Battleship Boys' First Step Upward; Or, Winning Their Grades as Petty Officers
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CHAPTER XIX
A TRYING MOMENT
"Keep those engines going full speed astern!"
There was an anxious look on the face of the commanding officer of thebattleship "Long Island," for it is a serious matter to run a ship ofthe Navy aground.
Fortunately, however, owing to Dan Davis' timely warning, the ship haddrifted very slowly on the sand bar. Had it not been for that warningthe battleship would have dashed full speed into the shoal water, whereshe would have stuck fast for many a day, even if she did not in theend prove a total loss.
"We seem to be fast and hard, sir," announced the executive officer.
"I am afraid we are, Coates. It's too bad. How's the tide?"
"About at the turn now, sir."
"Is she making any headway astern?"
"I'll ascertain, sir. Chains, there!"
"Aye, aye, sir."
"Is she going astern any?"
"She is standing still, sir. She hasn't moved."
"Keep your lead line out. Sing out the instant the ship begins to goastern," ordered the captain.
"Aye, aye, sir."
"I'm afraid she is swinging to port, sir," announced the executive.
The captain took a shore bearing and glanced along his ship toward thestern.
"Yes, this won't do at all. We'll be on the shoal broadside in amoment. Put out the starboard stern anchor. Draw her up tight. Bequick about it!"
A splash far aft told them that the anchor had gone overboard.
"Is she holding, Coates?"
"I think so, sir."
"Watch her. When the tide turns she may shift the other way, but Ithink that, by drawing the anchor chains taut, we can hold the shipwhere she is now."
"I do not think she is very far on. We ought to float at high tide,sir."
"Yes; we should, but you cannot always tell. This is too bad, thoughwe did all we could. I hope this mishap has not injured her in anyway."
"I do not see how that could be possible, sir. It is soft ground intowhich she has poked her nose."
"Yes; I could tell that by the way she went aground. Sandy bottom.Signalman!"
"Aye, aye, sir."
"Send a general recall to the boats. No need to keep them out thereany longer. Besides, we shall need the boats here. Boatswain's mate!"
"Aye, aye, sir."
"Have the divers made ready to go down."
"Had we not best stop the engines now, sir?" asked the executive.
"No; keep them going. But watch her closely. In case they pull heroff we shall have to be careful that we do not back into the anchorchain and foul the propellers."
"Very good, sir."
"Are the boats returning, signalman?"
"Yes, sir; they are all returning, sir."
The noon hour had arrived, and the crew was piped down to mess just asif nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. As the captain's motorboat drew alongside the captain called over to the boat to pull up bythe starboard gangway. In a few moments he joined the boat there andboarded her.
"Run up under the bow of the ship," he commanded.
A few revolutions of the propeller brought them to the spot indicated.
"Is this the place you signaled about, Davis?" he demanded sharply.
"Yes, sir."
The bottom, shining and white, lay in plain sight. One had only toglance over the side of the motor boat to see it.
"Pass a lead line over the side."
A line was dropped to them and at the captain's command Dan Davis tooka sounding.
"What do you make it?"
"By the deep, one, sir."
"As you signaled."
"Yes, sir."
"A close guess. You have a sharp eye, Davis."
The captain peered down. He could, by getting between the sun and thebow of the ship, look down to where the prow of the battleshipdisappeared in the white sand on the bottom of the bay.
"Do you want the divers over, sir?" called the executive officer.
"I think not, just now. It will be useless until we get her nose outof the sand. They cannot tell us any more than we know now."
The motor boat then made a tour of the ship, the captain surveying herfrom all points of view. The "Long Island" appeared to be restingeasily, and the sea was comparatively smooth. A glance at the skiestold the commanding officer that good weather might reasonably beexpected for the rest of the day.
"Return to the starboard gangway," he commanded tersely.
The captain forgot to go to his luncheon that day. He paced thequarter-deck, watching the weather, receiving frequent reports from theforward end of the ship and having frequent tests made to determine thestate of the tide.
The afternoon was well along before the welcome intelligence wasbrought to him that the tide was flowing strong and would be highwithin the next thirty minutes.
"Tell the engineer to stand by to go astern full speed," he said. "Allhands not on necessary duty will gather on the quarter-deck, so that wemay get all the weight possible aft. Pipe all hands aft, Mr. Coates."
The boatswain's whistle trilled here and there, and was finally lost inthe depths of the ship. Soon the sailors began marching to thequarter-deck until that part of the ship was packed with them.
The captain, with his executive officer, went forward to the bridge.
"I think we had better try it now, Coates," he said. "Give orders tohave the anchor shipped."
"Stand by the starboard anchor," commanded the executive.
A few minutes of waiting followed.
"Ship the starboard anchor!"
"Signal the engineer to send both engines full speed astern," orderedthe captain.
The bridge telegraph clanked noisily, then a quiver ran through theship. The commanding officer stood stolidly awaiting the result. Itwas an anxious moment for him, meaning perhaps the loss of his command,were he to fail to get his ship off the shoal on which it was grounded.But he was calm and self-possessed.
For a full moment the screws churned the water, turning it into a seaof suds astern of the battleship.
"Chains, there!"
"Aye, aye, sir."
"Is she going astern yet?"
"No, sir."
Commanding and executive officer exchanged significant glances.
"It looks as if we were hard and fast, Coates."
"Give her time to get a foothold. The next couple of minutes will tellthe story, sir."
The next few seconds did tell the story that they were waiting to hearin almost breathless expectancy.
A slight lurch to port occurred. The beating of the engines seemed tobe suddenly subdued.
"Going--astern--sir," sang the man in the chains.
"All clear," bellowed the bow watch.
"Coates, we're off!" said the captain, lifting his cap and wiping theperspiration from his brow.
The jackies on the after deck set up a great cheer.
"Mr. Navigator, have you got this shoal down on your chart now?"
"Yes, sir."
"Please see that there is no mistake about it. Have you got the rangesmarked on the chart also?"
"Yes, sir."
"Very good. We do not want this thing to happen to us again, or to anyone else. We have been very lucky in getting off so easily."
"Are you going to have the bottom examined?" asked the executive.
"Yes, when we get to the other side of the bay. Quartermaster, headher east by south one half."
"East by south one half she is. On the mark, sir."
"Hold her there till you get that point of land abeam, then swing."
"Aye, aye, sir."
"Chains, there, keep the lead going."
The ship swung slowly round, then headed away on the new course, whichshe followed as the captain had directed. When opposite the point ofland indicated a sharp turn was made, the vessel heading for theopposite side of the bay.
After half an hour the battles
hip had arrived at her first anchorage.At command, engines were stopped. Starboard anchor chains rattledloudly, sending up a shower of sparks as the anchor shot downward.Then the ship swung into the tide and came to rest.
"Do you wish the divers to go down now?"
"No; not until later. Have the hold examined, to see if she is leakingforward and report to me at once."
"Very good, sir," answered the executive, saluting. "Where will yoube--here on the bridge?"
"No; I think I shall go to my cabin and have a good square meal.Strange to say, for the first time to-day I have an appetite."