The Iron Boys on the Ore Boats; or, Roughing It on the Great Lakes

by Percy F. Westerman

  CHAPTER XIX

  IN THE GRIP OF THE WAVES

  "SOMEBODY overboard!" said the captain sharply.

  "Who?" demanded Steve, in an equally sharp tone as his relief took thewheel from his hands.

  "I don't know."

  Just then the figure of a man was seen to leap from the top of the afterdeck-house into the raging sea.

  Bob Jarvis had been clinging to a ladder that the chief engineer washolding up against the whistle pipe, the valve of the whistle havingworked loose. The engineer had asked Bob to help him as a favor, whichthe lad was glad to do, though that was not his department. It was aticklish position in which to work, and at any moment a lurch of theship might throw the ladder over and throw the Iron Boy into the sea. Hegave no heed to the danger of his position, for he was rapidly becominga true sailor.

  Suddenly, as though some instinct had told him to do so, Bob turned hishead and glanced over the deck to the forward deck-house. As he did sohe uttered an exclamation. Little Marie had just descended the stepsfrom her father's quarters, and was already on the main deck. In herarms she carried several parcels.

  "Go back!" roared Jarvis.

  The words were driven back down his throat by the wind, and if the childunderstood his gestures she did not heed them.

  Bob groaned.

  "Let me down, quick! The child is trying to get aft and she'll nevermake it."

  With rare presence of mind, Jarvis gave the whistle lever five quick,short jerks, sending forth as many blasts, the signal of danger.Instantly some one shouted a sharp warning.

  By this time the lad had slid down the ladder and was making for theedge of the deck-house to drop down to the deck. He halted all of asudden. Bob tried to cry out, but the words would not come. He felt asickening sensation sweep over him, and a sudden dizziness tookpossession of him.

  A white-crested wave had risen up out of the sea right alongside of thebig steel ore carrier. For a moment it hung trembling over the ship likean avenging monster. Then suddenly it swooped down. It reminded Jarvisof a steam clam shell scooping up ore. He was thinking calmly now, andhe was planning what he should do an instant later.

  The green scoop dipped, lifted the little Marie clear of the deck, thenraised her high above the steel hatch covers.

  A faint cry floated back to where the Iron Boy was standing as thecaptain's daughter was carried over the opposite side of the ship anddropped into the sea.

  A great shout escaped Bob Jarvis. Lifting himself to his toes he took along curving dive from the deck-house. He cleared the ship's rail withplenty of room to spare, entering the water head first just at the baseof a huge swell.

  In an almost incredibly short time his hatless head bobbed up on theother side of the swell, leaving him struggling alone on the roughwaters. The ship had slipped quickly by. But already her propeller wasbeating the water with all the force of the steam power behind it,turned on full, in an effort to start the ship going astern.

  Steve had rushed out on deck the instant he was relieved. Unmindful ofthe seas that were again breaking over the deck as the ship shifted herposition, he dashed aft, drenched to the skin and battered this way andthat by the angry combers as they roared curling aboard.

  A sailor ran panting up the stairs to the pilot-house.

  "It's the little girl!" cried the sailor. "Your daughter's overboardand Jarvis has gone after her. They'll both be drowned!"

  "Port your helm a little," said the skipper in a calm, steady voice, ashe turned to the wheelman. "Steady!"

  Springing to the telephone he called up the after deck-house.

  "Have boat Number 6 manned and swung out ready for launching. Have menstand by with life-lines and rings ready to cast if we come up withthem. You stand by and watch out astern."

  The commands were delivered in quick, sharp accents, but there was notrace of excitement either in the captain's tone or on his features. Hewas every inch the commander, cool, calm, resourceful. Years ofcommanding had taught him that to be a master of others one must firstbe the master of himself and of his own emotions.

  "Where are they? Do you see them?" shouted Rush, as he dashed to theafter rail of the ship where a number of men were standing with pale,frightened faces.

  A hand pointed astern where, a second or so later, Steve caught sight ofthe bobbing head of his companion.

  "Has he got the child?" Rush cried.

  "Yes. Leastwise, he had a minute ago. It was a lucky chance. You see, hejumped just in time and the girl was fairly swept into his arms."

  "It was not chance," retorted Steve. "Bob knew what he was doing."

  Steve was pacing up and down the after deck, scarcely able to restrainhimself from leaping into the sea and going to his companion'sassistance. He knew, however, that the chances were that he would neverbe able to reach the struggling figure off there. At any rate the ship,which was now beating its way astern at a very fair rate of speed, wouldget to the spot before he could possibly hope to do so, even if he wereable to make it at all.

  Far up above the decks in the pilot-house with glasses to his eyes,stood the skipper, calm, stern, alert, now and then giving a briefcommand to the man at the wheel in a voice in which there was still nohint of nervousness or excitement.

  The first mate gazed at his commander in wonder. There were Iron Boys inthat ship's company and there was a master who was also iron.

  "I think you had better go aft, Mr. Major," directed the skipper. "Takecharge back there. We are going to have difficulty in getting themaboard, even if they keep up until we get to them. The boy is making agreat fight of it."

  "Aye, aye, sir. Has he the girl still?"

  "Yes. He is trying to keep her head above water until we get to him, butI'm afraid she'll drown before we can help them."

  The first mate hurried from the pilot-house, starting aft at a run. Hebegan shouting out his orders before he reached the stern. He foundSteve Rush with coat and shoes off, poised on the rail of the plungingstern, the water dashing over him as he clung with one hand to astanchion.

  "You are not going to try to go over, Rush?" he shouted.

  "There's no need now," answered the boy, not for an instant taking hiseyes from the two figures off there in the water.

  The ship was drawing near and it was observable that Jarvis was notbattling as strongly as he had before. They knew that he was becomingexhausted from his desperate struggle with the great seas that weresweeping him.

  "Man boat Number 6 and put it over!" commanded the mate.

  "No use to do that," called Rush. "It will not live. Better put over thelines at the proper time."

  "No; it is the captain's orders to launch Number 6 boat. I want twomen."

  Nearly every man there stepped forward. They glanced at Rush. He wasstill on the rail. He had made no effort to volunteer for the dangerousservice. They wondered at it, but they knew the boy's courage too wellto think for a moment that he had been deterred from offering to go outin the life-boat through fear. There were those present who would haveresented such an imputation.

  Steve cast a disapproving glance at the mate who was then superintendingthe launching of the craft. The men who were to go out in it already hadtaken their places in the boat, that had been provided with ropes, liferings and life preservers.

  At command the boat was swung out, the men standing up and steadyingtheir craft by pressing their oars against the sides of the ship itself.

  "Careful that you do not fall out!" warned Mr. Major. "I will give thecommand to let go. When I do so drop to your seats and out oars."

  "Aye, aye, sir."

  "Shut off!" shouted Rush. "You'll run them down!"

  The mate made a signal to the captain, but the latter had timed theprogress of his vessel too well to need the signal. Already thepropeller had ceased revolving and the captain was giving his directionsto the wheelman so as to throw the stern to one side of the strugglingboy.

  Captain Simms' plan was to drift down on Jarvis and the child,
with thesea. Perhaps it was not the best thing to do, but it was the quickestand seconds were golden at that critical moment.

  "Let go!" roared the mate.

  The life-boat struck the water with a splash. Instantly it was picked upon the crest of a giant roller, lifted high in the air, and hurledagainst the side of the ship with terrific force.

  With a sickening crash the life-boat was crushed into splinters,precipitating the crew into the rough sea.

  Rush leaped from the rail to the deck. He had been ready to do so whenhe saw what the mate proposed to do. He foresaw the end of thelife-boat, and perhaps of the men who were manning her, even before theymade a start to obey the orders of the mate.

  Grasping a life ring to which a long line had been attached, Stevehurled it over the side of the ship.

  "Grab the line!" he shouted to one of the men next to him. "Watch outand haul in when you get your man hooked."

  Another life ring dropped over the side of the ship and the line to thisSteve passed to another man. Both struggling sailors in the waterfastened to the life rings that had been dropped within easy reach ofthem, thanks to the careful aim of the Iron Boy.

  Steve saw that the two were reasonably safe; then, grabbing up anotherring, he sprang to the rail on the port side.

  Bob Jarvis and the girl were drifting in, buffeted this way and that byone huge wave after another. The girl's head was drooping over Bob'sleft shoulder.

  "Can you make it?" bellowed Rush.

  "I don't know." Bob's voice sounded far away.

  Steve was watching him with keen, steady eyes. The lad felt sure thatthey never would get aboard without at least serious injury.

  "Kick the ship ahead a couple of turns!" shouted Rush in a tone ofcommand.

  The word was transmitted to the captain in the pilot-house by gestures.

  The captain gave the signal, but not quite quickly enough to accomplishwhat Rush had hoped for. He wanted the ship advanced a few feet so thatJarvis and his burden would drift past the stern where they could bepulled up without the danger of being crushed against the side of theship.

  Before the propeller had made one complete revolution the stern of the"Richmond" was hit by a giant wave and then by another. The vessel itseemed was literally lifted from the water and thrown to one side. Thatwas the side where Bob Jarvis was struggling to save himself and thecaptain's daughter.

  Illustration: Another Figure Dived from the Rail.

  Bob saw what was going to happen. The plucky lad held the child off atarm's length, as far away from the oncoming ship as possible, while withthe other hand he sought to break the force of the blow.

  The side of the ship hit Jarvis a tremendous blow. The lad's arm doubledunder him and his head drooped forward on the water.

  "He's killed!" cried the watchers.

  Splash!

  Another figure had dived from the rail. It was Steve. His dive took himright under Bob and his burden. Rush came up the other side and struckout for the couple with long, powerful strokes.