The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899, December 22, 1892, Page 6, Image 6
ran THE HESPERIAN oyes, not seeming to understand what ho said. "Do you hear?" he roared, "go back to your places or, by heaven, I'll drive you back! Speak up, you cowards, what ails you?" At this, ono of the men drew himself up. "Captain," ho said, "I toll you that I'm no coward but I'd rather you shot mo dead on the spot, than tako tho wheel with the devil for partner. Steer her your self, if you will, but in God's name I'll have none of it!" With n gesture of impatience, the captain pushed past him into tho wheel-house. 1 followed. Our first glance was at the com pass. Our course had been to the south of east. Now the ship's head was turned east-nor'-cast, meeting the mountainous storm swell in full face. "We grasped the spokes of tho wheel to put it over, yet though we used our whole strength, we could accomplish nothing. The wheel held as linn as if it were lashed. "The chains are fouled," cried the cap tain. "Call the men." But, even as he spoke the wheel turned slightly, just so much as a steersman would have turned it to meet the side-stroke of a wave, then it was again motionless. Again and again this was repeated, as if somo greater strength than ours held the ship in its control and guided it with some set pur pose through the buffeting blackness of tho sea, Stronger than ever before T felt the impression of a presence not now diffused through darkness but close at hand, stni" gling with us man to man and mind to mind in the small, dimly-lighted wheel-house, overmastering us with irresistible strength to its own purpose. In tho light of tho binnacle lamp I saw that the captain's face was deadly pale, and his lips were parted as if in fear. The fog had drawn off a little, and now wo could see clearly the great shadowy ranks of sea advancing under the diffused light of tho newly risen moon. Tho captain raised his hand to the signal. boll. "Ho will stop tho engine, " I thought -but, just as ho raised his hand, ho stopped, with a look of pain, as if restrained by the blow of some invisiblo arm, and gavo a hor rible unsteady laugh, worse than a cry. Tho speed of tho vessel scorned to increase. "Wo looked at each othor, silent in tho helplessness of our fear. At that moment thero came a stir among tho men bolow, and tho cry: "A ship!" About a mile away, on our starboard bow, shone the lights of a steamship and a com fort indeed they wore to us, in their look of companionship in that frightful place. The red glow of her port light showed that her course would cross our bows, and I judged, by the speed with which she neared us, and the apparent height of her lights that she was a vessel of no small size and power. At this moment, we felt the wheel turn strongly to port. "We shall pass her to the starboard," I whispered, We neared her fast. Tho rising moon was working through the fog, and the torn, cloudy light showed tho vessel clearly. Nearer and nearer she came, till wo could see plainly tho black body of her hull, and tho dark outlines of her two masts. She gavo one hoarse whistle for a signal. Our ship made no answer, but rushed silently on her way. Nearer still we came till it seemed that barely a few rods separated us. Then, suddenly, without warning, the wheel went spinning madly over to starboard whirling unresisted through our ineffectual fingers. A shriek of terror went up from the men on deck. "Help!" 1 shouted " Quick, or we shall sink her!" We caught at the wheel, we bent every nerve, every sinew of body and brain; we struggled as men struggle for their lives, till it seemed as if we must wiu at last. Then, as I bent my whole endeavor to the conflict, upon my hand as it grasped tho straining spokes there fell tho strong touch of another hand cold, thrilling, irresistible,