By this time the schooner and her little consort were gliding pretty swiftly through the water; indeed, we had already fetched up level with the camp-fire. The ship was talking, as sailors say, loudly, treading the innumerable ripples with an incessant weltering splash; and until I got my eye above the window-sill I could not comprehend why the watchmen had taken no alarm. One glance, however, was sufficient; and it was only one glance that I durst take from that unsteady skiff. It showed me Hands and his companion locked together in deadly wrestle, each with a hand upon the other’s throat.
I dropped upon the thwart again, none too soon,for I was near overboard.I could see nothing for the moment but these two furious,encrimsoned faces swaying together under the smoky lamp,and I shut my eyes to let them grow once more familiar with the darkness.
The endless ballad had come to an end at last,and the whole diminished company about the camp-fire had broken into the chorus I had heard so often:
“Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest--Yo-ho-ho,and a bottle of rum!Drink and the devil had done for the rest--Yo-ho-ho,and a bottle of rum!”
I was just thinking how busy drink and the devil were at that very moment in the cabin of the HISPANIOLA, when I was surprised by a sudden lurch of the coracle. At the same moment, she yawed sharply and seemed to change her course. The speed in the meantime had strangely increased.
I opened my eyes at once.All round me were little ripples,combing over with a sharp,bristling sound and slightly phosphorescent.The HISPANIOLA herself,a few yards in whose wake I was still being whirled along,seemed to stagger in her course,and I saw her spars toss a little against the blackness of the night;nay, as I looked longer,I made sure she also was wheeling to the southward.
I glanced over my shoulder,and my heart jumped against my ribs. There,right behind me, was the glow of the camp-fire.The current had turned at right angles,sweeping round along with it the tall schooner and the little dancing coracle;ever quickening, ever bubbling higher,ever muttering louder,it went spinning through the narrows for the open sea.
Suddenly the schooner in front of me gave a violent yaw,turning, perhaps, through twenty degrees;and almost at the same moment one shout followed another from on board;I could hear feet pounding on the companion ladder and I knew that the two drunkards had at last been interrupted in their quarrel and awakened to a sense of their disaster.
I lay down flat in the bottom of that wretched skiff and devoutly recommended my spirit to its Maker. At the end of the straits, I made sure we must fall into some bar of raging breakers, where all my troubles would be ended speedily; and though I could, perhaps, bear to die, I could not bear to look upon my fate as it approached.
So I must have lain for hours,continually beaten to and fro upon the billows,now and again wetted with flying sprays,and never ceasing to expect death at the next plunge.Gradually weariness grew upon me; a numbness,an occasional stupor,fell upon my mind even in the midst of my terrors,until sleep at last supervened and in my sea-tossed coracle I lay and dreamed of home and the old Admiral Benbow.
XXIV The Cruise of the Coracle
It was broad day when I awoke and found myself tossing at the south-west end of Treasure Island. The sun was up but was still hid from me behind the great bulk of the Spy-glass, which on this side descended almost to the sea in formidable cliffs.
Haulbowline Head and Mizzenmast Hill were at my elbow,the hill bare and dark,the head bound with cliffs forty or fifty feet high and fringed with great masses of fallen rock. I was scarce a quarter of a mile to seaward, and it was my first thought to paddle in and land.
That notion was soon given over.Among the fallen rocks the breakers spouted and bellowed;loud reverberations, heavy sprays flying and falling,succeeded one another from second to second;and I saw myself, if I ventured nearer,dashed to death upon the rough shore or spending my strength in vain to scale the beetling crags.
Nor was that all, for crawling together on flat tables of rock or letting themselves drop into the sea with loud reports I beheld huge slimy monsters--soft snails, as it were, of incredible bigness--two or three score of them together, making the rocks to echo with their barkings.
I have understood since that they were sea lions,and entirely harmless. But the look of them,added to the difficulty of the shore and the high running of the surf,was more than enough to disgust me of that landing-place.I felt willing rather to starve at sea than to confront such perils.
In the meantime I had a better chance, as I supposed,before me. North of Haulbowline Head,the land runs in a long way,leaving at low tide a long stretch of yellow sand.To the north of that, again,there comes another cape--Cape of the Woods,as it was marked upon the chart--buried in tall green pines,which descended to the margin of the sea.
I remembered what Silver had said about the current that sets northward along the whole west coast of Treasure Island, and seeing from my position that I was already under its influence, I preferred to leave Haulbowline Head behind me and reserve my strength for an attempt to land upon the kindlier-looking Cape of the Woods.
There was a great, smooth swell upon the sea.The wind blowing steady and gentle from the south,there was no contrariety between that and the current,and the billows rose and fell unbroken.
Had it been otherwise, I must long ago have perished;but as it was, it is surprising how easily and securely my little and light boat could ride. Often, as I still lay at the bottom and kept no more than an eye above the gunwale, I would see a big blue summit heaving close above me; yet the coracle would but bounce a little, dance as if on springs, and subside on the other side into the trough as lightly as a bird.
I began after a little to grow very bold and sat up to try my skill at paddling.But even a small change in the disposition of the weight will produce violent changes in the behaviour of a coracle. And I had hardly moved before the boat, giving up at once her gentle dancing movement, ran straight down a slope of water so steep that it made me giddy, and struck her nose, with a spout of spray, deep into the side of the next wave.