Steve Young Part 40

"Nonsense! I saw them myself quite plainly; one of them was dragging itself out of the water."

"Yes, I saw several do that. It is quite a large herd; but these are walrus--our sea-horses, sir."

"Oh!" cried Steve, turning the gla.s.s in the direction of the herd.

"Why, so they are. I can see the big tusks."

"Yes, sir; there are some very fine ones among them. I thought they must have a haven somewhere up here, if it could be found. The captain has done well, and we shall have a tremendous hunting season."

"Well?" came from the deck, "see any opening, Steve?"

"Yes, sir, two; and we're not above a mile away from a great herd of walrus."

"Seals, my lad--the little Jan Mayen seal."

"No, sir," said Johannes quietly; "they are walrus, and we've made our way up to their home. I have just seen another herd nearer the land."

The men below heard this announcement, and gave a cheer, for the news promised work, excitement, and plenty of profit for all on board.

Just then there was a loud barking from Skene, who was up in his favourite place on the bows, just where he could look out well ahead.

"Look at old Skeny," said Steve. "Any one would think he was the master of the s.h.i.+p. Why, there's a walrus!"

He was quite right, for there in the black water, staring hard at the excited dog, was a peculiar round head with great soft eyes, a bristling moustache, and a pair of long white tusks sweeping down from its upper jaw in graceful curves. There was nothing visible but the head, and that only for about a minute; for the sight of the vessel gliding swiftly along startled the huge beast, so that it made a plunge and disappeared.

A sharp look-out was kept for others, and several were seen, but always at a distance; and they were forgotten directly in the excitement of the navigation which followed as they neared the land.

All had gone on well so far. The _Hvalross_ had had to turn and double to avoid huge ma.s.ses of the ice-floe; but there had always been plenty of open water, and this had grown wider as they neared a vast pile of rocks forming a promontory, to the north of which lay the fiord which the captain had marked down, becoming more and more satisfied with his choice as they drew nearer, till they were about a mile away; for it offered complete protection from the ice, which would be turned aside by the rocky b.u.t.tress till such time as a change of wind and the subsidence of the heavy rocking swell should come.

All at once, with marvellous rapidity, there was a change. Beyond a little grinding and sc.r.a.ping they had suffered no harm from the ice, which had been floating with or following them; but now, as if the crowd of blocks and fields in motion possessed a feeling that the vessel was about to escape them and take refuge where it would be safe, there was an increase of speed in their movements; they were more agitated, rising and falling and cras.h.i.+ng together, and appearing as if they were crowding along to crush the vessel before the refuge was reached.

This had not been noticed from the bridge, and in an excited tone Johannes hailed the deck.

"We're just entering a swift current, sir, which is caused by the great point ahead. The ice is crowding up into it, and goes north with a heavy rush."

"Yes, I see!" cried Captain Marsham; and he issued a few clear, sharp orders, which were as promptly obeyed.

"Stay aloft there, both of you," he cried next, "and mark the other water ahead!"

There was a dead silence for a minute on deck, but all around a condensation of the grinding, cracking, and rending of the ice which they had heard more or less all day.

Then, as Steve's eyes met Johannes' stern gaze--for the lad was fully awake to the peril--the Norseman sang out:

"Turn her astarn, sir! The ice has closed up ahead." The captain gave the order without question, the speed was checked, and the _Hvalross_ began to glide back, when Johannes' voice rose again in hoa.r.s.e command.

"Stop! There is no way back."

"Look again!" roared Captain Marsham. "There must be. Quick!"

"No way out astarn, nor to right or left, sir!" cried Johannes; "the ice is closing in upon us."

"But forward--is it not opening?"

"No, sir; and we're in the current, too."

The captain gave his orders again; but those which reached the crow's-nest had nothing to do with the navigation of the s.h.i.+p; they were to the men to stow provisions as rapidly as possible in the boats.

"Johannes, what does this mean?" whispered Steve, aghast.

"That the captain means to have the boats ready, if we can use them; if not, to have provisions to heave on to the ice when we take to it."

"When we take to the ice?" cried Steve.

"Yes, my lad; look!" said the Norseman, pointing to the narrow limits of the water in which the _Hvalross_ lay; and as the boy gazed downward with dilating eyes, he could see that on one side there was a wall of ice almost stationary, while on the other the ma.s.ses were grinding together, the smaller being forced upward above the larger to form a chaotic ridge, which was coming toward them with swift, irresistible power.

"Quick!" said the Norseman sternly. "In another five minutes we shall be crushed in the ice. We must be on deck so as to have our chance of escape with the rest when they take to the floe."

"Ahoy! there aloft!" roared the captain, as the steam whistle began to utter its deep-toned yell, which sounded strangely amidst the roar and crack of the ice in motion. "Down with you both--quick!"

"Do you hear?" cried Johannes excitedly. "Down, my lad, quick!"

Steve made a movement to stoop and raise the trap on which he stood, and he stopped short and gazed despairingly in the great Norseman's face.

"Well, why do you stop?" said Johannes. "Draw up the trap, and go down."

"I cannot stir," said Steve faintly. "I did not know it before. It's the cold, I suppose. My legs and feet are quite numbed."

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.

ON THE BRINK.

"Do you hear, aloft there?" roared the captain. "Down with you!"

"Ay, ay, sir!" cried the Norseman, as he grasped to the full their perilous situation.

"Go down, Johannes," said Steve faintly; "never mind me."

The Norseman uttered a low laugh.

"Yes, sir; go down and leave you here! Of course!"

But his hands were busy. He thrust the gla.s.s into the case slung from Steve's shoulder, and taking the line he wore like a baldrick from his own, he hung it on one arm while he made fast the end round the lad's chest.

"You can use your hands?" he cried.

"Yes, I think so."

"Then keep yourself clear of the yards and stays as I lower you down.

Don't cling anywhere. I'll let you down safely."