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Cap made no reply; but he gazed at the land with a rueful face, and
then looked to windward with an expression of ferocity, as if he
would gladly have quarrelled with the weather.

"It may be well, brother," the Sergeant continued, "to send for
Jasper and consult him as to what is to be done. There are no
French here to dread; and, under all circumstances, the boy will
save us from drowning if possible."

"Ay, ay, 'tis these cursed circumstances that have done all the
mischief. But let the fellow come; let him come; a few well-managed
questions will bring the truth out of him, I'll warrant you."

This acquiescence on the part of the dogmatical Cap was no sooner
obtained, than Jasper was sent for. The young man instantly made
his appearance, his whole air, countenance, and mien expressive of
mortification, humility, and, as his observers fancied, rebuked
deception. When he first stepped on deck, Jasper cast one hurried,
anxious glance around, as if curious to know the situation of the
cutter; and that glance sufficed, it would seem, to let him into
the secret of all her perils. At first he looked to windward, as
is usual with every seaman; then he turned round the horizon, until
his eye caught a view of the high lands to leeward, when the whole
truth burst upon him at once.

"I've sent for you, Master Jasper," said Cap, folding his arms, and
balancing his body with the dignity of the forecastle, "in order
to learn something about the haven to leeward. We take it for
granted you do not bear malice so hard as to wish to drown us all,
especially the women; and I suppose you will be man enough to help
us run the cutter into some safe berth until this bit of a gale
has done blowing!"

"I would die myself rather than harm should come to Mabel Dunham,"
the young man earnestly answered.

"I knew it! I knew it!" cried the Pathfinder, clapping his hand
kindly on Jasper's shoulder. "The lad is as true as the best compass
that ever ran a boundary, or brought a man off from a blind trail.
It is a mortal sin to believe otherwise."

"Humph!" ejaculated Cap; "especially the women! As if _they_ were
in any particular danger. Never mind, young man; we shall understand
each other by talking like two plain seamen. Do you know of any
port under our lee?"

"None. There is a large bay at this end of the lake; but it is
unknown to us all, and not easy of entrance."

"And this coast to leeward -- it has nothing particular to recommend
it, I suppose?"

"It is a wilderness until you reach the mouth of the Niagara in
one direction, and Frontenac in the other. North and west, they
tell me, there is nothing but forest and prairies for a thousand
miles."

"Thank God! then, there can be no French. Are there many savages,
hereaway, on the land?"

"The Indians are to be found in all directions; though they are
nowhere very numerous. By accident, we might find a party at any
point on the shore; or we might pass months there without seeing
one."

"We must take our chance, then, as to the blackguards; but, to be
frank with you, Master Western, if this little unpleasant matter
about the French had not come to pass, what would you now do with
the cutter?"

"I am a much younger sailor than yourself, Master Cap," said Jasper
modestly, "and am hardly fitted to advise you."

"Ay, ay, we all know that. In a common case, perhaps not. But
this is an uncommon case, and a circumstance; and on this bit of
fresh water it has what may be called its peculiarities; and so,
everything considered, you may be fitted to advise even your own
father. At all events, you can speak, and I can judge of your
opinions, agreeably to my own experience."

"I think, sir, before two hours are over, the cutter will have to
anchor."

"Anchor! -- not out here in the lake?"

"No, sir; but in yonder, near the land."

"You do not mean to say, Master Eau-douce, you would anchor on a
lee shore in a gale of wind?"

"If I would save my vessel, that is exactly what I would do, Master
Cap."

"Whe-e-e-w! -- this is fresh water, with a vengeance! Hark'e, young
man, I've been a seafaring animal, boy and man, forty-one years,
and I never yet heard of such a thing. I'd throw my ground-tackle
overboard before I would be guilty of so lubberly an act!"

"That is what we do on this lake," modestly replied Jasper, "when
we are hard pressed. I daresay we might do better, had we been
better taught."

"That you might, indeed! No; no man induces me to commit such a
sin against my own bringing up. I should never dare show my face
inside of Sandy Hook again, had I committed so know-nothing an
exploit. Why, Pathfinder, here, has more seamanship in him than
that comes to. You can go below again, Master Eau-douce."

Jasper quietly bowed and withdrew; still, as he passed down the
ladder, the spectators observed that he cast a lingering anxious
look at the horizon to windward and the land to leeward, and then
disappeared with concern strongly expressed in every lineament of
his face.



CHAPTER XVII.

His still refuted quirks he still repeats;
New-raised objections with new quibbles meets,
Till sinking in the quicksand he defends,
He dies disputing, and the contest ends.
COWPER.


As the soldier's wife was sick in her berth, Mabel Dunham was the
only person in the outer cabin when Jasper returned to it; for, by
an act of grace in the Sergeant, he had been permitted to resume
his proper place in this part of the vessel. We should be ascribing
too much simplicity of character to our heroine, if we said that
she had felt no distrust of the young man in consequence of his
arrest; but we should also be doing injustice to her warmth of
feeling and generosity of disposition, if we did not add, that this
distrust was insignificant and transient. As he now took his seat
near her, his whole countenance clouded with the uneasiness he felt
concerning the situation of the cutter, everything like suspicion
was banished from her mind, and she saw in him only an injured man.

"You let this affair weigh too heavily on your mind, Jasper,"
said she eagerly, or with that forgetfulness of self with which
the youthful of her sex are wont to betray their feelings when a
strong and generous interest has attained the ascendency; "no one
who knows you can, or does, believe you guilty. Pathfinder says
he will pledge his life for you."

"Then you, Mabel," returned the youth, his eyes flashing fire, "do
not look upon me as the traitor your father seems to believe me to
be?"

"My dear father is a soldier, and is obliged to act as one. My
father's daughter is not, and will think of you as she ought to
think of a man who has done so much to serve her already."

"Mabel, I'm not used to talking with one like you, or saying all I
think and feel with any. I never had a sister, and my mother died
when I was a child, so that I know little what your sex
most likes to hear -- "

Mabel would have given the world to know what lay behind the teeming
word at which Jasper hesitated; but the indefinable and controlling
sense of womanly diffidence made her suppress her curiosity. She
waited in silence for him to explain his own meaning.

"I wish to say, Mabel," the young man continued, after a pause which
he found sufficiently embarrassing, "that I am unused to the ways
and opinions of one like you, and that you must imagine all I would
add."

Mabel had imagination enough to fancy anything, but there are ideas
and feelings that her sex prefer to have expressed before they yield
them all their own sympathies, and she had a vague consciousness
that these of Jasper might properly be enumerated in the class.
With a readiness that belonged to her sex, therefore, she preferred
changing the discourse to permitting it to proceed any further in
a manner so awkward and so unsatisfactory.

"Tell me one thing, Jasper, and I shall be content," said she,
speaking now with a firmness which denoted confidence, not only
in herself, but in her companion: "you do not deserve this cruel
suspicion which rests upon you?"

"I do not, Mabel!" answered Jasper, looking into her full blue eyes
with an openness and simplicity that might have shaken stronger
distrust. "As I hope for mercy hereafter, I do not!"

"I knew it -- I could have sworn it!" returned the girl warmly.
"And yet my father means well; -- but do not let this matter disturb
you, Jasper."

"There is so much more to apprehend from another quarter just now,
that I scarcely think of it."

"Jasper!"

"I do not wish to alarm you, Mabel; but if your uncle could be
persuaded to change his notions about handling the _Scud_: and yet
he is so much more experienced than I am, that he ought, perhaps,
to place more reliance on his own judgment than on mine."

"Do you think the cutter in any danger?" demanded Mabel, quick as
thought.

"I fear so; at least she would have been thought in great danger by
us of the lake; perhaps an old seaman of the ocean may have means
of his own to take care of her."

"Jasper, all agree in giving you credit for skill in managing the
_Scud_. You know the lake, you know the cutter; you _must_ be
the best judge of our real situation."

"My concern for you, Mabel, may make me more cowardly than common;
but, to be frank, I see but one method of keeping the cutter from
being wrecked in the course of the next two or three hours, and that
your uncle refuses to take. After all, this may be my ignorance;
for, as he says, Ontario is merely fresh water."

"You cannot believe this will make any difference. Think of my dear
father, Jasper! Think of yourself; of all the lives that depend
on a timely word from you to save them."

"I think of you, Mabel, and that is more, much more, than all the
rest put together!" returned the young man, with a strength of
expression and an earnestness of look that uttered infinitely more
than the words themselves.

Mabel's heart beat quickly, and a gleam of grateful satisfaction
shot across her blushing features; but the alarm was too vivid and
too serious to admit of much relief from happier thoughts. She did
not attempt to repress a look of gratitude, and then she returned
to the feeling which was naturally uppermost.

"My uncle's obstinacy must not be permitted to occasion this
disaster. Go once more on deck, Jasper; and ask my father to come
into the cabin."

While the young man was complying with this request, Mabel sat
listening to the howling of the storm and the dashing of the water
against the cutter, in a dread to which she had hitherto been
a stranger. Constitutionally an excellent sailor, as the term is
used among passengers, she had not hitherto bethought her of any
danger, and had passed her time since the commencement of the gale
in such womanly employments as her situation allowed; but now that
alarm was seriously awakened, she did not fail to perceive that never
before had she been on the water in such a tempest. The minute or
two which elapsed before the Sergeant came appeared an hour, and
she scarcely breathed when she saw him and Jasper descending the
ladder in company. Quick as language could express her meaning,
she acquainted her father with Jasper's opinion of their situation;
and entreated him, if he loved her, or had any regard for his own
life, or for those of his men, to interfere with her uncle, and to
induce him to yield the control of the cutter again to its proper
commander.

"Jasper is true, father," added she earnestly; "and if false, he
could have no motive in wrecking us in this distant part of the lake
at the risk of all our lives, his own included. I will pledge my
own life for his truth."

"Ay, this is well enough for a young woman who is frightened," answered
the more phlegmatic parent; "but it might not be so excusable in
one in command of an expedition. Jasper may think the chance of
drowning in getting ashore fully repaid by the chance of escaping
as soon as he reaches the land."

"Sergeant Dunham!"

"Father!"

These exclamations were made simultaneously, but they were uttered
in tones expressive of different feelings. In Jasper, surprise
was the emotion uppermost; in Mabel reproach. The old soldier,
however, was too much accustomed to deal frankly with subordinates
to heed either; and after a moment's thought, he continued as if
neither had spoken. "Nor is brother Cap a man likely to submit to
be taught his duty on board a vessel."

"But, father, when all our lives are in the utmost jeopardy!"

"So much the worse. The fair-weather commander is no great matter;
it is when things go wrong that the best officer shows himself in
his true colors. Charles Cap will not be likely to quit the helm
because the ship is in danger. Besides, Jasper Eau-douce, he says
your proposal in itself has a suspicious air about it, and sounds
more like treachery than reason."

"He may think so; but let him send for the pilot and hear
his opinion. It is well known that I have not seen the man since
yesterday evening."

"This does sound reasonably, and the experiment shall be tried.
Follow me on deck then, that all may be honest and above-board."

Jasper obeyed, and so keen was the interest of Mabel, that she
too ventured as far as the companion-way, where her garments were
sufficiently protected against the violence of the wind and her
person from the spray. Here maiden modesty induced her to remain,
though an absorbed witness of what was passing.

The pilot soon appeared, and there was no mistaking the look of
concern that he cast around at the scene as soon as he was in the
open air. Some rumors of the situation of the _Scud_ had found
their way below, it is true; but in this instance rumor had lessened
instead of magnifying the danger. He was allowed a few minutes
to look about him, and then the question was put as to the course
which he thought it prudent to follow.

"I see no means of saving the cutter but to anchor," he answered
simply, and without hesitation.

"What! out here in the lake?" inquired Cap, as he had previously
done of Jasper.

"No: but closer in; just at the outer line of the breakers."

The effect of this communication was to leave no doubt in the mind
of Cap that there was a secret arrangement between her commander
and the pilot to cast away the _Scud_; most probably with the hope
of effecting their escape. He consequently treated the opinion of
the latter with the indifference he had manifested towards that
of the former.

"I tell you, brother Dunham," said he, in answer to the
remonstrances of the Sergeant against his turning a deaf ear to this
double representation, "that no seaman would give such an opinion
honestly. To anchor on a lee shore in a gale of wind would be an
act of madness that I could never excuse to the underwriters, under
any circumstances, so long as a rag can be set; but to anchor close
to breakers would be insanity."

"His Majesty underwrites the _Scud_, brother, and I am responsible
for the lives of my command. These men are better acquainted with
Lake Ontario than we can possibly be, and I do think their telling
the same tale entitles them to some credit."

"Uncle!" said Mabel earnestly; but a gesture from Jasper induced
the girl to restrain her feelings.

"We are drifting down upon the breakers so rapidly," said the young
man, "that little need be said on the subject. Half an hour must
settle the matter, one way or the other; but I warn Master Cap
that the surest-footed man among us will not be able to keep his
feet an instant on the deck of this low craft, should she fairly
get within them. Indeed I make little doubt that we shall fill
and founder before the second line of rollers is passed."

"And how would anchoring help the matter?" demanded Cap furiously,
as if he felt that Jasper was responsible for the effects of the
gale, as well as for the opinion he had just given.

"It would at least do no harm," Eau-douce mildly replied. "By
bringing the cutter head to sea we should lessen her drift; and
even if we dragged through the breakers, it would be with the least
possible danger. I hope, Master Cap, you will allow the pilot
and myself to _prepare_ for anchoring, since the precaution may do
good, and can do no harm."

"Overhaul your ranges, if you will, and get your anchors clear,
with all my heart. We are now in a situation that cannot be much
affected by anything of that sort. Sergeant, a word with you aft
here, if you please."

Cap led his brother-in-law out of ear-shot; and then, with more of
human feeling in his voice and manner than he was apt to exhibit,
he opened his heart on the subject of their real situation.

"This is a melancholy affair for poor Mabel," said he, blowing his
nose, and speaking with a slight tremor. "You and I, Sergeant,
are old fellows, and used to being near death, if not to actually
dying; our trades fit us for such scenes; but poor Mabel! -- she
is an affectionate and kind-hearted girl, and I had hoped to see
her comfortably settled, and a mother, before my time came. Well,
well! we must take the bad with the good in every v'y'ge; and the
only serious objection that an old seafaring man can with propriety
make to such an event is, that it should happen on this bit of
d----d fresh water."

Sergeant Dunham was a brave man, and had shown his spirit in scenes
that looked much more appalling than this; but on all such occasions
he had been able to act his part against his foes, while here he
was pressed upon by an enemy whom he had no means of resisting.
For himself he cared far less than for his daughter, feeling some
of that self-reliance which seldom deserts a man of firmness who
is in vigorous health, and who has been accustomed to personal
exertions in moments of jeopardy; but as respects Mabel he saw no
means of escape, and, with a father's fondness, he at once determined
that, if either was doomed to perish, he and his daughter must
perish together.

"Do you think this must come to pass?" he asked of Cap firmly, but
with strong feeling.

"Twenty minutes will carry us into the breakers; and look for
yourself, Sergeant: what chance will even the stoutest man among
us have in that caldron to leeward?"

The prospect was, indeed, little calculated to encourage hope. By
this time the _Scud_ was within a mile of the shore, on which the
gale was blowing at right angles, with a violence that forbade
the idea of showing any additional canvas with a view to claw off.
The small portion of the mainsail actually set, and which merely
served to keep the head of the _Scud_ so near the wind as to prevent
the waves from breaking over her, quivered under the gusts, as if
at each moment the stout threads which held the complicated fabric
together were about to be torn asunder. The drizzle had ceased;
but the air, for a hundred feet above the surface of the lake,
was filled with dazzling spray, which had an appearance not unlike
that of a brilliant mist, while above all the sun was shining
gloriously in a cloudless sky. Jasper had noted the omen, and
had foretold that it announced a speedy termination to the gale,
though the next hour or two must decide their fate. Between the
cutter and the shore the view was still more wild and appalling.
The breakers extended nearly half a mile; while the water within
their line was white with foam, the air above them was so far
filled with vapor and spray as to render the land beyond hazy and
indistinct. Still it could be seen that the latter was high, --
not a usual thing for the shores of Ontario, -- and that it was
covered with the verdant mantle of the interminable forest.

While the Sergeant and Cap were gazing at this scene in silence,
Jasper and his people were actively engaged on the forecastle.
No sooner had the young man received permission to resume his
old employment, than, appealing to some of the soldiers for aid,
he mustered five or six assistants, and set about in earnest the
performance of a duty which had been too long delayed. On these
narrow waters anchors are never stowed in-board, or cables that
are intended for service unbent, and Jasper was saved much of the
labor that would have been necessary in a vessel at sea. The two
bowers were soon ready to be let go, ranges of the cables were
overhauled, and then the party paused to look about them. No changes
for the better had occurred, but the cutter was falling slowly in,
and each instant rendered it more certain that she could not gain
an inch to windward.

One long, earnest survey of the lake ended, Jasper gave new orders
in a similar manner to prove how much he thought that the time
pressed. Two kedges were got on deck, and hawsers were bent to
them; the inner ends of the hawsers were bent, in their turns, to
the crowns of the anchors, and everything was got ready to throw
them overboard at the proper moment. These preparations completed,
Jasper's manner changed from the excitement of exertion to a look
of calm but settled concern. He quitted the forecastle, where the
seas were dashing inboard at every plunge of the vessel, the duty
just mentioned having been executed with the bodies of the crew
frequently buried in the water, and walked to a drier part of the
deck, aft. Here he was met by the Pathfinder, who was standing
near Mabel and the Quartermaster. Most of those on board, with
the exception of the individuals who have already been particularly
mentioned, were below, some seeking relief from physical suffering
on their pallets, and others tardily bethinking them of their sins.
For the first time, most probably, since her keel had dipped into
the limpid waters of Ontario, the voice of prayer was, heard on
board the _Scud_.

"Jasper," commenced his friend, the guide, "I have been of no use
this morning, for my gifts are of little account, as you know, in
a vessel like this; but, should it please God to let the Sergeant's
daughter reach the shore alive, my acquaintance with the forest
may still carry her through in safety to the garrison."

"'Tis a fearful distance thither, Pathfinder!" Mabel rejoined, the
party being so near together that all which was said by one was
overheard by the others. "I am afraid none of us could live to
reach the fort."

"It would be a risky path, Mabel, and a crooked one; though some
of your sex have undergone even more than that in this wilderness.
But, Jasper, either you or I, or both of us, must man this bark
canoe; Mabel's only chance will lie in getting through the breakers
in that."

"I would willingly man anything to save Mabel," answered Jasper,
with a melancholy smile; "but no human hand, Pathfinder, could
carry that canoe through yonder breakers in a gale like this. I
have hopes from anchoring, after all; for once before have we saved
the _Scud_ in an extremity nearly as great as this."

"If we are to anchor, Jasper," the Sergeant inquired, "why not do
it at once? Every foot we lose in drifting now would come into
the distance we shall probably drag when the anchors are let go."

Jasper drew nearer to the Sergeant, and took his hand, pressing
it earnestly, and in a way to denote strong, almost uncontrollable
feelings.

"Sergeant Dunham," said he solemnly, "you are a good man, though you
have treated me harshly in this business. You love your daughter?"

"That you cannot doubt, Eau-douce," returned the Sergeant huskily.

"Will you give her -- give us all -- the only chance for life that
is left?"

"What would you have me do, boy, what would you have me do? I have
acted according to my judgment hitherto, - what would you have me
do?"

"Support me against Master Cap for five minutes, and all that man
can do towards saving the _Scud_ shall be done."

The Sergeant hesitated, for he was too much of a disciplinarian
to fly in the face of regular orders. He disliked the appearance
of vacillation, too; and then he had a profound respect for his
kinsman's seamanship. While he was deliberating, Cap came from
the post he had some time occupied, which was at the side of the
man at the helm, and drew nigh the group.

"Master Eau-douce," said he, as soon as near enough to be heard,
"I have come to inquire if you know any spot near by where this
cutter can be beached? The moment has arrived when we are driven
to this hard alternative."

That instant of indecision on the part of Cap secured the triumph
of Jasper. Looking at the Sergeant, the young man received a nod
that assured him of all he asked, and he lost not one of those
moments that were getting to be so very precious.

"Shall I take the helm," he inquired of Cap, "and see if we can
reach a creek that lies to leeward?"

"Do so, do so," said the other, hemming to clear his throat; for
he felt oppressed by a responsibility that weighed all the heavier
on his shoulders on account of his ignorance. "Do so, Eau-douce,
since, to be frank with you, I can see nothing better to be done.
We must beach or swamp."

Jasper required no more; springing aft, he soon had the tiller
in his own hands. The pilot was prepared for what was to follow;
and, at a sign from his young commander, the rag of sail that had
so long been set was taken in. At that moment, Jasper, watching
his time, put the helm up; the head of a staysail was loosened
forward, and the light cutter, as if conscious she was now under the
control of familiar hands, fell off, and was soon in the trough of
the sea. This perilous instant was passed in safety, and at the next
moment the little vessel appeared flying down toward the breakers
at a rate that threatened instant destruction. The distances had
become so short, that five or six minutes sufficed for all that
Jasper wished, and he put the helm down again, when the bows of
the _Scud_ came up to the wind, notwithstanding the turbulence of
the waters, as gracefully as the duck varies its line of direction
on the glassy pond. A sign from Jasper set all in motion on the
forecastle, and a kedge was thrown from each bow. The fearful
nature of the drift was now apparent even to Mabel's eyes, for the
two hawsers ran out like tow-lines. As soon as they straightened
to a slight strain, both anchors were let go, and cable was given
to each, nearly to the better-ends. It was not a difficult task
to snub so light a craft with ground-tackle of a quality better
than common; and in less than ten minutes from the moment when
Jasper went to the helm, the _Scud_ was riding, head to sea, with
the two cables stretched ahead in lines that resembled bars of
iron.