The Veiled Lady and Other Men and Women eBook

Francis Hopkinson Smith
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 240 pages of information about The Veiled Lady and Other Men and Women.

The Veiled Lady and Other Men and Women eBook

Francis Hopkinson Smith
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 240 pages of information about The Veiled Lady and Other Men and Women.

Marrows had heard every word of Captain Joe’s outburst, but he made no answer except to lift his thin elbows and spread his fingers in a deprecatory way, as if in protest.  Baxter maintained a dogged silence;—­ the least said in answer the better.  Captain Joe Bell was not a man either to contradict or oppose;—­better let him blow it all out.  Both owner and skipper determined to take the risk.  The Susie Ann had been laid up all winter awaiting the opening of the spring work, and the successful carrying out of the present venture was Marrows’s only escape from financial ruin, and Baxter’s only chance of getting his back wages.  There was an unpaid bill, too, for caulking, then a year old, lying in Abram’s bureau drawer, together with an account at Mike Lavin’s machine shop for a new set of grate bars, now almost worn out.  Worse than all the bank’s lien on the sloop was due in a few weeks.  What money the sloop earned, therefore, must be earned quickly.

And then again, Abram ruminated, Shark Ledge wasn’t the worst place on the coast,—­despite Captain Joe’s warning,—­especially on this particular morning, when a light wind was blowing off shore.  Plenty of other sloops had delivered stone over their rails to the divers below.  Marrows remembered that he had been out to the Ledge himself when the Screamer came up into the wind and crawled slowly up until her forefoot was within a biscuit toss of the stone pile.

What Marrows forgot was that Captain Bob Brandt of Cape Ann had then held the spokes of the Screamer’s wheel,—­a man who knew every twist and turn of the treacherous tide.

So Baxter shook out the sloop’s jib and mainsail and started on his journey eight miles seaward, with orders to make fast on arrival to the spar buoy which lay within a few hundred yards of the Ledge, and there wait until the tide turned, when she could drop into position to unload.  The tug with all of us on board would follow when we had taken on fresh water and coal.

On the run out Captain Joe watched the sloop until she had made her first tack, then he turned to his work and again busied himself in overhauling his diving dress; tightening the set-screws in his copper collar, re-cording his breastplate and putting new leather thongs in his leaden shoes.  There was some stone on the sloop’s deck which was needed to complete a level down among the black fish and torn cod,—­twenty-two feet down,—­where the sea kelp streamed up in long blades above the top of his helmet and the rock crabs scurried out of his way.  If Baxter didn’t make a “tarnel fool of himself and git into one o’ them swirl-holes,” he intended to get these stones into place before night.

He knew these “holes,” as he did every other swirl around the ledge and what they could do and what they couldn’t.  They were his swirls, really,—­for he had placed every individual fragment of the obstructions that caused them with his own hands, in thirty feet of water.

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