“Father! It’s me — Maggie! Dinna show a licht, but try to throw me a rope.”
With a shout in which were mingled many strong feelings, her father leaned over the bulwark, and, with seaman’s instinct of instant action, threw her a rope. She deftly caught it, and, making it fast to the bows of her boat, dropped her sail. Then someone threw her another rope, which she fastened round her waist. She threw herself into the sea, and, holding tight to the rope, was shortly pulled breathless on board the Sea Gull.
She was instantly the centre of a ring of men. Not only were her father and two brothers on board, but there were no less than six men, seemingly foreigners, in the group.
“Maggie!” said her father, “in God’s name, lass, hoo cam ye oot here? Were ye overta’en by the storm? God be thankit that ye met us, for this is a wild nicht to be oot on the North Sea by yer lanes.”
“Father!” said she, in a hurried whisper in his ear. “I must speak wi’ ye alane. There isna a moment to lose!”
“Speak on, lass.”
“No’ before these strangers, father. I must speak alane!”
Without a word, MacWhirter took his daughter aside, and, amid a muttered dissatisfaction of the strange men, signed to her to proceed. Then, as briefly as she could, Maggie told her father that it was known that a cargo was to be run that night, that the coastguard all along Buchan had been warned, and that she had come out to tell him of his danger.
As she spoke the old man groaned, and after a pause said:
“I maun tell the rest. I’m no’ the maister here the noo. Mendoza has me in his grip, an’ his men rule here!”
“But, father, the boat is yours, and the risk is yours. It is you’ll be punished if there is a discovery!”
“That may be, lass, but I’m no’ free.”
“I feared it was true, father, but I thocht it my duty to come!”
Doubtless the old man knew that Maggie would understand fully what he meant, but the only recognition he made of her act of heroism was to lay his hand heavily on her shoulder. Then stepping forward he called the men round him, and in his own rough way told them of the danger. The strangers muttered and scowled; but Andrew and Neil drew close to their sister, and the younger man put his arm around her and pressed her to him. Maggie felt the comfort of the kindness, and laying her head on her brother’s shoulder, cried quietly in the darkness. It was a relief to her pent-up feelings to be able to give way if only so far. When MacWhirter brought his tale to a close, and asked: “And now, lads, what’s to be done?” one of the strangers, a brawny, heavily-built man, spoke out harshly:
“But for why this? Was it not that this woman’s lover was of the guard? In this affair the women must do their best too. This lover of the guard —”
He was hotly interrupted by Neil:
“Tisna the part of Maggie to tak a hand in this at a’.”
“But I say it is the part of all. When Mendoza bought this man he bought all — unless there be traitors in his house!”
This roused Maggie, who spoke out quickly, for she feared that her brother’s passion might brew trouble:
“I hae nae part in this dreadfu’ affair. It’s no’ by ma wish or ma aid that father has embarked in this — this enterprise. I hae naught to dae wi ‘t o’ ony kind.”
“Then for why are you here?” asked the burly man, with a coarse laugh.
“Because ma father and ma brithers are in danger, danger into which they hae been led, or been forced, by ye and the like o’ ye. Do ye think it was for pleasure, or, O my God! for profit either, that I cam oot this nicht — an’ in that?” and as she spoke she pointed to where the little boat strained madly at the rope which held her.
Then MacWhirter spoke out fiercely, so fiercely that the lesser spirits who opposed him were cowed:
“Leave the lass alane, I say! Yon’s nane o’her doin’; and if ye be men ye’d honour her that cam oot in sic a tempest for the sake o’ the likes o’ me — o’ us!”
But when the strangers were silent, Neil, whose passion had been aroused, could not be quieted, and spoke out with a growing fury which seemed to choke him:
“So Sailor Willy told ye the danger and then let ye come oot in this nicht! He’ll hae to reckon wi’ me for that when we get in.”
“He telt me naething. I saw Bella Cruickshank gie him the telegram, and I guessed. He doesna ken I’m here — and he maun never ken. Nane must ever ken that a warning cam the nicht to father!”
“But they’ll watch for us commin’ in.”
“We maun rin back to Cuxhaven,” said the quiet voice of Andrew, who had not yet spoken.
“But ye canna,” said Maggie; “the revenue cutter is on the watch, and when the mornin’ comes will follow ye; and besides, hoo can ye get to Cuxhaven in this wind?”
“Then what are we to dae, lass?” said her father.
“Dae, father? Dae what ye should dae — throw a’ this poisonous stuff that has brought this ruin owerboard. Lichten yer boat as ye will lichten yer conscience, and come hame as ye went oot!”
The burly man swore a great oath.
“Nothing overboard shall be thrown. These belongs not to you but to Mendoza. If they be touched he closes on your boat and ruin it is for you!”
Maggie saw her father hesitate, and feared that other counsels might prevail, so she spoke out as by an inspiration. There, amid the surges of the perilous seas, the daughter’s heroic devotion and her passionate earnestness made a new calm in her father’s life:
“Father, dinna be deceived. Wi’ this wind onshore, an’ the revenue cutter ootside an’ the dawn no’ far off ye canna escape. Noo in the darkness ye can get rid o’ the danger. Dinna lose a moment. The storm is somewhat lesser just enoo. Throw a’ owerboard and come back to yer old self! What if we be ruined? We can work; and shall a’ be happy yet!”
Something seemed to rise in the old man’s heart and give him strength. Without pause he said with a grand simplicity:
“Ye’re reet, lass, ye’re reet! Haud up the casks, men, and stave them in!”
Andrew and Neil rushed to his bidding. Mendoza’s men protested, but were afraid to interfere, and one after another bales and casks were lifted on deck. The bales were tossed overboard and the heads of the casks stove in till the scuppers were alternately drenched with brandy and washed with the seas.
In the midst of this, Maggie, knowing that if all were to be of any use she must be found at home in the morning, quietly pulled her boat as close as she dared, and slipping down the rope managed to clamber into it. Then she loosed the painter; and the wind and waves took her each instant farther and farther away. The sky over the horizon was brightening