The Way of the World. 
 
 Cynic Fortune. 
 
 A Life's Atonement. 
 
 By the Gate of the Sea, 
 
 By MURRAY and HERMAN. 
 
 One Traveller Returns. | The Bishops' Bible. 
 
 Paul Jones's Alias. 
 
 By HUME NI3BET. 
 
 'Bail Up r I Dr. Bernard St. 'Vincent. 
 
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 Saint Ann's. | Billy Bellew. 
 
 By GEORGES OHNET. 
 Dr. Rameau. | A Weird Gilt. 
 
 A Last Love. 
 
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 Whiteladies. I The Greatest Heiress in 
 
 The Primrose Path. | England. 
 
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 Held in Bonaape. 
 Strathmore. I Chandos. 
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 Folle-Farine, 
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 Princess Napraxinc. 
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 UIDA. 
 
 Two Little Wooden Shoes 
 Moths. I Bimbi. 
 
 Fipistrello. 
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 ^'v'anda. I Cithmar. 
 
 Frescoes. | Guilderoy. 
 In Marenima. 
 Rullino. I Syrlin, 
 Santa Barbara. 
 Two OlTenders, 
 Ouida's Wisdom, Wit, 
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 By JAMES PAYN. 
 
 Bentinck's Tutor. 
 
 Murphy's Master. 
 
 A County Family. 
 
 At Her Mercy. I Kit. 
 
 Cecil's Tryst. | Halves, 
 
 The Clyffards of Clylfe. 
 
 The Foster Brothers. 
 
 Found Dead. 
 
 The Best of Husbands. 
 
 Walters Word. 
 
 Fallen Fortunes. 
 
 Humorous Stones. 
 
 /^2oo Reward. 
 
 A Marine Residence. 
 
 MirkAbbey. | HiphSpirits 
 
 Under One Roof. 
 
 Carlyon's 'Vear. 
 
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 The Canon's AVard. 
 
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 Holiday Tasks 
 
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 What He Cost Her. 
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 Sunny Stones. 
 Lost Sir Massingberd. 
 A Woman's Vengeance. 
 The Family Scapegrace 
 Gwendoline's Harvest. 
 Like Father, Like Son. 
 Married Beneath Him. 
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 Le^s Black than We're 
 
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 A Grape from a Thorn. 
 The Mystery of Mir- 
 
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 The Word and the NVill. 
 A Prince of the Blood. 
 
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 By Mrs. CawrPBELL PR RED. 
 The Romance ot a Station t Christina Chard. 
 Outlaw and Lawmaker. j Mrs. Tregaskiss 
 The Soul of Countess Adrian. 
 
 By RICHARD PHYCE. 
 
 Miss Maxwells Affections. 
 
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 Christie Johnstone, 
 I he Double Marriage. 
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 Autobiography of a Thief. 
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 H. RID3ELL. 
 
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 Heart of Oak. 
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 Gaslight and Daylight. 
 
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 Mary Jane's Memoirs. 
 Mary Jane MarriecL 
 Tales of To-day, 
 Dramas of Liie. 
 Tinkletop's Crune. 
 
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 Memoirs of a Landlady, 
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 Ten Comniandmcnts, 
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 ARTHUR SKETCHLB Y.— A Match in the Dark. 
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 By T. W. 
 
 The Mysteries of Heron 
 
 Dyke, 
 The Golden Hoop, 
 Hoodwinked, 
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 SPEIGHT. 
 
 Back to Life, 
 The Loudwater Tragedy, 
 Burgo's Romance, 
 Quittance in Full 
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 Tales for the Marines. 
 
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 Scarborough's Family. 
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 Stolen White Elephant. 
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 Sketches. 
 
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 Disappeared. 
 
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 Maid Marian and Robin Hood. 
 
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 Syrlin. I The Waters of Edera. 
 
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 Diana Harrington. 
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 Beyond the Pale. 
 
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 Walter's Word. | Lost Sir Massingberd. 
 
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 Grithth Gaunt. 
 
 Foul Play. | Hard Cash. 
 
 Peg Woffington ; and 
 
 Christie Joiinstone. 
 A Terrible 1 emptation 
 
 Put Yourself in His Place. 
 The Cloister and the 
 
 Hearth. 
 Never Too Late to Mend. 
 Tlio Double Marriage. 
 
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 New Arabian Nights; 
 
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 The Downfall. I The Dram-Shop. 
 
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