mutely, working together on the slight foothold that the maintop afforded them, the few boards beneath their feet shaking to the tremendous violence of waves breaking over the decks below, tom lupton and richard hand got first one and then the other of the two men on the maintop with them into the breeches buoy and sent them ashore. in the rigging above, close to the topgallant crosstrees, were two other figures. but even as they worked, getting their second man into the buoy, one of these black huddles that was a man dropped past them and struck the deck with a noise distinct and apart from the noise of the general tumult. in the spectacle of that hopeless black clump falling down past them, in the sound of that blow as it struck the deck, in the quickness with which the shape was swallowed up by the glassy black of the ocean, raging with frothing crests, there was something to make the bravest soul momentarily faint and turn the body sick.

“i’m going after the other,” said keeper tom by gesture. and by gesture dick inquired if he should go, too. tom lupton shook his head. “stay here,” he ordered, and started up the ratlines.

from below, fearful and anxious to aid him but feeling the obligation to obey orders, dick hand watched.

[288]the keeper went up slowly, the wind flattening him against the weather rigging. dick saw him gain the crosstrees and moving toward the lashed man begin work with a sheath knife. after some moments the keeper got the man free. the fellow was so little able to help or move about that the keeper abandoned an evident intention to carry him down the weather rigging on his back. he slashed about with his sheath knife, and dick could make out that he had cut some sail rope. this he proceeded to tie about the man, fastening it under his shoulders and knotting a bowline. very slowly, very cautiously, working on the weather side, the keeper began to lower the man to the maintop. it was a perilous enterprise and was only managed by turns of the rope around a shroud; and it took minutes. but it was accomplished and dick received the man safely.

he contrived to get the fellow in the buoy and away while tom was climbing carefully down.

there remained now the great problem of the people on the mizzenmast. the deck was impassable. not only that, but the ship was beginning to break up. her bow had been bitten off raggedly by the sea. it was impossible to tell where she would split or when. she might break in twain amidships. in that case the mainmast would almost certainly go by the board, dick and tom would both be lost, the connection with the shore would be broken, and in all likelihood not another soul would reach the beach alive.

[289]they had rescued four. there were three on the mizzenmast. a full half of the crew had certainly been drowned, some, perhaps, going down when the foremast had broken off.

something like a miracle happened as dick hand and keeper tom stood together again in the maintop, having sent four men ashore.

a wave of unusual height rose up, shone inkily against the blackness of the sky, curled, and burst, burying the poop deck completely and falling with all its might against the base of the mizzenmast. there was a noise of splitting wood and of rending stays that rose above the loud song of the wind in the rigging, and with a tremendous crash the mizzenmast fell. by some freak of circumstance it fell straight to windward, and the wind and some resisting fibres of wood at the point of fracture retarded its fall. it came down slowly, tearing through the outer main rigging to windward, the mizzen topmast shearing things down. for the moment the mizzenmast rested squarely on the main upper topsail yard halfway out, then as the ship rolled slightly it came inboard and close to the mast. dick and tom, watching anxiously and in terror, waited to see what it would do. but it had done what it had to do. there it rested, close to the mainmast, supported by the main upper topsail yard; there it seemed destined to stay for no one knew just how long—perhaps ten seconds, perhaps ten minutes, perhaps an hour.

[290]but the inexplicable chance which had broken off the mizzenmast and laid it carelessly, like a match, diagonally against the mainmast and close to the maintop had shaken from their lashings two of the three human figures that had been visible on it and had brought the third, and only remaining one, almost within arm’s reach of the two rescuers.

there was no trouble getting him free and into the maintop where the buoy was waiting, empty, ready to give someone a ride to the shore.

he was immovable and partly frozen, lifeless or nearly so. one would not have judged that there could be much chance of saving him even if he were got ashore; but that was not a question to take into consideration.

the wind howled, the sea made an indescribable noise. the two could just manage to strap the man to the buoy and give the signal to haul away.