Facing the Flag eBook

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The noise to which I referred, is caused by men hurrying to and fro on deck—­by men heavily laden.  I fancy I can also hear a similar noise in the hold beneath my cabin floor, the entrance to which is situated abaft the foremast.  I also feel that something is scraping against the schooner’s hull.  Have boats come alongside?  Are the crew engaged in loading or unloading merchandise?

And yet we cannot possibly have reached our journey’s end.  The Count d’Artigas said that we should not reach our destination till this afternoon.  Now, I repeat, she was, last night, fully fifty or sixty miles from the nearest land, the group of the Bermudas.  That she could have returned westward, and can be in proximity to the American coast, is inadmissible, in view of the distance.  Moreover, I have reason to believe that the Ebba has remained stationary all night.  Before I fell asleep, I know she had stopped, and I now know that she is not moving.

However, I shall see when I am allowed to go on deck.  My cabin door is still bolted, I find on trying it; but I do not think they are likely to keep me here when broad daylight is on.

An hour goes by, and it gradually gets lighter.  I look out of my porthole.  The ocean is covered by a mist, which the first rays of the sun will speedily disperse.

I can, however, see for a half a mile, and if the three-masted merchantman is not visible, it is probably because she is lying off the other, or port, side of the Ebba.

Presently I hear a key turned in my door, and the bolts drawn.  I push the door open and clamber up the iron ladder to the deck, just as the men are battening down the cover of the hold.

I look for the Count d’Artigas, but do not see him.  He has not yet left his cabin.

Aft, Captain Spade and Engineer Serko are superintending the stowing of some bales, which have doubtless been hoisted from the hold.  This explains the noisy operations that were going on when I was awakened.  Obviously, if the crew are getting out the cargo, we are approaching the end of our voyage.  We are not far from port, and perhaps in a few hours, the schooner will drop anchor.

But what about the sailing ship that was to port of us?  She ought to be in the same place, seeing that there has been and is no wind.

I look for her, but she is nowhere to be seen.  There is not a sail, not a speck on the horizon either east, west, north or south.

After cogitating upon the circumstance I can only arrive at the following conclusion, which, however, can only be accepted under reserve:  Although I did not notice it, the Ebba resumed her voyage while I slept, leaving the three-master becalmed behind her, and this is why the merchantman is no longer visible.

I am careful not to question Captain Spade about it, nor even Engineer Serko, as I should certainly receive no answer.

Besides, at this moment Captain Spade goes to the signalling apparatus and presses one of the buttons on the upper disk.  Almost immediately the Ebba gives a jerk, then with her sails still furled, she starts off eastward again.

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