CHAPTER V
THE WATERSPOUT
"That mysterious man--they're speaking of him," said Tom softly, as heturned away. "I'm glad, after all, that he did not keep the stateroomnear mine. There may be no harm in him, and he may be all right, but hecertainly acts queer, and I don't want to have anything to do with him."
Tom retired that night, rocked by the gentle motion of the ship. Heknew, now, that he was not going to be seasick in ordinary weather,though he realized that he still had to undergo the test of a storm.
"I wonder what it's like?" he mused. "There very likely will be bigwaves and a powerful wind. But I hope we don't have one. I want to makea quick voyage, and a storm would delay us."
Then he thought of the storm that had wrecked the _Kangaroo_ and thisbrought the possible fate of his father and mother to his mind. He tookout, and read over again, for perhaps the fiftieth time, the clippingfrom the newspaper that had given him his first hint of the bad news.There were one or two other clippings from other papers, telling thesame story, and a later one, confirming the first dispatch.
"Poor dad and mother!" sighed our hero. "I'm coming to you as fast asI can. Oh! if only there was some way of reaching you by wireless!But, even if the wireless was on their vessel at first," he mused, "itwouldn't work after the wreck. I'll just have to wait."
He stretched out, but it was some time before he got to sleep, and histhoughts were rather sad as they dwelt on the possible fate of hisparents.
"Oh, pshaw!" he finally exclaimed, half aloud. "This won't do! I've gotto be more cheerful." Then he changed his current of thought to thegood times he had had at Elmwood Hall, and soon he felt himself dozingoff, as he recalled the merry midnight suppers he and his chums hadpartaken of.
"And when this trip is over I'm going back there, and have some moregood times," he whispered.
Tom went up on the bridge after breakfast, to find Captain Steeritlooking critically at the barometer.
"Anything wrong?" asked our hero.
"No, not yet. And yet it has fallen a little. I don't just like it, butotherwise the weather is good. I don't see any signs of a storm, so Iguess I won't worry. How did you sleep?"
"Pretty good."
"Do you mind the motion much?"
"Hardly any."
"That's good. I guess we'll make a sailor of you, after a while. Bearound at noon, when we take the observation, and I'll show you howit's done."
"I will," promised Tom, and then he went around the ship, speakingto some of the sailors and officers whom he knew. He also made theacquaintance of several of the passengers. There was one gentleman, aMr. Case, who, with his little son, aged about seven years, was makingthe trip to Australia, where he had a business, near Melbourne. Hehad come to New York with his wife to settle up some affairs, and thechild's mother had died there.
"And now I'm going back," the father confided to Tom. "I am going totry and forget my sorrow--forget it in hard work."
Tom felt a deep sympathy for him, and for the child, and the latterlost no time in making friends with our hero. They had many a romp ondeck, and Tom made up a number of games and amusements for the lad.
The promise of uncertain weather given by the barometer was not kept,and the ship slipped along through the water in a succession of calm,sunny days. Tom had almost forgotten about the strange man now.
Mr. Trendell was not seen on deck, keeping carefully to his stateroom,and Tom heard that he was suffering much from seasickness. He feltsorry for the man, as only a person can who does not suffer from thequalms of the boat's motion.
"Jackie was ill on our trip over," said Mr. Case, the father of Tom'slittle playmate, "but I'm glad to see that he's well going back. Iguess it's the attention you give him that takes his mind off it. Butdon't let him be a bother to you."
"Oh, I like him!" exclaimed Tom, who was fond of children. "He's a goodsailor; eh, Jackie?"
"Sure," answered the little chap. "Come on, now, let's play ring-tosssome more," and Tom complied.
The passengers, of whom there were only about a dozen, had soon madefriends with each other--that is all but the "mysterious one," as Tomstill thought of him,--and they all did what they could to make thetime pass pleasantly.
Tom's sad quest became known to all and he received much sympathy,while Mr. Case told stories of shipwrecks in which persons, believedfor a long time to be lost, had finally been found. This comforted ourhero very much.
"How anyone can remain below on such a night as this I can't see!" onceexclaimed a Mrs. Pendleton, who was taking the trip with her daughter."Such a lovely moon, and such a calm sea! And yet, I understand, Mr.Fairfield," she said to Tom, "that there is a gentleman on board whohasn't yet been out of his stateroom--who takes all his meals there."
"Yes," replied Tom. Nearly all the passengers were out on deck thatevening, enjoying the calm, peaceful night, and looking at thephosphorescent sea, silvered by the moon. "I don't know why he staysbelow unless it is that he is very ill."
"Perhaps no one has invited him out," suggested Mrs. Pendleton, who wasquite impulsive. "Let's go, you and I, Mr. Fairfield."
"Oh, no, mamma!" exclaimed her daughter. "Perhaps he has good reasonsfor being quiet. It is none of our affair."
"But we ought to make it our affair to see that he enjoys the best partof the trip," insisted her mother. "I'm going to get him out."
"No, you must not!" her daughter insisted. "Oh, mamma, you do thestrangest things!" and she laughed. "I have to be watching her all thewhile," she added with a laugh, to the others. "She has no regard forconventionality."
"There's no sense in it," insisted the elder lady. "But I'll not go ifyou don't want me to. There, a big fish just jumped up!" she exclaimed,as there came a splash in the water.
They all crowded to the rail to look, Jackie Case, who had not yet goneto bed, being the most eager.
"Where's the big fish?" he cried. There was quite a swell on, and theboat rolled from side to side at times with a dangerous pitch, but notannoying to those used to it. It was just on one of the occasions whenthe ship slid along, tilting her rail, with the passengers up againstit toward the waves, that little Jackie tried to climb up to thehighest point of vantage.
"I don't see the fish!" he cried, and he leaned over still farther. Inanother instant he had overbalanced, and, with a cry of terror, he hadslipped across the rail.
"There he goes!" cried Mrs. Pendleton. "Jackie has fallen!"
His father came rushing up with a cry of anguish. But Tom had been nearenough to make a grab for the little chap, and he hung fast. Now avoice rang out:
"Man overboard!"
"Man overboard!" repeated the lookout. "Lower the boat!"
There was a clanging of bells in the engine room, as the propeller wasreversed.
"Hold tight, Jackie!" cried Tom, as he tried to get the little fellowback over the rail. "I'll help you. Hold tight!"
But the little boy was too frightened to aid himself and he let go.But now our hero had a better hold and he clung on desperately, untilothers came to his assistance, and then both were helped to a place ofsafety. Tom had gotten pretty wet, but this he did not mind.
"Oh, Jackie! Jackie, my boy!" cried Mr. Case, hugging the little formto him, and then, still clasping his son, the man held out his hand toTom.
"I--I can't thank you now," he said brokenly, "but I may be ableto--sometime."
The accident broke up the pleasant little party on deck, and Tomhurried below to change to dry garments. As he passed the stateroom ofthe mysterious man our hero saw that one of the stewards was speakingthrough the partly-opened door to Mr. Trendell.
"It's all over now," the steward was saying. "A little boy almost felloverboard, and Tom Fairfield went after him."
"Was either recovered? Was Tom Fairfield drowned?" asked the voice ofthe man in the stateroom.
"No, sir. They were both saved. Thank you!" This last obviously inresponse to a tip handed out. The door was closed and Tom passed on.
"Queer," he mused, as he reached his stateroom, "very queer that heshould want to know if I was drowned."
Neither our hero nor little Jackie was any the worse off the nextmorning for the accident. Tom's heroism was the talk of the ship.
"I think the big fish, whatever it was, that caused all the trouble,must have brought the change of weather," said Mrs. Pendleton to Tomthat afternoon. "It isn't as nice as it was."
"Oh, we can't always have good weather," spoke Tom. The day was one oflowering clouds, and as our hero, a little later, went up to the pilothouse, he saw Captain Steerit again studying the barometer.
"Anything wrong?" inquired Tom.
"She's falling again," was the answer. "I don't like it. I think we'rein for a storm."
The wind began to rise about an hour after that, and the cloudsappeared lower than ever, some of them seeming fairly to touch thedistant waves. The rigging hummed and twanged like the strings of aharp. Sailors were hurrying about, making everything snug below andaloft.
"Ha! What's that?" suddenly asked the captain, as the lookout in thebows cried out a warning. The man repeated what he had said, but Tomcould not catch it.
"Look, look, Tom my lad, if you want to see a strange sight!" said thecommander, taking hold of Tom's arm, and directing his gaze off to theleft. "Did you ever see the like before?"
Our hero looked and saw, rising from the ocean, a dark mass of water,twisted into the shape of a funnel, with the upper end whipping aboutand twisting like a snake. At the same moment, from a black andthreatening cloud above, a similar funnel-shaped mass seemed to drop,only the point of it was toward the point in the cone of water.
Suddenly the two met, forming a black pillar, and there was a loudroaring sound.
"What is it?" cried Tom, but, even as he asked he knew what the captainwould say.
"Waterspout! A waterspout, and a big one, too!"
The attention of everyone on board had been called to the strange andthreatening phenomenon by this time, and they all watched it anxiously.
"A waterspout," murmured Tom. "I've often heard about them, but I neversaw one before. What will it do?"
"Break when the whirlwind that caused it dies out," was the answer,"but----" The captain suddenly ceased speaking. Then he cried:
"It's headed right this way! The waterspout is coming toward us!"
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