When Jimmy sighted the island where the wreck1 lay, there was a ghostly white glimmer2 among the mist that hung heavily along the shore. Most of the land was hidden, but the bank of vapor3 had a solidity and sharpness of outline that indicated the existence of something behind it. The wind was light, but it freshened as they crept on under easy sail, and the fog rolling back from the water revealed a broad and roughly level streak4 that glittered in the morning light. Nearer at hand two tall detached masses shone a cold gray-white on a strip of indigo5 sea. Then the vapor dropped again like a curtain as the breeze died away.
“Ice!” commented Moran. “Guess we’ve got here too soon.”
“It seemed to be banked up north of the point,” Bethune remarked. “I imagine we’ll be pretty safe in the bight unless some of that thin, cutting stuff is drifting about.”
Jimmy hove the boat to and lighted his pipe.
“The matter needs thinking over, and we’ll wait a bit for a better view,” he said. “It doesn’t look as if we could get to work just yet, and if any big floes drove across the banks at high-water, we’d be awkwardly placed in the bight. On the other hand, the ice will probably hang about until a strong breeze breaks it up, and I don’t want to keep the sea in wild weather while it’s in the neighborhood. The fog comes down thick and the nights are still dark.”
The others agreed to this and were afterward7 moodily8 silent. Whichever course they took there would be delay. It had been a relief to find that they had reached the island first, but they had no doubt that Clay was not far behind them. All they had gained by an earlier start might be sacrificed unless they could finish their task before he arrived.
The fog held all day and grew thicker when darkness fell; but the red dawn brought a clearer air with signs of a change, and Jimmy steered9 shoreward, sweeping10 the beach with his glasses as they approached the channel through the sands. That end of the island was free of ice, and after consulting together they decided11 to enter the bight. They thought they would be safer there, and they wanted to feel that the voyage was finished and they were ready to get to work. During the afternoon it began to blow strongly off the shore. The sloop12 lay in smooth water close to the beach, but when night fell the surf was roaring on the sands and they could hear the crash of rending13 ice. At times the din14 was awe-striking, but it died away again, and although they kept anchor watch in turns no floe6 appeared to trouble them. At dawn the greater part of the ice had gone, and they could see white patches shining far out at sea, but it was blowing much too hard for them to think of leaving shelter.
They waited two days, anxiously watching for a trail of smoke, but nothing broke the skyline, and at last the breeze fell. It was a flat calm when they towed the Cetacea out on a gray morning, but the swell15 ran steep and a thin drizzle16 obscured the sea. The sloop plunged17 wildly over the long undulations, jerking back the dory in spite of her crew’s toil18 at the oars19, and it was nearly noon when they picked up their cross-bearings and anchored by the wreck. Nobody suggested getting dinner and Jimmy went down as soon as he could put on the diving dress. He found the wreck, which freed him of a keen anxiety, but he had to come up without entering the hold. She had moved a short distance since he last saw her, and now lay almost on her beam-ends with her upper works badly shattered. The gap they had previously20 crept through was closed by broken beams. Jimmy supposed that heavy ice, floating deep in the water, had ground across her higher part as it drove out to sea.
Moran went down next, and reported on his return that an entrance might be made, with some trouble. Bethune went armed with a crowbar. By nightfall they had wrenched21 away several obstructing22 timbers and discovered that there was a good deal of sand to be moved. They ate a hearty23 supper and went to sleep. The work was the same the next day, but although they began as soon as it was light they realized by noon that the most they could hope for was to clear the way for an entrance on the morrow. All felt the effects of their labors24 and of breathing the compressed air, and when it was Jimmy’s turn to go down toward evening, he leaned on the coaming, reluctant to put on the dress.
“I’ll be ready when I’ve finished this pipe,” he said. “You’d better screw up that pump-gland in the meanwhile. I didn’t get as much air as I wanted last time.”
Moran set about it, and, though time was precious, Jimmy did not try to hurry him, but stood listlessly looking out to sea. A fine rain was falling, there was very little wind, and belts of fog streaked25 the dim gray water between him and the horizon. He was watching one belt when it seemed to open and a blurred26 shape crept out. Jimmy dropped his pipe and scrambled27 to the cabin top. He could distinguish a patch of white hull28 and a tall mast. As he called to the others a short funnel29 appeared, and a trail of smoke lay dark along the edge of the fog.
“We don’t need the glasses to tell whose boat that is,” he said harshly.
They knew her at the first glance and their faces hardened.
“Clay’s lost no time,” Bethune remarked. “Well, I suppose it means a fight, and we’ll gain nothing by running away now, but we may as well stop diving until we find out whether it’s worth while to go on.”
After securing the pumps and gear they waited, watching the yacht’s approach. She came straight on at moderate speed, and stopped three or four hundred yards away. They saw the anchor splash and heard a rattle30 of chain, but after that there was no sign of activity on board the vessel31.
“It’s my opinion Clay knows who we are,” Moran said.
“You can take that for granted,” Bethune replied. “We’ll hear from him before long, but he doesn’t mean to show any eagerness in sending a boat off. As time’s getting on, I think we’ll have supper.”
As they finished the meal a smart gig, pulled by uniformed seamen32, approached the sloop, and when she stopped alongside the helmsman handed Jimmy two notes.
Opening them in the cabin, he showed his companions two sheets of fine paper bearing an embossed flag and the vessel’s name. One note stated that Mr. Clay requested their company at supper on board his yacht, and the other, which was longer, was from Aynsley. He said that although he was not sure they had much cause to remember him with gratitude33, he would be glad to see them, and hoped they would not refuse his father’s invitation.
“Do you think Clay made him write this?” Jimmy asked.
“No,” said Bethune. “On the whole, I imagine it was sent without Clay’s knowledge. Of course, Aynsley had some reason for writing, but while I can’t tell what it is, he’s not in the plot.”
“Anyway, I’m not going; I’ve no wish to sit at that man’s table.”
Bethune grinned as he indicated his pilot jacket, which was shrunk and stained by salt-water, and his old sea-boots.
“Our get-up’s hardly smart enough for a yacht’s saloon; and I’ve a notion that it might be wiser to stay where we are. Still, we’ll have to see him before long, and you’d better write a civil refusal; though I’m afraid we can’t match his decorative34 stationery35.”
Jimmy tore a leaf out of his notebook and scribbled36 a few moments with a pencil. Then he read to his comrades:
“Mr. Farquhar and his friends regret their inability to leave their boat, but would esteem37 Mr. Clay’s company if he cares to visit them.”
“Bully!” exclaimed Bethune. “You’ve sealed it with a thumb-mark, and—well, we haven’t an envelope.”
When the gig’s crew rowed away with the note the three men gathered together in the little cabin.
“Will he come, do you think?” Moran asked.
“Oh, yes; but he’ll take his time, and get his supper first comfortably,” Bethune replied. “I’m rather anxious about the thing, because if he doesn’t come we can look out for trouble.”
“If that’s what he wants, he’ll get it,” Moran drawled, from his corner on a locker38.
Jimmy sat smoking in thoughtful silence. He had learned that Clay was cunning and unscrupulous; and, if worse came to worse, they were ............