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Updated: May 2, 2025
Sometimes one washed across her low counter, and sometimes her forward half was buried in a tumultuous rush of foam. The pump was soon started and they kept it going, but the water gathered in the crank-pit, where it was churned into lather, and Jake and Maccario relieved each other at helping the pump with a bucket.
"That's curious, but perhaps the rest drove foul of her and the helmsman lost his nerve and jumped," he said. "I'll put Maccario on board to give us the hawser." "Then I'll go with him," Jake offered. "He can't handle the big rope alone." Dick hesitated. It was important that they should not lose the coal, but he did not want to give the lad a dangerous task.
"Galdar was somewhere behind that deed, although I do not see his object yet," Adam remarked. "The people liked Maccario and his removal cleared the ground. My enemy is cunning and, I think, did not mean to force a conflict until my friends had gone. Now there are not many left and the time has come. Morales died of poison, Diaz of snake-bite, and Vinoles was shot by a curious accident.
"I'm afraid you'll have to. We start as soon as Maccario has filled the tank." Jake roused himself with a jerk. Dick leaned forward wearily with his elbow on the table, but he looked resolute. "Then you haven't let up yet? You're going on to the lagoon?" "Certainly," said Dick.
"Steering that unhandy coal-scow rather got upon my nerves and when she took the awkward sheer as we came through the reef the tiller knocked Maccario down and nearly broke my ribs. I had to stop the helm going the wrong way somehow." Dick nodded. It was obvious that the lad had been quick and cool at a critical time, but his twinkling smile showed that he was now in a different mood.
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