Benita, an African romance eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 282 pages of information about Benita, an African romance.

Benita, an African romance eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 282 pages of information about Benita, an African romance.

Folding up the paper, he undid a button of Benita’s blouse and thrust it away there, knowing that thus she would certainly find it should she survive.  Then he stepped out on to the deck to see what was happening.  The vessel still steamed, but made slow progress; moreover, the list to starboard was now so pronounced that it was difficult to stand upright.  On account of it nearly all the passengers were huddled together upon the port side, having instinctively taken refuge as far as possible above the water.  A man with a white, distraught face staggered towards him, supporting himself by the bulwarks.  It was the captain.  For a moment he paused as though to think, holding to a stanchion.  Robert Seymour saw his opportunity and addressed him.

“Forgive me,” he said; “I do not like interfering with other people’s business, but for reasons unconnected with myself I suggest to you that it would be wise to stop this ship and get out the boats.  The sea is calm; if it is not left till too late there should be no difficulty in launching them.”

The man stared at him absently, then said: 

“They won’t hold everybody, Mr. Seymour.  I hope to beach her.”

“At least they will hold some,” he answered, “whereas——­” And he pointed to the water, which by now was almost level with the deck.

“Perhaps you are right, Mr. Seymour.  It doesn’t matter to me, anyway.  I am a ruined man; but the poor passengers—­the poor passengers!” And he scrambled away fiercely towards the bridge like a wounded cat along the bough of a tree, whence in a few seconds Robert heard him shouting orders.

A minute or so afterwards the steamer stopped.  Too late the captain had decided to sacrifice his ship and save those she carried.  They were beginning to get out the boats.  Now Robert returned to the cabin where Benita was lying senseless, and wrapped her up in a cloak and some blankets.  Then, seeing the second lifebelt on the floor, by an afterthought he put it on, knowing that there was time to spare.  Next he lifted Benita, and feeling sure that the rush would be for the starboard side, on which the boats were quite near the water, carried her, with difficulty, for the slope was steep, to the port-cutter, which he knew would be in the charge of a good man, the second officer, whom he had seen in command there at Sunday boat-drills.

Here, as he had anticipated, the crowd was small, since most people thought that it would not be possible to get this boat down safely to the water; or if their powers of reflection were gone, instinct told them so.  That skilful seaman, the second officer, and his appointed crew, were already at work lowering the cutter from the davits.

“Now,” he said, “women and children first.”

A number rushed in, and Robert saw that the boat would soon be full.

“I am afraid,” he said, “that I must count myself a woman as I carry one,” and by a great effort, holding Benita with one arm, with the other he let himself down the falls and, assisted by a quartermaster, gained the boat in safety.

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