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"I vote we land on Welkin Island," said Charlie.
Welkin Island was separate about three-quarters of a mile from the mainland, famous for its caves and sh.e.l.ls.
"All serene," said Hall, putting the boat about; "stand by."
So we made our last tack, and very soon were close up at the island.
After some cruising we selected an eligible creek for landing, into which Hall ran our boat as neatly as the most experienced helmsman in Her Majesty's Navy.
Then we landed, and dragging ash.o.r.e our hamper of provisions, picnicked at the edge of the rocks, with the water on three sides of us, with Shargle Head across the narrow channel rising majestically above us, and the great amphitheatre of the bay extended like a picture beyond.
Need I say what a jovial repast it was; what appet.i.tes we had, what zest our situation lent to our meal, how each vied with each in merriment!
But Charlie was the blithest of us all.
Then we wandered over that wonderful island. We waded into the caves, and climbed to the cliff tops; we filled our pockets with sh.e.l.ls, we bathed, we aimed stones into the sea, we raced along the strand, we cut our names in a row on the highest point of the island, in commemoration of our expedition, and there they remain to this day.
"I say, I hope it's not going to rain," said Hutton, looking up at the clouds, which had for some time been obscuring the sun.
"Who cares if it does?" shouted Charlie. "Hullo, there goes my roof!"
cried he, as a sudden gust of wind lifted his hat from his head, and sent it skimming down the rocks.
"I think it's time we started home," said Hall hurriedly.
There was something in the uneasy look of his face as he said this which made me uncomfortable.
So we turned to embark once more in our boat.
We could not conceal from ourselves, as we made our way to the creek where we had left her moored, that the weather, which had thus far been so propitious to our expedition, was not holding out as we could have wished. The wind, which had been little more than a steady breeze during the morning, now met us in frequent gusts, which made us raise our hands to our hats. A few ugly-looking black clouds on the horizon had come up and obscured the sun, threatening not only to shut out his rays, but to break over the bay in a heavy downpour of rain. Even on the half-sheltered side of the island where we were, the water, which had hitherto moved only in ripples, now began to heave restlessly in waves, which curled over as they met the breeze, and covered the sea with little white breakers. There was an uncanny sort of moan about the wind as it swept down the hollows of the rocks, and even the seagulls, as they skimmed past us on the surface of the now sombre water, seemed uncomfortable.
However, the sea was not rough, and though the sun happened to be hidden from us, we could see it s.h.i.+ning brightly away in the direction of Parkhurst. The wind, too, though stronger than it had been in the morning, was still not violent, and we had little doubt of making as quick, if not a quicker pa.s.sage back than we had already made.
So, although in our secret hearts each one of us would perhaps have preferred the weather of the earlier part of the day to have continued, we did not let our uneasiness appear to our fellows, or allow it to interfere with our show of good spirits.
"I tell you what," said Charlie, laughing, as we came down to our boat, "it would be a real spree to have a little rough water going back, just for the fun of seeing old Hutton seasick."
"I shall be very pleased to give you some amus.e.m.e.nt," replied Hutton; "and perhaps Adams will a.s.sist, for I saw him looking anxiously over the bows once or twice as we were coming."
"So did I," said Charlie; "he must have seen a ghost in the water, for he looked awfully pale."
"Shut up, you fellows," cried I, who was notoriously a bad sailor, and easily disturbed by a rough sea; "perhaps we shall all--"
"I say," called out Hall from the boat, where he was busy tying up a reef in our sail, "I wish you fellows would lend a hand here, instead of standing and chaffing there."
We obeyed with alacrity, and very soon had our boat ready for starting.
"Now, Adams and Hutton, take the oars, will you? and pull her out of this creek: we had better not hoist our sail till we are clear of these rocks."
As we emerged from our little harbour the boat "lumped" heavily over the waves that broke upon the rocks, and we had a hard pull to get her clear of these and turn her with her stern to Shargle.
"Now stand by," shouted Hall.
We s.h.i.+pped our oars, and in a moment the sail, shortened by one reef, was hauled up, and the boat began to scud swiftly forward.
"You'll have to sit right over, you two," said Hall to Hutton and me, "to keep her trim. Look sharp about it!"
As he spoke a gust took the sail, and caused the boat to heel over far on to her side. She righted herself in an instant, however, and on we went, flying through the water.
"How do you feel, Adams?" called out Charlie mischievously, from his end of the boat.
"Pleasant motion, isn't it?" put in Hutton, laughing.
"Look here, you fellows," said Hall abruptly, "stop fooling now, and look after the boat."
"Why, what's the row?" said Hutton, struck with his unusually serious tone. "It's all right, isn't it?"
"It's all right," said Hall curtly, "if you'll only attend to the sailing."
Our merriment died away on our lips, for it was plain to be seen Hall was in no jesting humour.
Then several things struck us which we had not previously noticed. One was that the wind had s.h.i.+fted farther north, and was blowing hard right into the bay, gathering strength every minute. Hall, we noticed, was sailing as close as possible up to it, thus making our course far wider than that which had brought us in the morning.
"Why are you steering out like that?" I ventured to ask.
"Because if I didn't-- Look out!" he exclaimed, as a sudden gust caught the boat, making her stagger and reel like a drunken man. In an instant he had released the sheet rope, and the sail flapped with a tremendous noise about the mast. It was but an instant, however, and then we saw him coolly tighten the cord again, and put back the helm to its former course. After that I did not care to repeat my question.
Reader, have you ever found yourself at sea in an open boat, a mile or so from land, in a gathering storm; with the wind in your teeth and the sea rising ominously under your keel; with the black clouds mustering overhead, and the distant coastline whitening with breakers? Have you marked the headlands change from white to solemn purple? Have you listened to that strange hiss upon the water, and that moaning in the wind? Have you known your boat to fly through the waves without making way, and noted anxiously by some landmark that she is rather drifting back with the current, instead of, as it seems, tearing before the wind?
If so, you can imagine our feelings that afternoon.
It was useless to pretend things were not as bad as they looked; it was useless not to admit to ourselves we were fairly in for it now, and must brave it out as best we could; it was useless to maintain we had not been foolish, wickedly foolish, in starting on so venturesome an expedition; it was useless to deny that it would have been better had we remained at Shargle, or returned to Parkhurst by land.
We were in for it now.
The one thing which gave us confidence was Hall's coolness, now that the danger was unmistakable. He neither allowed himself to get flurried nor alarmed, but sat with closed lips watching the sail--one hand on the tiller and the other grasping the sheet, ready to let it go at a moment's notice.
As for us, we wished we could do anything more active than sit still and trim the boat. But even that was some use, and so we remained, watching anxiously the clouds as they rolled down the sides of the hills and half obscured Shargle Head from our view.
Presently, however, Hall said--
"Get the oars out, will you? we haven't made any way for an hour."
No way for an hour! Had we then been all that time plunging through the waves for nothing? With what grim earnestness we set to work to row through this unyielding current!
But to no effect--or scarcely any. The little white cottage on Shargle, which we looked round at so anxiously from time to time, to ascertain what progress had been made, remained always in the same position, and after twenty minutes' desperate pulling it seemed as if the total distance gained had been scarcely half a dozen yards.
It was disheartening work, still more so as the sea was rising every minute, and the rain had already begun to fall.
"We're in for a gale," said Hall, as a wave broke over the side, drenching Hutton and me, and half-filling the bottom of the boat with water. "Look sharp, Charlie, and bale out that before the next comes."
Charlie set to work with a will, and for a time we rowed steadily on, without saying a word.