She was about to turn and head back to her stateroom to ride out the storm when she caught a glimpse of ghostly white movement at the stern of the ship. Wiping the rain from her eyes, Ailish looked more closely and was surprised to see it was Dimples. The foolish animal was wandering loose on the deck! In this gale, she’d be washed overboard and no one would notice.
Ailish immediately sprang into action, struggling against the fierce wind and rain as she groped her way toward the wayward ewe. The deck had become slick and she had trouble finding her footing. She flinched as a bright bolt of lightning sliced through the sky telling her the storm was far from abating.
“Dimples!” she called. “Come here, you silly sheep!” It was then that Ailish noticed something very odd indeed.
Dimples had lost weight.
In fact, she was positively skinny!
Then Ailish saw the small bundle curled up on the deck. It was a lamb, a wee, newborn lamb. No wonder Dimples had been so fat. She’d had a baby and must have tried to get as far away from the rest of the flock as was possible on a ship.
Ailish wrapped her arms around the soaking sheep. “Dimples, my girl, your timing is terrible.”
Dimples looked up at her with big brown eyes and made a chuckling sound deep in her throat. Her tone sounded a tiny bit smug and a lot unrepentant.
Carefully, Ailish scooped up the tiny lamb in her arms as she tried to reassure both mother and baby. “Come on you two. We’re going back to the pen. You’ll be warm and safe in the stable.”
As she turned to struggle back down the deck, something out of place caught her eye. She squinted to clear her vision.
Lying on top of the automatic release mechanism was the huge wrench she’d seen Dalton wielding earlier. It was precariously close to the edge of the housing. If the movement of the ship caused it to slip, the wrench would fall into the machine smashing the complicated gears and wheels and releasing the cable to free fall into the sea!
Ailish hurried to the stable and tucked the lamb safely into a warm dry corner, laying it on the straw, where Dimples contentedly nuzzled her newborn.
The wind was a howling demon as she searched the deck for someone strong enough to lift the tool. She caught sight of Dalton’s hulking form, swathed in his foul weather gear, high above on the catwalk that spanned the wide deck.
Not her first choice, but there was no time to find another deckhand. Ailish called out to him. Her words were carried away with the shrieking wind. Scrambling closer, she called again; still it was no good. The clang and bang of the cable machines as they laboured was the only noise loud enough to be heard over the roar of the storm.
With trepidation, she started up the rain-slicked ladder that led to the treacherous catwalk. The force of the wind buffeted her and only by grabbing the metal railing with both hands and pulling herself up rung by rung was she able to climb. Once at the top, the tempest ripped at her mercilessly.
Ailish dragged herself forward. “Mr. Dalton! Mr. Dalton! You’ve got to come with me!” She grabbed his arm to get his attention. “You left a large tool on the release mechanism and it’s going to fall in!”
He turned on her, furious. “I did no such thing! Loose talk like that will get you killed. Now, get off me, you poor excuse for a powder monkey, or I’ll flay you alive.” With a mighty swing of his arm, he lifted Ailish off her feet and sent her flying, as easily as one would flick away a pesky gnat.
She desperately tried to grab something to hold onto, but the railing was slippery and she fell, tumbling down the steps and hitting the deck below with a hard thump that knocked the wind out of her. The force of the landing sent her rolling out of control across the rain-soaked planking directly toward the open edge of the ship.
It all happened in an instant.
Screaming, Ailish felt herself flung into the frigid darkness.
Whirling and spinning, she plummeted downward, dread closed her throat as she waited to slam into the icy waves far below.
With a bone-jarring whump, she landed, not on the hard surface of the sea, but on a solid wooden ledge. Scrabbling with frozen fingertips, Ailish managed to grip a cleat nailed to the structure and hang on. She groaned as she sucked air back into battered lungs. Terror seized her anew as the waves, like deadly dragon talons, clawed at her each time the ship rolled and her precarious perch dipped closer to the iron-grey ocean.
She’d fallen onto the shroud of one of the huge paddle wheels that flanked either side of the Great Eastern’s hull. The ship seemed to sail smoothly enough on the deck, but here, suspended so far over the churning water, she was tossed about like a rag doll with each wave surge. Spray as cold as witch’s spit made everything slimy.
Her fingertips grew bloody as she desperately clung to the small wooden board attached to the paddle wheel housing. How long she could hang on, she wasn’t sure. Ailish struggled to get closer to the side of the ship and away from the edge of the narrow platform. One thing was certain; it wouldn’t be long before the sea claimed her.
“Help! Down here on the paddlewheel!” she yelled, then listened intently, hopelessly, for an answering cry. But all she heard was the storm’s unceasing wail. To Ailish’s desperate ears, it sounded like Davy’s voice calling out, a lamentation by her graveside. “Please save me!” she shouted back into the dark face of the storm, knowing there was no one there.
She thought of her da and tears, as salty as the seawater drenching her, trickled down her cheeks. She hadn’t found his magical golden horse. Her father would spend the rest of his days wondering what had happened to her. Rufus Dalton would never tell. She realized with a pang that she wanted to say so many things to her da, like how much she loved him and that they were a great team. Now she wouldn’t get the chance.
The water was near freezing and Ailish soon felt a numbness stealing through her entire body. She laid her head on her arms, too weak to do more than wait for the inevitable.
“O’Connor! Up here!”
She must be near death, she decided. She could hear God calling her name.
“Lad, look up!”
Ailish slowly lifted her head. Someone had called her, and it wasn’t God!
“Here! I’m here!” She rasped weakly as she blinked, straining to see through the blinding rain. Blurrily, she could make out the face of Paddy Whelan, leaning over the ship’s side with a rope and round life preserver.
“I’ll drop this down to you, lad. Put the ring over your head and I’ll draw you up!”
She nodded, no breath left to answer.
With sluggish fingers, she grabbed at the preserver and dragged it over her head and under her arms. “Pull!” she called.
Paddy hauled on the rope. Ailish held tightly as she was lifted off her aerie only to be dangled perilously over the dark sea below. She closed her eyes, not daring to look down.
She swayed and twirled, holding on with the last of her strength, then after what seemed an eternity, she felt Paddy take hold and gather her to him. She was safe, safe at last. Death moaned in defeat and fled as great wracking sobs welled up from her chest.
“How did you know I was here?” she hiccupped, wiping her snotty nose on her sleeve.
“I went below to meet you and found the note you’d written and beside it, one in the dust telling me to come to the starboard paddlewheel. I heard you calling and looked over the edge. I don’t mind admitting, I was scared when I saw you stuck down there.”
“That makes two of us, Paddy.” Her head spun with relief. Had the strange wailing she’d heard been real? Had Davy called to her? Surely, it had only been the wind.
But it must have been her friend. Seeing the desperate situation, had he realized it would take more than he could do to save her? Had he left the second note sending Paddy, who was bigger and stronger, to rescue her while he… what? While he went to round up a posse to join in the rescue? She glanced about for him, then like a thunderbolt, she remembered what else was about to happen. “Paddy, we have to
stop a disaster! There’s a huge wrench going to fall into the automatic release mechanism. The machine will be destroyed!”
Paddy didn’t argue. He took her arm and together they struggled back to the large piece of intricate machinery. They both spotted the cumbersome tool at the moment it finished its last slide and disappeared into the housing. Immediately, an ominous grinding sound started up.
“It’s going to seize at any second. We’ve got to get that wrench out!” Paddy raced to the wheels and reached into the shrieking apparatus. Ailish watched helplessly as her friend tried to free the tool. After several futile moments, Paddy shook his head. One of his arms was bloody from tearing vainly at the wrench. “It’s no good. The blasted thing is already wedged in. If I could pry the gears...”
Ailish saw a lifeboat hanging from a davit against the outside of the hull and ran to it, then faltered, staring down. Sixty feet below, the hungry sea reared up as if trying for a second chance to devour her. Terror squeezed her in its paralyzing fist and her muscles refused to obey. “No, no, no!” she hissed through clenched teeth, fighting to regain control. Desperately, she wanted to run and hide, but the cable could be destroyed and that was bigger than her fear.
Taking a deep breath, she scrambled onto the boat as it hung suspended over the ocean far below. The wind rocked and shook the small craft as she released one end of the tarpaulin and climbed inside. It was dark but dry under the cover, and she felt around for what she needed. At last her fingers closed on her prize. Grabbing the oak oar, she clambered back to the deck and then hurried to Paddy.
“Use this!”
Paddy took the stout length of wood and wedged it under the wrench, then leaned on it with all his might. With a crack, the wooden oar splintered in two, but not before the wrench popped out of the wheel assembly.
“Paddy, you did it!” Ailish cheered, swiping at the rain in her eyes.
“What’s going on here?” a harsh voice growled.
Ailish and Paddy whirled to see Dalton and several of his men standing behind them. In the eerie light from the storm, they appeared menacing gargoyles and Ailish took a step backward as a wash of pure menace rolled off Dalton and engulfed her.
“The Fenian scum is trying to sabotage the cable! You’ll hang for this, Whelan,” Dalton snarled. “Unless you’ve decided to take my offer…”
“You never give up, do you, Dalton? The answer’s still no. Now, shove off.” Paddy turned to check the damaged wheel.
“You drove that spike through the cable and when that didn’t work, you decided to try again tonight. No man aboard will see it differently!”
In the wavering glow from the lone electric lamp high on the mast, Dalton looked a true demon. Summoning her courage again, Ailish stepped forward. “No, Paddy’s trying to save the cable!” she shouted. “You left a wrench lying over the machinery today and it fell in during the storm. I tried to warn you, but you wouldn’t listen. Instead, you almost killed me and caused a cable disaster!”
The smirk on Dalton’s face faltered and his men saw it. She realized she’d committed a grave error. Not only had she caught Dalton making a careless blunder, she had exposed him in front of his men.
His eyes grew as cold as the icy Atlantic. “A bald-faced lie! You and Whelan set this up.”
He lunged for her but Paddy stepped between. “You’re the problem here, Dalton. Don’t blame O’Connor.”
Ailish could see doubt cross the men’s faces. It was hard to lead an army if your troops thought you were incompetent and now, the seeds had been planted. She almost felt sorry for the fiend, almost… but not quite. Anyone could make a mistake, but the right thing to do was to own up to it and try to make amends. Dalton had done neither.
“What’s the problem, Mr. Dalton?”
Ailish turned to see the tall figure of Cyrus Field striding through the torrential downpour. “Mr. Field! Thank goodness.” She rushed to his side. “Sir… Paddy freed a wrench that had fallen into the wheels and now Mr. Dalton is accusing him of attempting to wreck the automatic release mechanism!”
“The Irishman’s up to no good, sir.” The crew chief interrupted. “We found him doing his best to sabotage the cable in the hopes the storm would hide his tampering.”
Ailish looked at Dalton in surprise. He was fast on his feet, that was sure.
The soft-spoken gentleman looked about the rain-washed deck and saw the wrench and the broken oar. “Did anyone actually see Mr. Whelan attempting to destroy the machine?”
Dalton didn’t answer.
“Then did anyone see him trying to save the machine?” Cyrus Field asked.
“Yes sir. I did.” Ailish spoke up as she shot Dalton a meaningful glare. “Paddy is not the one at fault here.”
“You’re not going to take a stowaway Irish brat’s word are you, Mr. Field?” Dalton asked in his gravelly voice. “I’ll wager my rum ration they’re in this together.”
“In America, Mr. Dalton, a man is innocent until proven guilty. I see no reason to dispute Mr. O’Connor’s word. It appears some inept sailor left the wrench where it could wreak havoc. I think we narrowly averted a disaster here this evening.” Mr. Field turned and walked away into the rainy night.
Dalton jabbed Paddy with his finger. “That does it, Whelan. You signed your own death warrant.” Then he and his men strode back down Oxford Street.
Ailish feared he meant what he’d said and Paddy’s life was now in real danger.
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Fenians Aboard!
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Saturday morning arrived with a cloudless sky and air that smelled washed and clean. Ailish had decided to steer clear of Mr. Dalton for as long as possible and was busy playing with Dimples and her new lamb when Paddy walked up, swinging a basket brimming with freshly baked buns.
“I’m supposed to be working in the cable tank today, but since I’m injured from last night’s adventure,” he showed her his bandaged arm, “I asked Dalton if I could work up on deck instead. He wasn’t going to let me, but Mr. Field was there, saw my wounds, and suggested that would be prudent. I thought Dalton was going to choke he was so angry, so I decided I’d best leave.”
Paddy’s face became serious. “I wanted to say thank you for what you did last night, O’Connor. I’m not used to anyone sticking up for me.” He handed her the basket. “These are for your pet.”
Ailish beamed. “Dimples, say thank you.”
“Baaaa,” the ewe obediently replied.
“You too, Rainbow.”
The lamb gave a small bleat.
She fed two of the warm buns to the polite ewe, and then stroked Rainbow’s velvet ears. “I said nothing but the truth, and anyway, it’s me who should be thanking you. You saved my life.”
Paddy folded his arms. “I might not have made it in time if you hadn’t written me that note.”
Ailish shook her head. “That wasn’t me. Davy must have left it and then gone in search of more help, but I haven’t been to the machinery hold today to ask him about it. Charlie’s probably got him working again. He’s an amazing fellow.” She didn’t care anymore how obstinate and frustrating Davy could be; she trusted him and wanted their friendship to continue.
“I didn’t think there was anyone down there slaving except swabbies like me.” Paddy smiled. “I’m glad I could be of service. I’d say we make a fine pair.”
Ailish hugged the tiny sheep. “Isn’t Rainbow beautiful?” She said, not expecting an answer. “His fleece is so soft. I can already see him running and doing little sheepy things in a sunny meadow in Newfoundland.”
Paddy looked from the lamb to Ailish. “O’Connor, you do know why these animals are on board, don’t you?”
Ailish stopped cuddling Rainbow. She really hadn’t thought much about it, and then with a horrifying lurch, Henry the cook’s words came back to her. He said he hadn’t minded giving Dimples the buns and molasses because it would end up in the same pla
ce anyway.
The same place – on the table! They were fresh meat!
The animals were on board to feed the crew. “No, this can’t be! Paddy, we have to save Dimples and Rainbow. Please. We can’t let them end up as, as,” she swallowed, “mutton stew and lamb chops!”
Paddy burst out laughing in that big way he had as Ailish anxiously looked from ewe to lamb and then back to Paddy.
“Oh, stop looking like that, laddie. Dalton wants me in the tank for some reason, so give me a half hour and then we’ll go see Henry and perhaps, with a small incentive,” he winked at her, “our cook could be persuaded to go with roast chicken and not lamb stew.”
Paddy disappeared for a long while, then true to his word, came to get her. His timing was perfect as Ailish was about to stop for a bite to eat.
“Our crew chief’s a nasty one, but no quitter,” Paddy said as they made their way belowdecks. “He wanted me in the tank so he could demand my money again or he’d expose me. He said the incident last night would prove my guilt, or that’s how everyone on board would see it.”
Ailish knew the lengths the man would go to. “I’m amazed at how hard Mr. Dalton works for other people’s fortunes. Come on, we have to plead for a stay of execution for Dimples and son.”
They spoke to the cook and though Ailish couldn’t prove it, she was sure money was exchanged as Henry assured her the pets would be safe. His only stipulation was that she had to take them with her once they reached shore as he didn’t want to explain to the captain how these two escaped the menu.
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Ailish and Paddy had no sooner returned to the deck when the air was rent by the sound they all dreaded – the terrible gong. She shuddered, wanting to cover her ears to block out the ominous tolling.
The ship sprang to life. Orders were shouted and men manned machines as they braced for what would come next.
“Stay here,” Paddy ordered, then ran to help.
Anxiously Ailish waited the long hours it took to slow the ship, cut the cable and transfer it to the bow, before reeling it back in. She heard the men say it would be a difficult time as there was more than two thousand fathoms of water under the ship’s keel and four tons of cable trying to break free.
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