Jack Tier eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 654 pages of information about Jack Tier.

“Ay, ay, sir,” answered Jack, coming quietly out of his hole, from forward of the mast, and moving aft as if indifferent to the danger, by stepping lightly from thwart to thwart, until he reached the stern-sheets.

“It is your turn, little Jack,” said Spike, as if in a sort of sorrowful submission to a necessity that knew no law, “we cannot spare you the room.”

“I have expected this, and am ready.  Let me have my own way, and I will cause you no trouble.  Poor Biddy has taught me how to die.  Before I go, however, Stephen Spike, I must leave you this letter.  It is written by myself, and addressed to you.  When I am gone, read it, and think well of what it contains.  And now, may a merciful God pardon the sins of both, through love for His Divine Son.  I forgive you, Stephen; and should you live to escape from those who are now bent on hunting you to the death, let this day cause you no grief on my account.  Give me but a moment of time, and I will cause you no trouble.”

Jack now stood upon the seat of the stern-sheets, balancing himself with one foot on the stern of the boat.  He waited until the yawl had risen to the summit of a wave, when he looked eagerly for the man-of-war’s cutter.  At that moment she was lost to view in the trough of the sea.  Instead of springing overboard, as all expected, he asked another instant of delay.  The yawl sank into the trough itself, and rose on the succeeding billow.  Then he saw the cutter, and Wallace and Mulford standing in its bows.  He waved his hat to them, and sprang high into the air, with the intent to make himself seen; when he came down the boat had shot her length away from the place, leaving him to buffet with the waves.  Jack now managed admirably, swimming lightly and easily, but keeping his eyes on the crests of the waves, with a view to meet the cutter.  Spike now saw this well-planned project to avoid death, and regretted his own remissness in not making sure of Jack.  Everybody in the yawl was eagerly looking after the form of Tier.

“There he is on the comb of that sea, rolling over like a keg!” cried the boatswain.

“He ’s through it,” answered Spike, “and swimming with great strength and coolness.”

Several of the men started up involuntarily and simultaneously to look, hitting their shoulders and bodies together.  Distrust was at its most painful height; and bull-dogs do not spring at the ox’s muzzle more fiercely than those six men throttled each other.  Oaths, curses, and appeals for help, succeeded; each man endeavouring, in his frenzied efforts, to throw all the others overboard, as the only means of saving himself.  Plunge succeeded plunge; and when that combat of demons ended, no one remained of them all but the boatswain.  Spike had taken no share in the struggle, looking on in grim satisfaction, as the Father of Lies may be supposed to regard all human strife, hoping good to himself, let the result be what it might to others.  Of the five men who thus went overboard, not one escaped.  They drowned each other by continuing their maddened conflict in an element unsuited to their natures.

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