The Man Who Laughs eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 754 pages of information about The Man Who Laughs.

The Man Who Laughs eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 754 pages of information about The Man Who Laughs.

CHAPTER XIV.

ORTACH.

The reef reappeared.  After the Caskets comes Ortach.  The storm is no artist; brutal and all-powerful, it never varies its appliances.  The darkness is inexhaustible.  Its snares and perfidies never come to an end.  As for man, he soon comes to the bottom of his resources.  Man expends his strength, the abyss never.

The shipwrecked men turned towards the chief, their hope.  He could only shrug his shoulders.  Dismal contempt of helplessness.

A pavement in the midst of the ocean—­such is the Ortach rock.  The Ortach, all of a piece, rises up in a straight line to eighty feet above the angry beating of the waves.  Waves and ships break against it.  An immovable cube, it plunges its rectilinear planes apeak into the numberless serpentine curves of the sea.

At night it stands an enormous block resting on the folds of a huge black sheet.  In time of storm it awaits the stroke of the axe, which is the thunder-clap.

But there is never a thunder-clap during the snowstorm.  True, the ship has the bandage round her eyes; darkness is knotted about her; she is like one prepared to be led to the scaffold.  As for the thunderbolt, which makes quick ending, it is not to be hoped for.

The Matutina, nothing better than a log upon the waters, drifted towards this rock as she had drifted towards the other.  The poor wretches on board, who had for a moment believed themselves saved, relapsed into their agony.  The destruction they had left behind faced them again.  The reef reappeared from the bottom of the sea.  Nothing had been gained.

The Caskets are a figuring iron[7] with a thousand compartments.  The Ortach is a wall.  To be wrecked on the Caskets is to be cut into ribbons; to strike on the Ortach is to be crushed into powder.

Nevertheless, there was one chance.

On a straight frontage such as that of the Ortach neither the wave nor the cannon ball can ricochet.  The operation is simple:  first the flux, then the reflux; a wave advances, a billow returns.

In such cases the question of life and death is balanced thus:  if the wave carries the vessel on the rock, she breaks on it and is lost; if the billow retires before the ship has touched, she is carried back, she is saved.

It was a moment of great anxiety; those on board saw through the gloom the great decisive wave bearing down on them.  How far was it going to drag them?  If the wave broke upon the ship, they were carried on the rock and dashed to pieces.  If it passed under the ship....

The wave did pass under.

They breathed again.

But what of the recoil?  What would the surf do with them?  The surf carried them back.  A few minutes later the Matutina was free of the breakers.  The Ortach faded from their view, as the Caskets had done.  It was their second victory.  For the second time the hooker had verged on destruction, and had drawn back in time.

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