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THE STAMPEDER
THE
STAMPEDER
S. A. WHITE
ILLUSTRATED
TORONTO WILLIAM BRIGGS 1910
"The two teams raced side by side, the leaders snapping at each other"
"From the Indian's extended palm the yellow flash of native gold filled Britton's startled eyes"
THE STAMPEDER
Britton's steam-yacht tore out its lungs in protest at the black smudge of a coasting vessel reeling straight across its bows.
The siren bellowed thrice in a choking fury of warning and denunciation till the echoes boomed over the Algerian harbor and floated high up to the Mustapha Sup?rieure, where English lords slept at peace in luxurious hotels.
The terrific impact swept the yacht's forecastle clear of snoring sailors, and, after shooting the temporary owner headlong from his berth, commenced to polish the companionway passage with his features, an operation which he instinctively though not wholly wakefully resented by a frantic grasping for something substantial.
The effort was rewarded when his fingers clutched the lower stairs, and Rex Britton staggered to his feet. Every light below was out, and the man so roughly aroused stood dazedly wondering if a horribly real nightmare held him in its grip.
Then, like a flash, intelligence permeated his shaken brain, and all the faculties stirred again. He remembered the grinding crash and clambered on deck in his pyjamas!
Upon the bridge loomed the figure of the captain, frantically banging at the engine-room signals, but the bell refused to sound. A medley of curses vibrated in the humid night air, emanating partly from the lower deck, and partly from the bows of the coaster as the Berber sailors gave free vent to their displeasure.
"Daniels-Captain Daniels!" roared Britton, "what the deuce is this turmoil?"
"An accident, sir," was the reply. "A coasting vessel has rammed us. I'm afraid we're badly hit; and the signals are out of business. We'll reverse in a moment if the engines are not disabled."
He waved a sailor down with the order to the engine-room. The big yacht trembled under the mighty strain and began to creep backward, inches at a time, since the nose of the other craft was tightly wedged in its vitals.
Britton was beside the captain in a moment, with a perfect stream of questions as to details and responsibility.
"The coasting steamer was entirely at fault, sir." Daniels gravely assured him. "She cut across our bow in spite of three warnings. Judging by her careening, the wheelsman was very drunk!"
"She sinks! she sinks!" rose the cry from the sailors on the poop.
"What is sinking?" cried Britton, excitedly; "not the yacht!"
"No, the coaster," said Captain Daniels. "She has no water-tight compartments."
"Good heavens!" he exclaimed, "there are women there, and those brutes of Berbers will trample them to death. Quick, man! Drive the yacht in close and throw out the ropes."
Daniels instantly obeyed, observing: "It's dangerous work, sir, and she's liable to drag us down when she founders, which may be any moment now!"
"Doesn't matter," said Britton, curtly. "We're bound to help them even if this was their own doing. Have you lowered the launch?"
"Mr. Ainsworth and Mr. Trascott have it, sir."
"The smaller boats?"
"They're out, sir, trying to take some of the passengers off. Why in the name of Neptune don't they lower their own?"
"I'm afraid they're fighting for their own boats," he said, quickly. "The panic's getting worse."
The hubbub was redoubled. A woman's scream, sharp and piteous, was cast despairingly on the night. Britton muttered something like an oath, and swinging down from the bridge he ran forward with all speed.
"Anyone in the turret?" he yelled to the group of sailors straining on the ropes.
"No, sir," answered the first mate. "The lookout was thrown to the deck when we struck. His shoulder is broken."
"Go up yourself," ordered Britton. "See if the searchlight works, and turn it on the coaster. We are only groping like blind men in the dark."
Turning to the second mate, he added: "Fire that brass cannon at intervals to call out the harbor boats. I see the usefulness of it after all!"
Leaving the mates to execute his orders, Britton sprang to the taffrail and vaulted at hazard down into the struggling mass of humanity that surged over the steamer's forehold. He landed squarely upon an Arab's back, knocking that swarthy individual into the lee scuppers, but without pausing to unravel the puzzling Algerian profanity which was thus elicited, Britton pushed his way aft.
He could feel the vessel rock to the roll of the water in the hold as the weight above was continually and suddenly shifted, and he knew that with one of those evolutions she would roll a little too far. There would be no recovery, and the steamer would turn turtle.
About the stern-davits a struggle raged. The forward boats were stove in with the force of the collision, and only four were left intact. The brown-skinned Berber sailors endeavored to lower them, and blue-coated officers vainly attempted to keep them back and to preserve order among the demented people.
One boat got away as Britton came up. The yacht's searchlight, pricking out of the gloom, showed the craft to be full of Arabs, while women and children were wailing in supreme terror upon the foundering vessel.
The crowd swayed to the rail as another boat was slung from the davits. Rex grasped the arm of a man in marine uniform.
"Where's your captain?" he demanded, harshly.
"I am the captain," said the man, helplessly; "but what can I do? The passengers have gone mad! The Berbers are beasts!"
Britton flung aside the arm he had seized with a gesture of repulsion.
"Do?" he cried, in fine scorn. "You might at least try! You act like a baby. This rush must be stopped-"
Boom! The whistles shrieked anew, and the riding lights of the vessels plunged into activity.
"You hear!" exclaimed Britton. "If that rush isn't stopped half of those on board will be drowned by the swamping of the boats, with a hundred harbor craft coming to the rescue. Come on, sir-be a man!"
Rex took hold of a heavy piece of broken stanchion and made a flying leap into the knot of Berbers stamping about the stern davits.
"Back, men!" he shouted in a voice that soared above every other noise. "Be calm! There'll be a hundred boats here in a minute, with room for all of you. Let the women forward at once!"
A female figure sprang to the davits at his words, but the Arabs roared their dissent and charged in a body. Britton had a vision of a girlish form with an ethereal face and pale-gold hair, tossed rudely in the rush of men. She lost her footing suddenly and went down with a suppressed scream.
Snarling like an enraged animal, Rex leaped in front of them.
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