The Moving Picture Girls at Sea
L >> Laura Lee Hope >> The Moving Picture Girls at Sea"That doesn't make any difference," Russ said. "She'll save us, and then
look for the schooner. We can take up Jack's case later."
It did not prove to be the English steamer. Instead it was a powerful
fruiter, hailing from New York, and Russ and Mr. Sneed were soon aboard,
the _Ajax_ being hoisted to her deck. Then she resumed her course, but
it was a different one.
For, on the earnest plea of Russ and Mr. Sneed, the steamer's captain
consented to turn back and search for the _Mary Ellen_.
"I don't know as I'll find her," he said, "but we can't let all those
poor souls perish."
So the search began. It lasted three days, during which the storm nearly
blew itself out. And on the morning of the fourth day, when the sullen
sea was trying to calm itself, and when the wind had died down to a
moderate gale, the lookout of the _Sirius_ called out:
"Sail ho!"
"Where away?" came the demand.
"Dead ahead. She's a schooner, low in the water, and she's flying a
signal of distress!"
CHAPTER XXV
CLEAR SKIES
Instantly there was commotion and excitement on board the _Sirius_, for
Russ and Mr. Sneed had told their story of the starting out to make a
pictured shipwreck, which shipwreck had evidently, now, become real.
"That's the _Mary Ellen_, I'm sure of it!" Russ cried as he caught a
glimpse of the sighted schooner. "But what has happened to her?"
"Masts are gone, and she's sinking," one of the steamer's officers told
him. "I guess we can't get to her any too quickly."
And it was high time a rescue was made, for Captain Jepson, and Mr.
Pertell had decided to take to the boats with all on board.
The _Mary Ellen_ _was_ sinking; there was no doubt of that. All that
could be done had been done, but to no avail.
But hope revived when the steamer was sighted.
A little later, the _Sirius_ stood by. And high time, too. As a last
resort, when it was found that the repaired pumps could not keep the
water down in the hold, so big was the leak, the signal of distress had
been hoisted. And, after many anxious hours, it had been thus
providentially answered.
Then a thought came to Mr. Pertell. The weather had cleared. The
schooner would keep afloat a few hours more. Why not make the pictures
of the shipwreck now? It would be his only chance. True, they would not
be just as planned, but they would be better than losing all the efforts
that had been made.
There was a brief talk with the captain of the _Sirius_. He consented to
stand by until the sea drama, quickly revised, was acted out--at least,
until shipwreck scenes were portrayed.
It was rather an exciting time, the passengers dropping overboard from
the sinking schooner, and being rescued in boats. Russ, on board the
_Ajax_, which was again put into the sea, worked the camera. The _Mary
Ellen_ made a more realistic wreck than had been hoped for. Former
Captain Brisco and Hen Lacomb, alone, refused to take any part in the
drama.
At last the final film was run off, the last rescue was made by the
motor craft and small boats, and all, passengers and crew, from the
sinking schooner, were taken aboard the _Sirius_.
"There she goes!" said Alice softly, as, with a final lurch, and a
blowing up of her decks, from the compressed air under them, the old
craft, bow first went beneath the waves. Russ took the final pictures.
"Game to the last!" said Captain Jepson. "She went down bow on, to show
she wasn't afraid of Davy Jones! That's the last of her, and the last of
Brisco's schemes to get her for his own use."
"Tell me about that now," suggested Mr. Pertell. "I have time to listen
now, for we aren't trying to save a sinking ship."
They were all now safely aboard the steamer, which had resumed her
course. The moving pictures had all been taken, save some that needed a
shore background, and these could be done later.
"Did Brisco really plot to get the _Mary Ellen_?" asked the manager.
"He did," said Jack Jepson. "I'll tell you the whole story." And he did.
Briefly it was this:
On his first trip to the schooner, Jack had recognized Brisco as an
unscrupulous man who had been engaged in several shady ship
transactions. But Brisco denied his identity, and Jack pretended to have
been mistaken, in order to throw him off his guard. Brisco was also,
Jack said, one of the mutineers of the _Halcyon_, but the plotter
denied this, and Jack admitted he may have been mistaken.
Then came the advent of Hen Lacomb, whom Jepson recognized as a fellow
plotter with Brisco. The evil men knew him, too, after a bit, but they
counted on the charge of mutiny hanging over him to make him keep quiet,
and not reveal their plot.
Brisco and Lacomb plotted to get the schooner for themselves. They were
not really going to endanger the lives of the passengers or crew, but
their game was to only pretend to sink the ship, and to raise such an
alarm that she would be hastily abandoned. Then they would come back to
her later, salvage her, and use her for their own ends.
Jack Jepson had overheard this plot, and, as he had said, found the
incriminating document signed by Lacomb. This was hidden in a secret
compartment in what had formerly been his bunk, when the schooner was
the _Halcyon_.
When Brisco and Lacomb discovered that Jepson knew their secret, they
tried to get rid of him, by a seeming accident. But Fate interfered with
their plans, and the storm made a big change. Then came the deposing of
Captain Brisco, and the rest of the story is known to my readers.
"Well, Jack Jepson--or, Captain Jepson, though you haven't now command
of any ship," said Mr. Pertell, "we owe much to you."
"It's nothin' at all," Jack said, modestly enough. "When I saw this
steamer, though, I thought it was that Britisher coming back for me."
"It's a shame that the charge of mutiny should hang over you!" exclaimed
Alice. "I think it should be wiped out."
"I wish it could be," Jack said with a sigh.
A steward, a little later, came to where the rescued ones were talking
together--Brisco and Lacomb having gone off by themselves--and the
steward said the steamer's captain wanted to talk to the schooner's
commander.
"There he is," said Mr. Pertell, pointing to Jack Jepson. "That's our
new captain."
The steward looked. A queer change came over his face.
"Jack!" he cried. "Is it really you? I've looked all over the world for
you!"
"Tom Buttle!" cried Jepson, leaping to his feet. "My old shipmate. Say,
if anyone knows, you do, that I never had a thing to do with that mutiny
on the _Halcyon_. Don't you know I didn't?"
"Of course I do!" the steward cried. "I can prove you were as innocent
as a babe, and I know others who can, too."
"What's this--more of the mystery?" asked Alice.
"It's the end of it, I hope," said Jack solemnly. "Tell 'em, Tom!"
"There isn't much to tell," the steward said. "I was a shipmate with
Jack on the _Halcyon_ or the _Mary Ellen_, in the old days. He's
probably told you of the mutiny. I was hurt in it, and lay unconscious
when they arrested him for it. I didn't recover until he had been put in
jail, and when I tried to give my evidence, I could get no one to listen
to me. Then I heard Jack had escaped and I rested easy. I never knew the
charge was hanging over him all this while.
"I've been all over the world since, sailing in different vessels, and
in every port I'd inquire of Jack from those who knew him. But I never
found him until now. Clear him--of course I can clear him of the unjust
charge!"
"Thank Heaven for that!" said Jack Jepson.
"Everything is cleared up!" cried Alice gaily. "Even the sky--see how
blue it is!"
In due time Jack's innocence was proved before the English courts, and
the charge against him wiped out. He was then free to come and go as he
pleased. But the mystery of the disappearance of Captain Watson, of the
_Halcyon_, or old _Mary Ellen_, and his companion, Mike Tullane, was
never solved.
The _Mary Ellen_, all that was left of the reconstructed _Halcyon_, was,
of course, a total wreck. Brisco's plan failed. Nothing was done to him,
as it would have been difficult to prove a case against him.
Arrangements were made for taking the needed land scenes of the sea
drama, and when this was done, the whole company returned to New York.
"Well, Alice," remarked Ruth one day, as they were on their way up the
coast in a steamer, "did you have enough of sea-life this trip?"
"I certainly did," was the answer. "No more shipwrecks for me!"
"Same here!" put in Russ. "It's taking too many chances!"
"Oh, you'd do it over again--or something like it--and so would you
girls, if you knew a good film would come of it," predicted Paul Ardite,
with a laugh.
And here we will say good-bye to the Moving Picture Girls.