<h2><SPAN name="page189"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>XII<br/> <span class="GutSmall">THE ESCAPE AND THE END</span></h2>
<p><span class="smcap">If</span> there was anxiety on board of
the <i>Gehenna</i> as to the condition and whereabouts of the
House-boat, there was by no means less uneasiness upon that
vessel itself. Cleopatra’s scheme for ridding herself
and her abducted sisters of the pirates had worked to a charm,
but, having worked thus, a new and hitherto undreamed-of problem,
full of perplexities bearing upon their immediate safety, now
confronted them. The sole representative of a seafaring
family on board was Mrs. Noah, and it did not require much time
to see that her knowledge as to navigation was of an extremely
primitive order, limited indeed to the science of floating.</p>
<p>When the last pirate had disappeared behind the rocks of
Holmes Island, and all was in readiness for action, the good old
lady, who had hitherto been as calm and unruffled as a child,
began to get red in the face and to bustle about in a manner
which betrayed considerable perturbation of spirit.</p>
<p>“Now, Mrs. Noah,” said Cleopatra, as, peeping out
from the billiard-room window, she saw Morgan disappearing in the
distance, “the coast is clear, and I resign my position of
chairman to you. We place the vessel in your hands, and
ourselves subject to your orders. You are in command.
What do you wish us to do?”</p>
<p>“Very well,” replied Mrs. Noah, putting down her
knitting and starting for the deck. “I’m not
certain, but I think the first thing to do is to get her
moving. Do you know, I’ve never discovered whether
this boat was a steamboat or a sailing-vessel? Does anybody
know?”</p>
<p>“I think it has a naphtha tank and a propeller,”
said Elizabeth, “although I don’t know. It
seems to me my brother Raleigh told me they’d had a naphtha
engine put in last winter after the freshet, when the House-boat
was carried ten miles down the river, and had to be towed back at
enormous expense. They put it in so that if she were
carried away again she could get back of her own
power.”</p>
<p>“That’s unfortunate,” said Mrs. Noah,
“because I don’t know anything about these new
fangled notions. If there’s any one here who knows
anything about naphtha engines, I wish they’d
speak.”</p>
<p>“I’m of the opinion,” said Portia,
“that I can study out the theory of it in a short
while.”</p>
<p>“Very well, then,” said Mrs. Noah, “you can
do it. I’ll appoint you engineer, and give you all
your orders now, right away, in advance. Set her going and
keep her going, and don’t stop without a written order
signed by me. We might as well be very careful, and have
everything done properly, and it might happen that in the
excitement of our trip you would misunderstand my spoken orders
and make a fatal error. Therefore, pay no attention to
unwritten orders. That will do for you for the
present. Xanthippe, you may take Ophelia and Madame
Récamier, and ten other ladies, and, every morning before
breakfast, swab the larboard deck. Cassandra, Tuesdays you
will devote to polishing the brasses in the dining-room, and the
balance of your time I wish you to expend in dusting the
bric-a-brac. Dido, you always were strong at building
fires. I’ll make you chief stoker. You will
also assist Lucretia Borgia in the kitchen. Inasmuch as the
latter’s maid has neglected to supply her with the usual
line of poisons, I think we can safely entrust to
Lucretia’s hands the responsibilities of the culinary
department.”</p>
<p>“I’m perfectly willing to do anything I
can,” said Lucretia, “but I must confess that I
don’t approve of your methods of commanding a ship. A
ship’s captain isn’t a domestic martinet, as you are
setting out to be. We didn’t appoint you
housekeeper.”</p>
<p>“Now, my child,” said Mrs. Noah, firmly, “I
do not wish any words. If I hear any more impudence from
you, I’ll put you ashore without a reference; and the rest
of you I would warn in all kindness that I will not tolerate
insubordination. You may, all of you, have one night of the
week and alternate Sundays off, but your work must be done.
The regimen I am adopting is precisely that in vogue on the Ark,
only I didn’t have the help I have now, and things got into
very bad shape. We were out forty days, and, while the food
was poor and the service execrable, we never lost a
life.”</p>
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<p>The boat gave a slight tremor.</p>
<p>“Hurrah!” cried Elizabeth, clapping her hands with
glee, “we are off!”</p>
<p>“I will repair to the deck and get our bearings,”
said Mrs. Noah, putting her shawl over her shoulders.
“Meantime, Cleopatra, I appoint you first mate. See
that things are tidied up a bit here before I return. Have
the windows washed, and to-morrow I want all the rugs and carpets
taken up and shaken.”</p>
<p>Portia meanwhile had discovered the naphtha engine, and, after
experimenting several times with the various levers and
stop-cocks, had finally managed to move one of them in such a way
as to set the engine going, and the wheel began to revolve.</p>
<p>“Are we going all right?” she cried, from
below.</p>
<p>“I am afraid not,” said the gallant
commander. “The wheel is roiling up the water at a
great rate, but we don’t seem to be going ahead very
fast—in fact, we’re simply moving round and round as
though we were on a pivot.”</p>
<p>“I’m afraid we’re aground amidships,”
said Xanthippe, gazing over the side of the House-boat
anxiously. “She certainly acts that way—like a
merry-go-round.”</p>
<p>“Well, there’s something wrong,” said Mrs.
Noah; “and we’ve got to hurry and find out what it
is, or those men will be back and we shall be as badly off as
ever.”</p>
<p>“Maybe this has something to do with it,” observed
Mrs. Lot, pointing to the anchor rope. “It looks to
me as if those horrid men had tied us fast.”</p>
<p>“That’s just what it is,” snapped Mrs.
Noah. “They guessed our plan, and have fastened us to
a pole or something, but I imagine we can untie it.”</p>
<p>Portia, who had come on deck, gave a short little laugh.</p>
<p>“Why, of course we don’t move,” she
said—“we are anchored!”</p>
<p>“What’s that?” queried Mrs. Noah.
“We never had an experience like that on the
Ark.”</p>
<p>Portia explained the science of the anchor.</p>
<p>“What nonsense!” ejaculated Mrs. Noah.
“How can we get away from it?”</p>
<p>“We’ve got to pull it up,” said
Portia. “Order all hands on deck and have it pulled
up.”</p>
<p>“It can’t be done, and, if it could, I
wouldn’t have it!” said Mrs. Noah, indignantly.
“The idea! Lifting heavy pieces of iron, my dear
Portia, is not a woman’s work. Send for Delilah, and
let her cut the rope with her scissors.”</p>
<p>“It would take her a week to cut a hawser like
that,” said Elizabeth, who had been investigating.
“It would be more to the purpose, I think, to chop it in
two with an axe.”</p>
<p>“Very well,” replied Mrs. Noah, satisfied.
“I don’t care how it is done as long as it is done
quickly. It would never do for us to be recaptured
now.”</p>
<p>The suggestion of Elizabeth was carried out, and the queen
herself cut the hawser with six well-directed strokes of the
axe.</p>
<p>“You <i>are</i> an expert with it, aren’t
you?” smiled Cleopatra.</p>
<p>“I am, indeed,” replied Elizabeth, grimly.
“I had it suspended over my head for so long a time before
I got to the throne that I couldn’t help familiarizing
myself with some of its possibilities.”</p>
<p>“Ah!” cried Mrs. Noah, as the vessel began to
move. “I begin to feel easier. It looks now as
if we were really off.”</p>
<p>“It seems to me, though,” said Cleopatra, gazing
forward, “that we are going backward.”</p>
<p>“Oh, well, what if we are!” said Mrs. Noah.
“We did that on the Ark half the time. It
doesn’t make any difference which way we are going as long
as we go, does it?”</p>
<p>“Why, of course it does!” cried Elizabeth.
“What can you be thinking of? People who walk
backward are in great danger of running into other people.
Why not the same with ships? It seems to me, it’s a
very dangerous piece of business, sailing backward.”</p>
<p>“Oh, nonsense,” snapped Mrs. Noah.
“You are as timid as a zebra. During the Flood, we
sailed days and days and days, going backward. It
didn’t make a particle of difference how we went—it
was as safe one way as another, and we got just as far away in
the end. Our main object now is to get away from the
pirates, and that’s what we are doing. Don’t
get emotional, Lizzie, and remember, too, that I am in
charge. If I think the boat ought to go sideways, sideways
she shall go. If you don’t like it, it is still not
too late to put you ashore.”</p>
<p>The threat calmed Elizabeth somewhat, and she was satisfied,
and all went well with them, even if Portia had started the
propeller revolving reverse fashion; so that the House-boat was,
as Elizabeth had said, backing her way through the ocean.</p>
<p>The day passed, and by slow degrees the island and the
marooned pirates faded from view, and the night came on, and with
it a dense fog.</p>
<p>“We’re going to have a nasty night, I am
afraid,” said Xanthippe, looking anxiously out of the
port.</p>
<p>“No doubt,” said Mrs. Noah, pleasantly.
“I’m sorry for those who have to be out in
it.”</p>
<p>“That’s what I was thinking about,” observed
Xanthippe. “It’s going to be very hard on us
keeping watch.”</p>
<p>“Watch for what?” demanded Mrs. Noah, looking over
the tops of her glasses at Xanthippe.</p>
<p>“Why, surely you are going to have lookouts stationed on
deck?” said Elizabeth.</p>
<p>“Not at all,” said Mrs. Noah.
“Perfectly absurd. We never did it on the Ark, and it
isn’t necessary now. I want you all to go to bed at
ten o’clock. I don’t think the night air is
good for you. Besides, it isn’t proper for a woman to
be out after dark, whether she’s new or not.”</p>
<p>“But, my dear Mrs. Noah,” expostulated Cleopatra,
“what will become of the ship?”</p>
<p>“I guess she’ll float through the night whether we
are on deck or not,” said the commander. “The
Ark did, why not this? Now, girls, these new-fangled
yachting notions are all nonsense. It’s night, and
there’s a fog as thick as a stone-wall all about us.
If there were a hundred of you upon deck with ten eyes apiece,
you couldn’t see anything. You might much better be
in bed. As your captain, chaperon, and grandmother, I
command you to stay below.”</p>
<p>“But—who is to steer?” queried
Xanthippe.</p>
<p>“What’s the use of steering until we can see where
to steer to?” demanded Mrs. Noah. “I certainly
don’t intend to bother with that tiller until some reason
for doing it arises. We haven’t any place to steer to
yet; we don’t know where we are going. Now, my dear
children, be reasonable, and don’t worry me.
I’ve had a very hard day of it, and I feel my
responsibilities keenly. Just let me manage, and
we’ll come out all right. I’ve had more
experience than any of you, and if—”</p>
<p>A terrible crash interrupted the old lady’s
remarks. The House-boat shivered and shook, careened way to
one side, and as quickly righted and stood still. A mad
rush up the gangway followed, and in a moment a hundred and
eighty-three pale-faced, trembling women stood upon the deck,
gazing with horror at a great helpless hulk ten feet to the rear,
fastened by broken ropes and odd pieces of rigging to the
stern-posts of the House-boat, sinking slowly but surely into the
sea.</p>
<p>It was the <i>Gehenna</i>!</p>
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<p>The House-boat had run her down and her last hour had come,
but, thanks to the stanchness of her build and wonderful beam,
the floating club-house had withstood the shock of the impact and
now rode the waters as gracefully as ever.</p>
<p>Portia was the first to realize the extent of the catastrophe,
and in a short while chairs and life-preservers and
tables—everything that could float—had been tossed
into the sea to the struggling immortals therein. On board
the <i>Gehenna</i>, those who had not cast themselves into the
waters, under the cool direction of Holmes and Bonaparte, calmly
lowered the boats, and in a short while were not only able to
felicitate themselves upon their safety, but had likewise the
good fortune to rescue their more impetuous brethren who had
preferred to swim for it. Ultimately, all were brought
aboard the House-boat in safety, and the men in Hades were once
more reunited to their wives, daughters, sisters, and
<i>fiancées</i>, and Elizabeth had the satisfaction of
once more saving the life of Raleigh by throwing him her ruff as
she had done a year or so previously, when she and her brother
had been upset in the swift current of the river Styx.</p>
<p>Order and happiness being restored, Holmes took command of the
House-boat and soon navigated her safely back into her old-time
berth. The <i>Gehenna</i> went to the bottom and was never
seen again, and when the roll was called it was found that all
who had set out upon her had returned in safety save Shylock,
Kidd, Sir Henry Morgan, and Abeuchapeta; but even they were not
lost, for, five weeks later, these four worthies were found early
one morning drifting slowly up the river Styx, gazing anxiously
out from the top of a water-cask and yelling lustily for
help.</p>
<p>And here endeth the chronicle of the pursuit of the good old
House-boat. Back to her moorings, the even tenor of her
ways was once more resumed, but with one slight difference.</p>
<p>The ladies became eligible for membership, and, availing
themselves of the privilege, began to think less and less of the
advantages of being men and to rejoice that, after all, they were
women; and even Xanthippe and Socrates, after that night of
peril, reconciled their differences, and no longer quarrel as to
which is the more entitled to wear the toga of authority.
It has become for them a divided skirt.</p>
<p>As for Kidd and his fellows, they have never recovered from
the effects of their fearful, though short, exile upon Holmes
Island, and are but shadows of their former shades; whereas Mr.
Sherlock Holmes has so endeared himself to his new-found friends
that he is quite as popular with them as he is with us, who have
yet to cross the dark river and be subjected to the scrutiny of
the Committee on Membership at the House-boat on the Styx.</p>
<p>Even Hawkshaw has been able to detect his genius.</p>
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