"a sail! a sail!"

the seas had somewhat abated and the rose of devon was standing on her course under reefed mainsail when the cry sounded.

the vessel they sighted lay low in the water; and since she had one tall mast forward and what appeared to be a lesser mast aft they thought her a ketch. but while they debated the matter the faint sound of guns fired in distress came over the sea; and loosing the reef of their mainsail and standing directly toward the stranger, the men in the rose of devon soon made her out to be, instead, a ship which had lost her mainmast and mizzenmast and was wallowing like a log. while the rose of devon was still far off, her men saw that some of the strange crew were aloft in the rigging and that others were huddled on the quarter-deck; and when, in the late afternoon, she came up under the stranger's stern, the unknown master and his men got down on their knees on the deck and stretched their arms above their bare heads.

"save us," they cried in a doleful voice, "for the lord jesus' sake! for our ship hath six-foot water in the hold and we can no longer keep her afloat."

in all the rose of devon there was not a heart but relented at their lamentable cry, not a man but would do his utmost to lend them aid.

"hoist out thy boat and we will stand by to succour thee," captain candle called. "we can do no more, for we ha' lost our own boat in the storm."

it appeared they had but one boat, which was small, so they must needs divide the crew to leave their vessel, part at one time and part at another; and the seas still ran so high, though wind and wave had moderated, that it seemed impossible they could make the passage. with men at both her pumps the rose of devon lay by the wind, wallowing and plunging, and her own plight seemed a hard one. but the poor stranger, though ever and again she rose on the seas so that the water drained from her scupper-holes, lay for the most part with her waist a-wash and a greater sea than its fellows would rise high on the stumps of mainmast and mizzenmast. her ropes dragged over the side and her sails were a snarl of canvas torn to shreds, and a very sad sight she presented.

three times they tried to hoist out their boat and failed; but the fourth time they got clear, and with four men rowing and one steering and seven with hats and caps heaving out the water, they came in the twilight slowly down the wind past the rose of devon and up into her lee.

the men at the waist of the ship saw more clearly, now, the features of those in the boat, and the one in the stern who handled the great steering oar had in the eyes of philip marsham an oddly familiar look. phil gazed at the man, then he turned to martin and knew he was not mistaken, for martin's mouth was agape and he was on the very point of crying out.

"holla!" martin yelled.

the man in the stern of the boat looked up and let his eyes range along the waist of the ship. not one of all those in sight on board the rose of devon escaped his scrutiny, which was quick and sure; but he looked martin coldly in the face without so much as a nod of recognition; and though his brief glance met phil's gaze squarely and seemed for the moment to linger and search the lad's thoughts, it then passed to the one at phil's side.

it was the thin man who had been martin's companion on the road—it was tom jordan—it was the old one.

martin's face flamed, but he held his tongue.

a line thrown to the boat went out through the air in coils that straightened and sagged down between the foremost thwarts. a sailor in the boat, seizing the line, hauled upon it with might and main. the old one hotly cursed him, and bellowed, "fend off, fend off, thou slubbering clown! thy greed to get into the ship will be the means of drowning us all."

some thrust out oars to fend away from the side of the ship and some held back; but two or three, hungering for safety, gave him no heed and hauled on the rope and struggled to escape out of their little boat, which was already half full of water. the old one then rose with a look of the fiend in his eyes and casting the steering oar at the foremost of them, knocked the man over into the sea, where he sank, leaving a blotch of red on the surface, which was a terrible sight and brought the others to observe the old one's commands.

some cried "save him!" but the old one roared, "let the mutinous dog go!"

perhaps he was right, for there are times when it takes death to maintain the discipline that will save many lives. at all events it was then too late to save either the man or the boat, for although they strove thereafter to do as the old one bade them, the boat had already thumped against the side of the ship and it was each man for himself and the devil take the last. the men above threw other ropes and bent over to give a hand to the poor fellows below, and all but the man who had sunk came scrambling safe on board.

the old one leaned out and looked down at the boat, which lay full of water, with a great hole in her side.

"i would have given my life sooner than let this happen," he said. "there are seven men left on board our ship, who trusted me to save them. indeed, i had not come away but these feared lest without the master you should refuse to take them. what say ye, my baw-cocks, shall we venture back for our shipmates?"

looking down at the boat and at the gaping holes the sea had stove by throwing her against the rose of devon, the men made no reply.

"not one will venture back? is there no one of ye?"

"'twere madness," one began. "we should—"

"see! she hath gone adrift!"

and in truth, her gunwales under water, the boat was already drifting astern. at the end of the painter, which a rose of devon's man still held, there dangled a piece of broken board.

"let us bring thy ship nigh under the lee of mine," the old one cried to captain candle. "it may be that by passing a line we can yet save them."

"it grieves me sorely to refuse them aid, but to approach nearer, with the darkness now drawing upon us, were an act of folly that might well cost the lives of us all. mine own ship is leaking perilously and in this sea, were the two to meet, both would most certainly go down."

the old one looked about and nodded. "true," said he. "there is no recovering the boat and darkness is upon us. let us go as near to the ship as we may and bid them have courage till morning, when, god willing, we shall try to get aboard and save them."

"that we will. and i myself will con the ship."

leaning over the rail, tom jordan, the old one, called out, "holla, my hearts! the boat hath gone adrift with her sides stove; but do you make a raft and keep abroad a light until morning, when god helping us, we will endeavor to get you aboard."

perceiving for the first time that the boat was gone and there was no recovering her, those left on board the wreck gave a cry so sad that it pierced the hearts of all in the rose of devon, whose men saw them through the dusk doing what they could to save themselves; and presently their light appeared.

working the rose of devon to windward of the wreck, captain candle lay by, but all his endeavours could not avail to help them, for about ten o'clock at night, three hours after the old one and his ten men had got on board the rose of devon, their ship sank and their light went out and seven men lost their lives.

the old one, standing beside captain candle, had watched the light to the last. "it is a bitter grief to bear," he said, "for they were seven brave men. a master could desire no better mariners. 'tis the end of the blue friggat from virginia, bound for portsmouth, wanting seven weeks."

"a man can go many years to sea without meeting such a storm."

"yea! three days ago when the wind was increasing all night we kept only our two courses abroad. at daybreak we handed our main course, but before we had secured it the storm burst upon us so violently that i ordered the foreyard lowered away; but not with all their strength could the men get it down, and of them all not one had a knife to cut away the sail, for they wore only their drawers without pockets; so the gale drove us head into the sea and stopped our way and a mighty sea pooped us and filled us and we lay with only our masts and forecastle out of the water. i myself, being fastened to the mizzenmast with a rope, had only my head out of water. yea, we expected to go straight down to the bottom, but god of his infinite goodness was pleased to draw us from the deep and another sea lifted up our ship. we got down our foresail and stowed it and bored holes between the decks to let the water into the hold and by dint of much pumping we kept her afloat until now. in all we have lost eight lives this day and a sad day it is."

"from virginia, wanting seven weeks," captain candle mused.

captain jordan stole a swift glance at him but saw no suspicion in his face.

"yea, from virginia."

"you shall share mine own cabin but i fear you have come only from one wreck to another."

the two captains sat late that night at the table in the great cabin, one on each side, and ate and drank. there was fine linen on the table, and bread of wheat flour with butter less than two weeks from the dairy, and a fine old cheese, and a mutton stew, and canary and sack and aqua vitæ. at midnight they were still lingering over the suckets and almonds and comfits that the boy had set before them; and the boy, nodding in uncontrollable drowsiness as he stood behind his master's chair, strove to keep awake.

the murmuring voices of the men at the helm came faintly through the bulkhead, and up from below the deck came the creak of whipstaff and tiller. the moon, shining through the cabin window, added its wan light to the yellow radiance from the swinging lanthorns, and stars were to be seen. so completely had wind and weather changed in a night and a day that, save for the long rolling swell, the great gap where waist and boat and capstan had gone, the hole stuffed with blankets and rugs and hammocks, the stump of a mizzenmast, and the rescued men on board—save for these, a man might have forgotten storms and wrecks.

"you are well found," said captain thomas jordan, tilting his glass and watching the wine roll toward the brim; "yea, and we are in good fortune." his thin face, as he lifted his brows and slightly smiled at his host, settled into the furrowed wrinkles that had won him the name of the old one.

"we can give such entertainment as is set before you," his host drily replied. francis candle was too shrewd a man to miss his guest's searching appraisal of the cabin and its furnishings. in his heart he already distrusted the fellow.