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the man in the bows lean forward to catch hold of us, and I remember
saying, “Lift the lady; I can hold on,” and then the boat seemed to
fade away, the icy cold water rose higher and higher, and I felt
myself sinking down, down, down, calmly and quietly into the black
sea, just fading out of life as happily as a little child falls
asleep.
When I came to my senses again I found myself lying in a bunk in a
cabin which was certainly not my own. The appointments were decidedly
comfortable, if not luxurious; a neat white-and-gold washstand stood
against the bulkhead, with a large mirror suspended above it. Under
the porthole, which was shaded with a small red curtain, was a
cushioned locker, and at one end of this locker a handy contrivance
for hanging clothes. Two men—one a young fellow about my own age,
and the other the elderly gentlemen with whom I had often seen Miss
Maybourne walking—were standing beside me watching me eagerly. When
they saw that I had recovered consciousness they seemed to consider
it a matter for congratulation.
“So you know us again, do you?” said the younger man, whom I now
recognised as the ship’s doctor. “How do you feel in yourself?”
“Not very bright just at present,” I answered truthfully. “But
I’ve no doubt I shall be all right in an hour or two.” Then, when a
recollection of what had occasioned my illness came over me, I said,
“How is Miss Maybourne? I hope they got her on board safely?”
“Thanks to you, my dear sir, they did,” said the old gentleman,
who I discovered later was her uncle, as I had suspected. “I am glad
to be able to tell you that she is now making rapid progress towards
recovery. You must get well too, and hear what the entire ship has to
say about your bravery.”
“I hope they’ll say nothing,” I answered. “Anybody could have done
it. And now, how long have I been lying here?”
“Since they brought you on board last night—about twelve hours.
You were unconscious for such a long time that we were beginning to
grow uneasy about you. But, thank goodness, our clever doctor here
has brought you round at last.”
The young medico resolved to stop this flow of flattery and small
talk, so he bade me sit up and try to swallow some beef tea he had
had prepared for me. With his assistance I raised myself, and when I
had polished off as much of the food as I was able to manage, he made
me lie down once more and try to get to sleep again. I did exactly as
I was ordered, and, in less time than it takes to tell, was in the
land of Nod. It was not until I was up and about again that I learnt
the history of the rescue. Immediately Miss Maybourne’s shriek had
roused the ship, and I had sprung overboard to her assistance, the
chief officer, who was on the bridge, ran to the engine-room
telegraph and gave the signal to stop the vessel; the second officer
by this time, with commendable activity, had accompanied the
carpenter, who among others had heard the alarm, to one of the
quarter boats, and had her ready for lowering by the time a crew was
collected. At first they had some difficulty in discovering us, but
once they did so they lost no time in picking us up. Miss Maybourne
was quite unconscious when they took her from my arms, and I believe
as soon as I felt myself relieved of her weight I too lost my senses
and began to sink. A boat-hook, however, soon brought me to the
surface. Directly we reached the ship’s deck the captain gave orders
that I should be conveyed to an empty cabin at the end of the saloon,
and it was here that I found myself when I returned to consciousness.
For what length of time I slept after the doctor and Miss
Maybourne’s uncle left the cabin I cannot say. I only know that when
I woke the former would not hear of my getting up as I desired to do,
but bade me make the best of a bad job and remain where I was until
he examined me the following morning. It must have been after
breakfast that he came to see me, for I heard the bell go, and half
an hour later the voices of the passengers die away as they left the
table and went on deck.
“Good morning, Mr. Wrexford,” he said, as he shut the door behind
him and came over to the bunk. “How are you feeling to-day? Pretty
well, I hope?”
“I feel quite myself again,” I answered. “I want to get up. This
lying in bed is dreary work.”
“I daresay you find it so. Anyway, I’ll not stop you from getting
up now, if you’re so minded; that is provided you eat a good
breakfast first.”
“I think I can meet you on that ground,” I said with a laugh. “I’m
as hungry as a hunter. I hope they’re going to give me something
pretty soon.”
“I can satisfy you up on that point,” he replied. “I saw the
steward preparing the tray as I came through the saloon. Yes, you
must hurry up and get on deck, for the ladies are dying to shake you
by the hand. I suppose you’re not aware that you are the hero of the
hour?”
“I’m sorry to hear it,” I said in all sincerity. “There has been a
terrible lot of fuss made over a very simple action.”
“Nonsense, my dear fellow, there hasn’t been anything said yet.
You wait till old Manstone gets hold of you. He would have said his
say yesterday but for my preventing him, and ever since then he has
been bottling it up for you when you’re well enough to receive
it.”
“Who is this Mr. Manstone of whom you speak? I don’t think I know
him.”
“Why you must remember, he’s Miss Maybourne’s uncle—the
old gentleman who was in here with me yesterday when you came to your
senses again. You must have seen him walking with her on deck—a
fine, military-looking old chap, with a big grey moustache.”
“Now that you describe him, I remember him perfectly,” I said;
“but I had never heard his name before. I wish you’d tell him from me
that I don’t want anything more said about the matter. If they want
to reward me, let them do it by forgetting all about it. They
couldn’t do anything that would please me more.”
“Why, what a modest chap you are, to be sure,” said the doctor.
“Most men would want the Royal Humane Society’s medal, and some would
even aspire to purses of sovereigns.”
“Very probably. But down on my luck, as I am, I don’t want either.
The less notoriety I derive, the happier man I shall be. To change
the subject, I hope Miss Maybourne is better?”
“Oh, she’s almost herself again now. I expect to have her up and
about again to-day. Surely you will not mind receiving her
thanks?”
“I should not be so churlish, I hope,” I remarked; “but all the
same, I would rather she said nothing about the matter. That is the
worst part of doing anything a little out of the ordinary: one must
always be thanked, and praised, and made a fuss of till one begins to
regret ever having committed an action that could produce such
disastrous results.”
“Come, come, you’re looking at the matter in a very dismal light,
I must say,” he cried. “Nine out of every ten men, I’m certain, would
have given their ears for the chance you had of rescuing Agnes
Maybourne. That it should have come to a man who can’t appreciate his
good fortune seems like the irony of Fate.”
I was about to reply to his jesting speech in a similar strain
when there was a tap at the door, and a steward entered bearing a
tray. The smell of the food was as good as a tonic to me, and when
the doctor had propped me up so that I could get at it in comfort, I
set to work. He then left me to myself while he went to see his other
patient—the lady of whom we had just been speaking—promising to
return in a quarter of an hour to help me dress.
I had just finished my meal, and was placing the tray upon the
floor in such a way that the things upon it could not be spilt if the
vessel should roll, when there came another tap at the door, and in
response to my cry “come in,” the captain of the ship appeared, and
behind him the elderly gentleman whom the doctor had described to me
as Miss Maybourne’s uncle, under whose care she was travelling to
South Africa.
“Good morning, Mr. Wrexford,” said the captain, politely, as he
advanced towards me and held out his hand. “I hope you are feeling
better?”
“I am perfectly well again now, thank you,” I replied. “The doctor
is going to let me get up in a few minutes, and then I shall be ready
to return to my old quarters forward.”
“And that is the very matter I have come in to see you about,”
said the skipper. “First, however, I must tell you what the entire
ship’s company, both passengers and crew, think of your bravery the
night before last. It was as nobly done, sir, as anything I have ever
seen, and I heartily congratulate you upon it.”
“Thank you very much,” I answered; “but I must really ask you to
say no more about it. I have already been thanked ever so much more
than I deserve.”
“That could not be,” impetuously broke in Mr. Manstone, who had
not spoken hitherto. “On my own behalf and that of my niece I, too,
thank you most heartily; and you may rest assured I shall take care
that a full and proper account of it is given my brother when I reach
South Africa.”
“Until we do so, I hope, Mr. Wrexford,” said the skipper, “that
you will take up your quarters in this cabin, and consider yourself a
saloon passenger. I’m sure the owners would wish it, and for my part
I shall be proud to have you among us.”
“And I say ‘Hear, hear!’ to that,” added Mr. Manstone.
For a moment I hardly knew what to say. I was touched by his
kindness in making the offer, but in my position I could not dream of
accepting it. This notoriety was likely to do me quite enough harm as
it was.
“I thank you,” I said at last, “and I hope you will fully
understand how grateful I am to you for the kindness which prompts
the offer. But I think I will remain in my old quarters forward, if
you have no objection. I am quite comfortable there; and as I made my
choice on principle at the beginning, I think, with your permission,
I would rather not change it now.”
“But my dear sir,” began the captain, “you must let us show
our appreciation in some practical form. We could never let you off
quietly, as you seem to wish.”
“You have already done more than enough,” I answered. “You have
told me what you thought of my action, and you have also made me this
offer, the value of which, you may be quite sure, I fully appreciate.
I have felt
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