第46章 THE SEED OF McCOY(5)

"Why, let her drive, captain.That is all we can do.All the Paumotus are before us.We can drive for a thousand miles through reefs and atolls.We are bound to fetch up somewhere.""Then drive it is." Captain Davenport evidenced his intention of descending to the deck."We've missed Mangareva.God knows where the next land is.I wish I'd held her up that other half-point," he confessed a moment later."This cursed current plays the devil with a navigator.""The old navigators called the Paumotus the Dangerous Archipelago," McCoy said, when they had regained the poop."This very current was partly responsible for that name.""I was talking with a sailor chap in Sydney, once," said Mr.Konig."He'd been trading in the Paumotus.He told me insurance was eighteen per cent.Is that right?"McCoy smiled and nodded.

"Except that they don't insure," he explained."The owners write off twenty per cent of the cost of their schooners each year.""My God!" Captain Davenport groaned."That makes the life of a schooner only five years!" He shook his head sadly, murmuring, "Bad waters! Bad waters!"Again they went into the cabin to consult the big general chart; but the poisonous vapors drove them coughing and gasping on deck.

"Here is Moerenhout Island," Captain Davenport pointed it out on the chart, which he had spread on the house."It can't be more than a hundred miles to leeward.""A hundred and ten." 'mcCoy shook his head doubtfully."It might be done, but it is very difficult.I might beach her, and then again I might put her on the reef.A bad place, a very bad place.""We'll take the chance," was Captain Davenport's decision, as he set about working out the course.

Sail was shortened early in the afternoon, to avoid running past in the night; and in the second dog-watch the crew manifested its regained cheerfulness.Land was so very near, and their troubles would be over in the morning.

But morning broke clear, with a blazing tropic sun.The southeast trade had swung around to the eastward, and was driving the PYRENEES through the water at an eight-knot clip.Captain Davenport worked up his dead reckoning, allowing generously for drift, and announced Moerenhout Island to be not more than ten miles off.The Pyrenees sailed the ten miles; she sailed ten miles more; and the lookouts at the three mastheads saw naught but the naked, sun-washed sea.

"But the land is there, I tell you," Captain Davenport shouted to them from the poop.

McCoy smiled soothingly, but the captain glared about him like a madman, fetched his sextant, and took a chronometer sight.

"I knew I was right, he almost shouted, when he had worked up the observation."Twenty-one, fifty-five, south; one-thirty-six, two, west.There you are.We're eight miles to windward yet.What did you make it out, Mr.Konig?"The first mate glanced at his own figures, and said in a low voice: "Twenty-one, fifty-five all right; but my longitude's one-thirty-six,forty-eight.That puts us considerably to leeward--"But Captain Davenport ignored his figures with so contemptuous a silence as to make Mr.Konig grit his teeth and curse savagely under his breath.

"Keep her off," the captain ordered the man at the wheel."Threepoints--steady there, as she goes!"

Then he returned to his figures and worked them over.The sweat poured from his face.He chewed his mustache, his lips, and his pencil, staring at the figures as a man might at a ghost.Suddenly, with a fierce, muscular outburst, he crumpled the scribbled paper in his fist and crushed it under foot.'mr.Konig grinned vindictively and turned away, while Captain Davenport leaned against the cabin and for half an hour spoke no word, contenting himself with gazing to leeward with an expression of musing hopelessness on his face.

"Mr.McCoy," he broke silence abruptly."The chart indicates a group of islands, but not how many, off there to the north'ard, or nor'- nor'westward, about forty miles--the Acteon Islands.What about them?""There are four, all low," McCoy answered."First to the southeast is Matuerui--no people, no entrance to the lagoon.Then comes Tenarunga.There used to be about a dozen people there, but they may be all gone now.Anyway, there is no entrance for a ship--only a boat entrance, with a fathom of water.Vehauga and Teua-raro are the other two.No entrances, no people, very low.There is no bed for the Pyrenees in that group.She would be a total wreck.""Listen to that!" Captain Davenport was frantic."No people! No entrances! What in the devil are islands good for?

"Well, then, he barked suddenly, like an excited terrier, "the chart gives a whole mess of islands off to the nor'west.What about them? What one has an entrance where I can lay my ship?"1

"Papakena and Vanavana are off there to the westward, or west- nor'westward a hundred miles and a bit more," he said."One is uninhabited, and I heard that the people on the other had gone off to Cadmus Island.Anyway, neither lagoon has an entrance.Ahunui is another hundred miles on to the nor'west.No entrance, no people.""Well, forty miles beyond them are two islands?" Captain Davenportqueried, raising his head from the chart.

McCoy shook his head.

"Paros and Manuhungi--no entrances, no people.Nengo-Nengo is forty miles beyond them, in turn, and it has no people and no entrance.But there is Hao Island.It is just the place.The lagoon is thirty miles long and five miles wide.There are plenty of people.You can usually find water.And any ship in the world can go through the entrance."He ceased and gazed solicitously at Captain Davenport, who, bending over the chart with a pair of dividers in hand, had just emitted a low groan."Is there any lagoon with an entrance anywhere nearer than HaoIsland?" he asked.

"No, Captain; that is the nearest."