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_Hands That Plucked_
Directly we reached the deck, the Second Mate gave the order:
"Mizzen t'gallant clewlines and buntlines," and led the way up on to thepoop. He went and stood by the haulyards, ready to lower away. As Iwalked across to the starboard clewline, I saw that the Old Man was ondeck, and as I took hold of the rope, I heard him sing out to the SecondMate.
"Call all hands to shorten sail, Mr. Tulipson."
"Very good, Sir," the Second Mate replied. Then he raised his voice:
"Go forrard, you, Jessop, and call all hands to shorten sail. You'dbetter give them a call in the bosun's place, as you go."
"i, i, Sir," I sung out, and hurried off.
As I went, I heard him tell Tammy to go down and call the Mate.
Reaching the fo'cas'le, I put my head in through the starboard doorway,and found some of the men beginning to turn-in.
"It's all hands on deck, shorten sail," I sung out.
I stepped inside.
"Just wot I said," grumbled one of the men.
"They don't damn well think we're goin' aloft to-night, after what'shappened?" asked another.
"We've been up to the main royal," I answered. "The Second Mate wentwith us."
"Wot?" said the first man. "Ther Second Mate hisself?"
"Yes," I replied. "The whole blooming watch went up."
"An' wot 'appened?" he asked.
"Nothing," I said. "Nothing at all. We just made a mouthful apiece ofit, and came down again."
"All the same," remarked the second man, "I don't fancy goin' upstairs,after what's happened."
"Well," I replied. "It's not a matter of fancy. We've got to get thesail off her, or there'll be a mess. One of the 'prentices told me theglass is falling."
"Come erlong, boys. We've got ter du it," said one of the older men,rising from a chest, at this point. "What's it duin' outside, mate?"
"Raining," I said. "You'll want your oilskins."
I hesitated a moment before going on deck again. From the bunk forrardamong the shadows, I had seemed to hear a faint moan.
"Poor beggar!" I thought to myself.
Then the old chap who had last spoken, broke in upon my attention.
"It's awl right, mate!" he said, rather testily. "Yer needn't wait.We'll be out in er minit."
"That's all right. I wasn't thinking about you lot," I replied, andwalked forrard to Jacobs's bunk. Some time before, he had rigged up apair of curtains, cut out of an old sack, to keep off the draught.These, some one had drawn, so that I had to pull them aside to see him.He was lying on his back, breathing in a queer, jerky fashion. I couldnot see his face, plainly; but it seemed rather pale, in the half-light.
"Jacobs," I said. "Jacobs, how do you feel now?" but he made no sign toshow that he had heard me. And so, after a few moments, I drew thecurtains to again, and left him.
"What like does 'e seem?" asked one of the fellows, as I went towardsthe door.
"Bad," I said. "Damn bad! I think the Steward ought to be told to comeand have a look at him. I'll mention it to the Second when I get achance."
I stepped out on deck, and ran aft again to give them a hand with thesail. We got it hauled up, and then went forrard to the fore t'gallant.And, a minute later, the other watch were out, and, with the Mate, werebusy at the main.
By the time the main was ready for making fast, we had the fore hauledup, so that now all three t'gallants were in the ropes, and ready forstowing. Then came the order:
"Up aloft and furl!"
"Up with you, lads," the Second Mate said. "Don't let's have any hangingback this time."
Away aft by the main, the men in the Mate's watch seemed to be standingin a clump by the mast; but it was too dark to see clearly. I heard theMate start to curse; then there came a growl, and he shut up.
"Be handy, men! be handy!" the Second Mate sung out.
At that, Stubbins jumped into the rigging.
"Come hon!" he shouted. "We'll have ther bloomin' sail fast, an' downhon deck again before they're started."
Plummer followed; then Jaskett, I, and Quoin who had been called downoff the look-out to give a hand.
"That's the style, lads!" the Second sung out, encouragingly. Then heran aft to the Mate's crowd. I heard him and the Mate talking to themen, and presently, when we were going over the foretop, I made out thatthey were beginning to get into the rigging.
I found out, afterwards, that as soon as the Second Mate had seen themoff the deck, he went up to the mizzen t'gallant, along with the four'prentices.
On our part, we made our way slowly aloft, keeping one hand forourselves and the other for the ship, as you can fancy. In this mannerwe had gone as far as the crosstrees, at least, Stubbins, who was first,had; when, all at once, he gave out just another such cry as had theSecond Mate a little earlier, only that in his case he followed it byturning round and blasting Plummer.
"You might have blarsted well sent me flyin' down hon deck," he shouted."If you bl--dy well think it's a joke, try it hon some one else--"
"It wasn't me!" interrupted Plummer. "I 'aven't touched yer. 'oo the'ell are yer swearin' at?"
"At you--!" I heard him reply; but what more he may have said, was lostin a loud shout from Plummer.
"What's up, Plummer?" I sung out. "For God's sake, you two, don't getfighting, up aloft!"
But a loud, frightened curse was all the answer he gave. Thenstraightway, he began to shout at the top of his voice, and in the lullsof his noise, I caught the voice of Stubbins, cursing savagely.
"They'll come down with a run!" I shouted, helplessly. "They'll comedown as sure as nuts."
I caught Jaskett by the boot.
"What are they doing? What are they doing?" I sung out. "Can't you see?"I shook his leg as I spoke. But at my touch, the old idiot--as I thoughthim at the moment--began to shout in a frightened voice:
"Oh! oh! help! hel--!"
"Shut up!" I bellowed. "Shut up, you old fool. If you won't do anything,let me get past you."
Yet he only cried out the more. And then, abruptly, I caught the soundof a frightened clamour of men's voices, away down somewhere about themaintop--curses, cries of fear, even shrieks, and above it all, someoneshouting to go down on deck:
"Get down! get down! down! down! Blarst--" The rest was drowned in afresh outburst of hoarse crying in the night.
I tried to get past old Jaskett; but he was clinging to the rigging,sprawled on to it, is the best way to describe his attitude, so much ofit as I could see in the darkness. Up above him, Stubbins and Plummerstill shouted and cursed, and the shrouds quivered and shook, as thoughthe two were fighting desperately.
Stubbins seemed to be shouting something definite; but whatever it was,I could not catch.
At my helplessness, I grew angry, and shook and prodded Jaskett, to makehim move.
"Damn you, Jaskett!" I roared. "Damn you for a funky old fool! Let meget past! Let me get past, will you!"
But, instead of letting me pass, I found that he was beginning to makehis way down. At that, I caught him by the slack of his trousers, nearthe stern, with my right hand, and with the other, I got hold of theafter shroud somewhere above his left hip; by these means, I fairlyhoisted myself up on to the old fellow's back. Then, with my right, Icould reach to the forrard shroud, over his right shoulder, and havinggot a grip, I shifted my left to a level with it; at the same moment, Iwas able to get my foot on to the splice of a ratline and so give myselfa further lift. Then I paused an instant, and glanced up.
"Stubbins! Stubbins!" I shouted. "Plummer! Plummer!"
And even as I called, Plummer's foot--reaching down through the gloom--alighted full on my upturned face. I let go from the rigging with myright hand, and struck furiously at his leg, cursing him for hisclumsiness. He lifted his foot, and in the same instant a sentence fromStubbins floated down to me, with a strange distinctness:
"_For God's sake tell 'em to get down hon deck!_" he was shouting
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Even as the words came to me, something in the darkness gripped mywaist. I made a desperate clutch at the rigging with my disengaged righthand, and it was well for me that I secured the hold so quickly, for thesame instant, I was wrenched at with a brutal ferocity that appalled me.I said nothing, but lashed out into the night with my left foot. It isqueer, but I cannot say with certainty that I struck anything; I was toodownright desperate with funk, to be sure; and yet it seemed to me thatmy foot encountered something soft, that gave under the blow. It mayhave been nothing more than an imagined sensation; yet I am inclined tothink otherwise; for, instantly, the hold about my waist was released;and I commenced to scramble down, clutching the shrouds prettydesperately.
I have only a very uncertain remembrance of that which followed. WhetherI slid over Jaskett, or whether he gave way to me, I cannot tell. I knowonly that I reached the deck, in a blind whirl of fear and excitement,and the next thing I remember, I was among a crowd of shouting, half-madsailor-men.
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