Just half an hour or so before dawnthat mysterious, unreal and solemn period of the night or morningCaptain Bluenose came on deck minus his coat and shoes, in order to have a look at how things were getting on,as if the general operations of nature had been committed to his charge, and he were afraid lest the sun should not be able to rise without his assistance.
Light air, west-sou-west, muttered the Captain as he stepped on deck, cast a glance up at the vane on the mast-head, and then swept his eye round the (imaginary) horizon.
There was not much to be seen, except the numerous lights of the shipping, and the myriad lamps of the great city, whose mighty hum of life had not yet begun to awaken. It was the deadest hour of night (if we may use the expression), although advanced towards morning. The latest of late sitters-up had gone to bed and got to sleep, and the earliest of early risers had not yet been aroused. None save night-workers and night-watchers were astir, and these did not disturb in any appreciable degree the deep quiet of the hour.
While Bax and his friend were conversing in subdued tones near the binnacle, they were startled by a piercing shriek, followed by a heavy plunge in the water, which, from the sound, appeared to be not far distant. They sprang to the bow, which was pointing down the river,the flood-tide was running strong up at the time. On reaching it they heard a gurgling cry, not twenty yards ahead of the vessel.
Hold on! cried Bax to Bluenose, sharply, at the same time fastening the end of a rope round his waist with the speed of thought, and plunging over the side head-foremost. The cry and the plunge brought Guy Foster on deck instantly. He found the Captain holding on with all his might to the end of the rope, on which there seemed to be a tremendous strain.
Take a turn round that belayin pin, gasped the Captain.
Guy obeyed, and the moment his companion was relieved, he shouted, All hands a-hoy!
It was unnecessary. The four men who formed the crew of the Nancy were already springing up the fore-hatch. There was bustle among the shipping too. Lights danced about, the sound of oars was heard in various directions, and sharp eager shouts, as of men who felt that life was in danger, but knew not where to hasten in order to afford aid.
Haul now, lads, with a will, cried the Captain; so, steady, avast heaving. Ah! thats a smart lad.
While the men were hauling on the rope, little Tommy had bounded over the side into the boat, which he quickly brought close to the rope, and, seizing it, guided his craft to the end to which Bax was fastened. He found him buffeting the strong current stoutly, and supporting a head on his shoulder in such a way that the mouth should not get below water.
All right, Tommy, said Bax, quietly. Dont get excited, my lad; lend a hand to raise her a bit out o the water. Now, can you hold her there for one moment?
Yes, if you just give me the end of that shawl in my teeth,so.
Tommy could say no more, for he was squeezed flat against the gunwale of the boat, with his stout little arms tight round the neck and waist of a female figure, the fingers of his left hand grasping her hair, and his legs twisted in a remarkable manner round the thwart to keep him from being dragged out of the boat, besides which his mouth was full of the shawl.
Bax at once grasped the gunwale, and moved hand over hand to the stern, where, by a powerful effort, he raised himself out of the water and sprang inboard. A few minutes more sufficed to enable him to drag the female (a young girl) into the boat, and place her in safety on the schooners deck.
The whole thing was done in much less time than is required to tell it. Only one of the boats that were out searching discovered the schooner, just as the female was got on board.
All right? inquired one of the men.
All rightsaved, was the answer, and the boat pulled away into the obscurity of the morning mist with a cheer of congratulation. Then all was again silent, and the sluggish tide glided slowly past the dark hulls that rested on the bosom of the Thames.
On carrying the girl into the small cabin of the Nancy it was found that she was still in a state of insensibility. The dim light of the swinging lamp fell on her pale face, and revealed to the surprised and sympathetic beholders features of great beauty and delicate form, over which masses of dark brown hair straggled in wild confusion.
Now, lads, clear out o the way, cried Captain Bluenose, pulling off his coat energetically. Leave this here little craft to me. I know xactly wots got to be done, dye see. Turn her on her facethere; never go for to put a drownded body on its back, be it man or woman. Stick that coat under her breast, and her arm under her forehead. So, now well go to work.
There is no doubt that the worthy captain understood precisely what he meant to do, and was working on a systematic plan; but what the result of his labours might have been it is impossible to say, for at that moment he was interrupted by the tread of hurried footsteps on deck, and the sudden entrance of a silvery-haired man, whose black coat, vest, and pantaloons contrasted strangely with his heavy oilskin coat and sou-wester, and tended to puzzle the beholder as to whether he was a landsman in nautical outer garments, or a seaman clothed partly in what Jack calls shore-going toggery.
There was an expression of wild anxiety on the mans face as he sprang towards the prostrate form of the girl, fell on his knees, and, seizing her hand, exclaimed, Lucy, dearest Lucy! He stopped suddenly as if he had been choked, and, bending his ear close to Lucys lips, listened for a few seconds with knitted brow and compressed lips. At that moment there was a flutter on the eyelids of the girl, and a broken sigh escaped her.
The man kneeling at her side sprang convulsively to his feet, raised his hands high above his head, and exclaimed, O God, in Christs name I thank thee, in tones so fervent, as almost to approach to a shout.
With this irrepressible cry of gratitude every trace of strong emotion appeared to vanish from the countenance and the manner of the stranger. Turning to Bluenose, who had been gazing at this scene in much surprise, not unmingled with anxiety, he said in a calm but quick voice:
My friend, this child is my daughter. Pray leave me alone with her for a few minutes.
Excuge a oldish man, sir, said the Captain; praps youd better let me stay, cause why, I knows how to treat drownded
Thank you, it is unnecessary, said the stranger. Besides, I myself am acquainted with the rules of the Humane Society. But you can aid me by getting hot blankets and warm coffee.
Come along, Captain, cried Bax, seizing his friend by the arm and dragging him out of the cabin.
Guy had quitted it, followed by Tommy, the instant the old man had expressed a wish to be left alone with his child.
There, now, you obstinate man, cried Bax, relaxing his grasp on gaining the foot of the companion ladder; up with you, and send Tommy to look after coffee and blankets. He knows where to get em. Ill go and put on dry toggery; the best thing that you can do, is to keep out of peoples way.
This latter piece of advice was not very agreeable to one whose heart was tender, and his desire to engage in works of active benevolence very strong. But feeling that the advice was good, and thoroughly appreciating the fact that, having shipped as a suppernummerary hand, he was bound to obey his young commander, he went on deck without remonstrance, walked aft to the binnacle, and began to fill his pipe.