Part 20 (1/2)
”Come, come,” said Panton hoa.r.s.ely, as he supported the man, Drew trying hard the while to shake off the effects of the vapour and be of some service.
”He liked him, gents,” growled Wriggs, an the strange intoxication seemed now to have pa.s.sed off.
”Yes,” cried Smith, hysterically. ”Course I did, gentlemen, and I'm going in again to try and fetch the poor lad out. But,” he continued feebly, ”you can't breathe in there, and it takes hold on yer somehow and sucks the strength out of yer. It's like when poor Joe n.o.ble went down in the hold among the foul air, and it killed him right off at wunst.”
”There, hold up,” said Panton, firmly now. ”I'll go this time.”
”Yes, sir, and we'll go together and take hold of hands,” cried Smith.
”Ay, all on us,” growled Wriggs, ”and take hold o' hands and fetch him out afore we've done.”
Drew said nothing, but as Wriggs caught hold of Smith's hand, he seized Panton's, and, moved as if by one mind, they stepped quickly forward, feeling at the end of a dozen paces that there was a difference in the air they breathed, which grew thicker as their sight became less clear and their motions more heavy.
But hand clenched hand with more convulsive violence, and in step they kept on till first one and then another reeled and staggered, and it was only by turning suddenly round and stumbling back over their track that they were able to reach the free fresh air before, to a man, they staggered and fell to the ground.
Panton was the first to speak.
”I'd try again,” he groaned, ”but I have not the strength.”
”Ay, and I'd go, sir, but it's as I said!” cried Smith piteously.
”Think he can be alive yet?”
”Heaven only knows,” sighed Panton, as he tried to sit up, but sank back again, while Drew turned his face toward them and gazed at his companions with a strangely vacant expression that in its helplessness was pitiful to see.
”Tommy!” gasped Wriggs suddenly, as he lay flat on his face, ”hit me, will yer, matey--hit me hard. That there feeling's come all over me again, and I don't know what I'm a doing, or what I'm a saying. It's just as if I'd been struck silly and my legs had run away.”
”Try--try again, Smith,” groaned Panton. ”Give me your hand. I think I am stronger now.”
”Not you, sir,” replied the sailor. ”Here, hi! Billy Wriggs, whatcher doing on?”
For the man had slowly raised himself upon his feet again, and was tottering toward the mist.
”I'm a-going, matey, to fetch that there young natooralist out o' yonder if I dies for it: that's what I'm a-going to do.”
He spoke in a low muttering growl, and the man's looks and actions as he reeled and groped his way along were those of one stupefied by some strong narcotic.
”But yer can't do it, lad,” cried Smith, rising to his knees. ”Come back.”
”I'm a-going to fetch out that there young natooralist,” muttered Wriggs, as he staggered on.
”But I tell yer yer can't,” shouted Smith.
”Quick, let's try again,” said Panton, struggling to his feet once more, and now with Smith also erect and grasping his hand, they two came on in Wriggs' track, just as Drew rolled over quite insensible.
They did not advance a dozen paces, for Wriggs, who had tottered on strong in his determination to do that which his nature forbade, gave a sudden lurch and fell heavily, head in advance, and the others knew that he must be within the influence of the mephitic vapour.
It was hard work to think this, for, as Smith afterwards said, it was like using your brain through so much solid wood; but in a blind helpless fas.h.i.+on they tottered on, and, bending down, each caught one of the man's ankles, and dragged him back by their weight more than by any mechanical action of their own, each movement being a kind of fall forward and the natural recovery. The result was that step by step Wriggs was dragged from where the vapour was inhaled till Drew was reached, and they sank upon the bare burnt earth again, bewildered, and lacking the power to think, as if the mists had gathered thickly in their brains, and they could do nothing else but lie and wait for the return of strength.
CHAPTER TWELVE.