It was mid-afternoon by the time that the ripped bag had been patched with canvas, carefully sewn with stout waxed thread and then pitched with a resinous mixture compounded by the captain. By this time, too, the lockers had been filled with provisions from the yacht’s pantry, many of them in concentrated form especially selected by the professor for his projected expedition, the object of which still remained a mystery. When this had been done, there was nothing left to be accomplished but the launching of the Wondership. The sea remained smooth, but without question the island was sinking rapidly. This made the need for haste imperative. Yet As for clothes, they could take only what they had on; for when the work of loading was complete, the Wondership carried a pretty heavy cargo, besides the six persons who were to travel in her. This number, too, was augmented by a seventh in the person of Judkins. Feeble groans from his cabin had led to the discovery that the injured man had been left behind by his companions. He was carried out and placed in the machine before it was launched so as to lose no time later in hoisting his helpless form over the side. The tackles by which the craft had been hauled When all was in readiness and the Wondership floated alongside, they descended by the companionway, and a few minutes later the engine was started. As they glided off to the westward, they noticed that the island was almost awash. Before they had gone five miles, nothing was visible but the masts of the yacht and her yellow funnel. Within ten minutes more these, too, had vanished, and they knew that the Valkyrie had ended her last cruise. They were alone on the ocean. Their plan was to keep on a due westerly course, which would bring them in time to land, without fail. Once landed, the proposal was for a part of the castaways to strike off and seek out The bulky machine did not draw as much water as might have been anticipated, owing to its broad displacement and the lightness of the metal of which it was built. In fact, under different circumstances, the voyagers would have enjoyed the novel experience. Except for the hum of the propeller at the fore-end of the craft she moved noiselessly through the water. All vibration and jar were absent, and the motion could only be compared to that of some gracefully gliding water bird. “What speed are we makin’?” asked Captain Sprowl, who was leaning back in his cushioned seat smoking luxuriously like a magnate in his motor car. “About twenty miles an hour,” was Jack’s reply after a glance at the speed-registering device, “That ought to bring us in sight of shore before very long,” commented the captain, “I’d like to land before dark. This coast ain’t very thickly inhabited, so far as I know, and them as do live there may not have a very hearty ‘welcome’ on their door mat for us.” “We’ve got plenty of rifles and ammunition,” declared Tom boldly, “in case anyone attacks us.” “A good way to keep out of trouble, son, is not to go lookin’ for it,” was the captain’s response, Tom looked abashed and said nothing. But Dick struck in with a question. “There are savages ashore, then?” he asked. “Wa’al, I ain’t sayin’ no and I ain’t sayin’ yes,” said the captain evasively; “but Brazil is full of river Indians, and at certain times of the year they come down to the coast to get turtles’ eggs and fish and so forth; and I’ve got a notion in the back of my head that they ain’t just as gentle and refined as they ought to be, ‘specially where they see a chance to get a little loot.” Nothing more was said for some time, and the Wondership forged smoothly and steadily ahead. Suddenly the captain, who had been looking over the side, drew their attention to the water. “Look down there,” he said, “if you boys want to see a rare sight.” They all peered over and saw, swimming slowly along in the translucent water, a large, whitish-colored fish with a huge protuberance of some kind sticking out from its head. “By the plunging porpoises of Portugal,” exclaimed Dick Donovan, “what under the sun is it?” “A sword-fish?” hazarded Jack. “That’s right, lad, and an old slapper, too. My! That sword of his must be five feet long if it’s an inch. Look at the spikes sticking out from it!” “Jimminy! I’d hate to get rammed by that,” cried Tom, gazing down at the great fish with its odd, bony sword. “Gracious! If he ever took it into his head to attack us, he’d soon make a hole in the bottom,” cried Jack the next moment, as the sword-fish gave a quick twist of its tail and darted ahead. “Plenty of cases have been known of sword-fish attacking ships,” declared the captain. “That’s a peril we didn’t count on,” said Mr. Chadwick. “It would be a mighty serious matter for us all if that fish was to ram us, either by intent or mistake.” “Maybe so vee bedder go py de air up,” said the professor, a trifle nervously. “It might be a good time to test that patch, anyhow,” declared Jack. He turned on the gas inlet, and with a rush and hiss the bag began to fill. But he shut it off before sufficient buoyancy was obtained to lift them. He did not wish to waste gas unnecessarily, for although an extra supply of the gas-making material was on board, still there was not any too much of it. The patch appeared to hold perfectly. So interested were they all in seeing if this vital part of the craft was to prove efficient, that none of It was Dick Donovan who excitedly called their attention at length to a great commotion on the water ahead of them. The sea was boiling up almost as if a volcano had suddenly opened beneath it. Then from the midst of the confusion, a great spout of water shot heavenward as if it had been projected from some mighty fountain. “It’s a whale!” shouted Captain Sprowl, who had served his time in the “fishery,” as it is called. “Himmel! So idt is!” cried the German naturalist. “Ach! A big vun, too! Blitzen, see him!” As he uttered these excited cries the whale leaped from the water,—“breached,” as it is called by whale-men. High into the air the huge form, fully eighty feet in length, rose much as though the colossal fish were imitating a leaping salmon. As it settled back with a mighty crash “It’s an old whale and her calf!” shouted the captain. “Oh! if I had a harpoon!” “Poys, dot is a sight vot iss not possible to be seen efery day,” exclaimed the professor enthusiastically. “Well, I hope they don’t decide to investigate us,” spoke Dick Donovan, “I’d as soon have the Flatiron Building coming alongside.” “They’d make mincemeat of us sure enough,” declared the captain, “but I guess they won’t make trouble for us. It’s mostly the old bulls that attack boats. Cows is peaceable enough if you leave ‘em alone.” “Be very sure that we’ll leave her ladyship yonder alone,” laughed Mr. Chadwick. As he spoke there was a sudden swirl in the water ahead of them where the two whales were swimming side by side, the young one close to its mother. Then came a smother of foam and “It’s the sword-fish!” cried Mr. Chadwick. “He’s attacked the whale!” “No, it’s the calf he’s after!” shouted the captain. “Hail Columbia! Now look out fer squalls!” “Say!” cried Tom, “we’d better get away from here. Look, the big whale is turning on the sword-fish! There’ll be some waves here in a jiffy that will swamp us, if we don’t look out.” “That’s right,” agreed the captain, “get this craft up in the air if you can, Jack. There’s nothing worse on land or sea than an old cow whale whose calf has been injured.” As he spoke, the big whale rushed at the sword-fish whose ivory weapon had impaled her young one. Her great flukes struck the water with resounding crashes, making waves that threatened to swamp their craft. “Get up! Get up!” roared Tom. “We’ll be swamped!” Jack turned on the gas full power, but the ship did not rise. Her heavy load made her sluggish. “Start her!” bellowed the captain. “Start her for your life!” “I can’t! She won’t rise!” cried Jack despairingly. “Then we are lost. Look there!” Coming toward them at the speed of an express train was the huge whale. On she drove, making straight for the stranded motor ship. “She’s going to attack us! She thinks that we killed her young one!” cried Mr. Chadwick. The motor ship lay straight in the path of the maddened whale. As they regarded the fury of the oncoming creature with apprehensive eyes, they could almost feel the terrible impact and the struggle for life that must ensue when the leviathan struck their frail craft. |