CHAPTER IV.
A PASSENGER.
By this time our friends were a quarter of a mile in the rear of theburning steamer. The furious pulsations of the engines had stopped, andfrom stern to stern the great ship was one mass of soothing flame. Thelight threw a glare upon the clouds above, and made it so bright whereour friends were floating in the water that they could have read thepages of a printed book. The illumination must have been seen for manyand many a mile in every direction upon the Pacific.
"Yes, the steamer has stopped," said Howard; "the fire has reached theengines, and now they must do as we have done."
"But they have boats and may escape."
"Not half enough of them; and then what they have got will be seized bythe crew, as they always do at such times."
"Look! you can see them jumping over. The poor wretches hang fast tillthey are so scorched that they have to let go."
"It's mighty lucky yees are here," said Tim, "for every mother's sonthat can swim will be hugged by a half-dozen that can't, which would bebad for me."
"Why so; can't you swim?"
"Not a bit of it."
"And nothing but this bench to keep us from sinking."
"And be the same towken isn't that good enough, if it only kaaps usafloat? Can't ye be satisfied?"
"Look! how grand!"
It was indeed a fearful sight, the steamer being one pyramid of roaring,blazing fire, sweeping upward in great fan-like rifts, then blowingoutward, horizontally across the deep, as if greedy for the poor beingswho had sprung in agony from its embrace. Millions of sparks werefloating and drifting overhead and falling all around. The shrieks ofthe despairing passengers, as with their clothes all aflame they sprungblindly into the ocean, could be heard by our friends, and must indeedhave extended a far greater distance.
For an hour the conflagration raged with apparently unabated violence,the wreck drifting quite rapidly; but the fire soon tired of its work,large pieces of burning timber could be seen floating in the water, andfinally the charred hull made a plunge downward into the sea, and ourfriends were left alone upon their frail support.
"Now, it's time to decide what we are going to do," said Howard.
"You are right, and what shall it be? Shall we drift about here untilmorning, when some vessel will pick us up? I have no doubt this fire hasdrawn a half-dozen toward it."
"No; let's make for shore."
"That is the best plan," said Tim.
"But it is a good way off," remarked Howard; "and I have little hope ofreaching it."
"Never mind; it, will keep us busy, and that will make the time passfaster than if we do nothing but float."
"We may need our strength; but it is the best plan."
"But do we know the direction?"
"I can tell you that," said Elwood; "for the moon was directly over theshore; so all we've got to do is to aim for the moon."
"Begorrah! we can walk and talk, as the owld lady said when her husbandstopped on the way to the gallows to bid her good-by. So paddle away!"
It being a warm summer night, the water was quite pleasant, although ourfriends were sure to get enough of it long before they could hope toplace their feet upon the earth. Having now an object, they beganworking with a will, the boys swimming as lustily as possible straightfor the shore, while Tim assisted materially in pushing forward thecraft.
The intelligent Newfoundland appeared to comprehend what was wanted, andcontributed not a little to the momentum.
"Do you think we are making any progress----"
"O, save me! save me! I'm drowning!"
The voice sounded close by them, and caused an involuntary start fromall three.
"Where is he?" asked Howard, in a terrified whisper.
"There!"
At that moment they caught sight of a man fiercely buffeting the waves,as he rose on an immense swell, and then sunk down again in the troughof the sea.
"Can we do anything for him?" asked Elwood. "It's too bad to see thepoor fellow sink when we may save him."
"I'm afeared the owld bench won't bear another hand on it."
But Terror had heard that cry and anticipated the wishes of his friends.Leaving them with their raft, he struck powerfully out toward thedrowning man, and they both went down in the vast sea chasm together.When they came in view again upon the crest of the swell, theNewfoundland had the hair of the man's head in his teeth and had begunhis return. A moment later the gasping man threw out his hands andcaught the settee with such eagerness that it instantly sunk.
"Be careful!" admonished Howard, "or you'll drown us all. One of uscan't swim!"
"Won't your raft bear us?"
"Yes, if you keep only your head above water and bear very lightly uponit. Don't attempt to rise up."
"All right!"
The buoyant raft came to the surface, and was instantly grasped firmlybut carefully by all. Poor Tim O'Rooney had come very near drowning. Aman when suddenly cast into the water for the first time has been knownto swim long and well; and the Irishman, by the most furious effort, hadsaved himself from strangling and sinking, although he had swallowed agood deal of the nauseating sea-water, and was now ejecting it.
"Worrah! I took an overdose that time, and it wouldn't sthay on mystomach!" he said. "I'm thinking there'll be no necessity of meswallowing any salts for some time to coom, be the towken that I'veenough to last me me life-time."
"We are all right now!" said the stranger. "I can swim, but I was justabout used up when your dog took me in tow. May I inquire who my friendsare?"
Howard gave their names and destination, and he instantly said:
"My name is Manuel Yard, and my place of business is next door to thatof your fathers."
"You know them then."
"I have known them both very well for years, and now that you have givenme your names I remember you both."
After a few more words, our friends recognized him as a tall,pale-looking man, with whom they had exchanged greetings more than onceon their passage from Panama.
"I've been down to the Isthmus," he added, "and was on my way home whenthe steamer took fire."
"Where were you when you heard the alarm?"
"Sound asleep in my berth; I had no time even to put on my clothes; but,thank God, if I can escape in any way."
"Stick to us, and help shove this craft, and I'm in hopes we'll fetch upsomewhere by morning."
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