The _Gannet_ was bound to the West Indies. All True Blue's friends were
on board. The indignation they felt at the way he had first been
captured, and then kept on board, was very great. He had contrived to
get off a letter to Mary, who of course told her father and Abel Bush
what had occurred; and they at once told the Captain, who, finding that
the brig was still at Plymouth, hoped to get there in time to recover
him.
"Ah, True Blue, my lad, you did right to stick to your ship, and not to
run," observed Paul Pringle, when his godson told him how much he had
been tempted to do so. "Look here, now; if you had run, you see, you
would have found the _Gannet_ sailed, and lost your ship altogether.
There's no doubt about the matter."
Sir Henry Elmore was still on board as second lieutenant, and appeared
very glad to see him. Captain Brine called him aft, and spoke very
kindly to him. Moreover, he told him that he had given him the rating
of captain of the foretop, which was a great honour for so young a
seaman, and that when another vacancy occurred, he should have the
highest which his age would allow.
The ship had a quick passage to the West Indies, without meeting with an
enemy or even making a prize of a merchantman. When there, however,
plenty of work appeared cut out for her.
Before long, when cruising off Porto Rico, a sail was descried from the
masthead. The stranger at once bore down on the corvette. She was soon
made out to be a large ship. No thought of flight entered the heads of
any one. If Spanish, they would take her; if French, they might hope to
beat her off. All hands were rather disappointed when she made the
signal of H.M. frigate _Trent_; and when she came up she hove to, and
Captain Brine, ordering his boat, went on board.
The two ships made sail and stood in for the land. As they skirted
along the coast, as near in as they could venture, several vessels were
seen at anchor in a bay, under the protection of a fort. Some were
large and apparently armed. The frigate and corvette now stood off
shore again, and the senior Captain informed Captain Brine that he
proposed cutting them out at night, when they would be less prepared for
an attack. Before the evening, the two ships had run to a sufficient
distance not to be seen from the shore.
As soon as it was dark, they once more beat up towards the bay. Every
preparation was made for the intended cutting-out expedition. There
were six boats, all of which were placed under the command of the first
lieutenant of the frigate, and Sir Henry Elmore went as second in
command, with True Blue as his coxswain.
The ships hove to, and the boats shoved off about midnight. In two of
them the marines of the frigate, with their officer, were embarked, to
act on shore if necessary. The plan was, that they were together to
board each vessel in succession, beginning at the largest. With muffled
oars and in dead silence away they pulled. The night was dark; but the
phosphoric sparkle of the water as the boats clove their way through it,
and the oars lifted it in their upward stroke, might have betrayed them
as they drew near, had the Spaniards been vigilant.
The frigate's boats, it was settled, should board aft, while the
corvette's boarded forward of each vessel.
The outline of the hills rose in a clear line ahead, while the fort
appeared directly above their heads, looking down on the anchorage,
where the vessels lay clustered together. Not a light appeared; there
was not a movement of any sort: the Dons were evidently fast asleep.
They were close alongside one of the largest ships--a heavy merchantman,
she seemed--when the loud barking of a dog was heard. Still no one was
aroused. It increased in fury as they approached. At last one of the
watch must have seen the strange boats, for he shouted to his shipmates.
They did not understand their danger till the British seamen were
climbing up the ship's sides. The deck was won, and every Spaniard who
came up from below was unceremoniously knocked down again. The prize
was armed and the crew were numerous; so, as soon as they were secured
below hatches, a mate with a boat's crew was ordered to cut the cable,
make sail, and carry her out to the ships outside.
This first victory had been bloodless and easy; but now all the crews of
the vessels were on the alert, as were the garrison of the fort, though
in the darkness they were unable to ascertain in which direction to
point their guns. However, they soon opened their fire on the outer
ship, when she began to move; but their range was not correct, and their
shot fell among friends and foes alike. The shot fell rapidly among the
boats; and at the same moment a warm fire of musketry was opened on them
from the decks of the vessels, proving that there must be a considerable
number of men among them, and that some were well armed.
To silence the fort, the marines were ordered to land; and while they
gallantly rushed up the heights to storm it, the bluejackets pulled on
towards the next vessel. As they got alongside, she seemed like a
man-of-war or a privateer; but there was no time for deliberation. Up
her sides they were bound to go. As Sir Henry and his boat's crew made
the attempt, they were received with boarding-pikes and pistol-shots in
their faces. The bow-gun in the boat was in return pointed up and
loaded to the muzzle with musket balls and all sorts of langrage. It
cleared a space on the deck, and before it was again occupied the
English had possession of it.
Two vessels were thus taken, both armed; but the strength of the
cutting-out party was gradually decreasing, while the number of the
enemy appeared as large as ever.
The cable of the vessel, a schooner, was cut; and the night wind blowing
off shore, headsail was got on her, and she stood out after the first
captured. The boats pulled on to attack a third vessel, while the fire
of the marines as they stormed the fort, smartly returned by its
defenders, lighted up the ground above them.
The next vessel was also a schooner. She looked long but low, and it
seemed as if there would be but little difficulty in boarding her; but
it was found as they got up to her that stout boarding nettings were
triced up all round, though no one was to be seen on her decks.
Sir Henry Elmore's division was the first which reached, her, and True
Blue was the first man up her side, the young lieutenant being close
behind him. True Blue was hacking away at the netting, as were the
other boarders, several of whom had leaped down on deck, when True Blue
sprang through the opening he had made, and, grasping Sir Henry,
literally forced him back into the boat. Before a word could be spoken
there was a loud roar, the deck of the vessel lifted, fierce flames
burst out from her sides, and all on board were blown into the air.
True Blue's quick eye had detected the first glare of the flame as it
appeared through the hatchway, and instantly he sprang back, or he would
have been too late. As it was, he was very much scorched, as was Sir
Henry in a less degree, though somewhat hurt by his fall.
"You have again saved my life, Freeborn!" he exclaimed as soon as he had
recovered his senses and saw what had occurred.
"All right, sir," answered Billy; "but we will punish the next craft. I
suppose they don't all intend to blow up. Hurrah, lads, we've not done
with the Dons yet!"
Even while he was speaking, the mast, spars, and rigging of the vessel
which had blown up kept thickly falling around them. Some of the
English seamen were hurt, and one or more killed by them, besides three
or four killed by the actual explosion on board; still the commander of
the expedition was not a man to give up any work on account of losses.
On they went, therefore, towards the next vessel--a large brig. The
Spanish crew were prepared to receive them, and opened a hot fire from
several guns. However, from being pointed too high, the shot passed
over their heads.
The boats were the next instant alongside. Sir Henry, with True Blue,
gained the forecastle. Scarcely for a minute did the Spaniards
withstand their onslaught; their boats were on the opposite side, and,
rapidly retreating, they leaped into them.
"Elmore, you and your boat's crew keep possession of the vessel, and
carry her out," said the first lieutenant. "I will take a couple more,
and, if possible, come back for the rest."
Having hurriedly given these directions, he with his men leaped into
their boats, while Sir Henry gave the necessary orders for getting the
brig under weigh; the jib was hoisted, and two hands were sent aloft to
lower the fore-topsail.
True Blue, however, without waiting for orders, acted on the impulse
which seized him, and hurried below. It was more than an impulse; his
mind was full of the dreadful fate he and his companions had just
escaped, and it occurred to him that the Spaniards might again be guilty
of a similar act of barbarity.
All was quiet below, but a stream of light issued from a chink in one of
the side cabins. He hastily opened the door; a taper was burning on the
top of a cask. The cask was full of gunpowder! Several similar casks
stood around. The slightest heeling over of the brig, as her sails felt
the wind, might make her share the fate of her consort, or, in another
minute or two, the candle itself would burn down and ignite the powder.
There was not a moment for deliberation, and yet the slightest act of
carelessness would destroy him and his friends. A single spark falling
from the long wick would be ruin. A firm hand and a brave heart were
required to do that apparently simple act--to withdraw the taper from
the cask. It must be done at that moment! He heard Sir Henry calling
him to take the helm. Planting his feet one on each side of the cask,
to steady himself, he stooped down, and, bringing his hands round the
taper, enclosed it tightly within them, withdrawing them quickly, and at
the same time pressing out every particle of fire. When it was done,
his heart beat more freely. He hurried round to ascertain that no
similar mine existed, ready to destroy them, and then, returning on
deck, went calmly to the helm.
The gallant marines had in the meantime bravely done the work on which
they had been sent, as was evident from the cessation of the fire from
the fort, and the cries of the Spaniards who had been driven out of it.
Having spiked the guns, they came down to the shore, when the boats went
in and re-embarked them.
A large merchant ship was brought off, and another schooner. The rest
of the vessels were either scuttled or had driven on shore. The latter
were set on fire, and the whole expedition then sailed away with their
well-won prizes.
"I called to you some time before you came to the helm. Where were you,
Freeborn?" said Sir Henry as the brig they had captured had got some way
out of the harbour.
True Blue only then told his superior officer of the providential escape
they had had.
"But we ought to have drowned the casks. Should any careless fellow be
prowling about with a light, we might all be blown up as it is."
"The people were too busy on deck, I know, Sir Henry," answered True
Blue. "I shut the door, and think there is no risk."
Sir Henry, however, did not feel comfortable till he had taken
precautions against the risk they were running. Sending Tom Marline,
now a quartermaster, to the helm, he got a lantern, and he and True
Blue, going below, brought on deck all the casks of powder they could
find. True Blue then suggested that they might search further; and in
the hold of the vessel they discovered a considerable quantity more,
while the magazine, the door of which had been left open, was full.
Had, therefore, the first explosion merely set her on fire, the
remainder of the powder would have blown her and all on board to
fragments.
"Had you been an officer, Freeborn, you would have been able to have
command of the prize," observed Sir Henry. "I wish you were from my
heart, for you deserve it richly."
"Very happy as I am, Sir Henry, thank you," was True Blue's answer.
"Maybe when I'm a bo'sun I may have charge of some craft or other; but
I've no wish now to command this or any other vessel."
All Sir Henry could say would not rouse True Blue's ambition. He got,
however, very great commendation from Captain Brine for his conduct in
the cutting-out expedition. The prizes were officered and manned from
the frigate and corvette, and the two ships shortly after this parted
company. The _Gannet_ took two or three more prizes, and sent them into
Jamaica. Some little time had passed when, as the _Gannet_ was standing
to the southward of Guadaloupe, having gone through the passage between
that island and Dominique, just as day broke, the land was seen in the
far distance; and much nearer, on the weather beam, a sail, which no one
doubted was an enemy's frigate.
There she lay, with fully twenty guns grinning through each of her
sides, opposed to the _Gannet's_ nine in her broadside. Some short time
elapsed after the two ships had discovered each other. The midshipman
of the watch had gone down to summon Captain Brine.
"I wonder what our skipper will do?" observed Tom Marline to True Blue.
"Shall we fight the Frenchman, or up stick and run? or give in if we
find that he has a faster pair of heels than we have, which is likely
enough?"
"Run! Give in!" ejaculated True Blue. "I hope not, indeed. I know you
too well, Tom, to fancy that you'd be for doing either one or the other
without a hard tussle for it. It's my idea the Captain won't give in as
long as we have a stick standing or the ship will float. If we are
taken, depend on it, he will sell the Frenchmen a hard bargain."
"Right, lad--right!" exclaimed Tom Marline. "I knowed, Billy, that
you'd think as I do; and if the Captain proposes to do what I think he
will, we must stick by him, for I know some of the people don't quite
like the look of things, and fancy it's hopeless to contend with such
odds."
Captain Brine, however, when he came on deck and took a survey of the
state of affairs, did not seem to hold quite to the opinion of Tom and
True Blue. His heart did not quail more than theirs; but he reflected
that he had no right to hazard the lives of his people and the loss of
his ship in a contest against odds so great, if it could be avoided. He
gave a seaman's glance round as he came on deck, and then instantly
ordered all sail to be made, and the ship's head to be kept north-west.
The stranger, which then hoisted French colours, leaving no doubt of her
character, made all sail in chase. Anxiously she was watched by all
hands.
"I thought how it would be, Billy!" exclaimed Tom Marline; "she is
coming up fast with us. The Monsieurs build fast ships--there's no
doubt on't; we shall have to fight her."
Meantime, all the crew were not so satisfied. Gipples and several
others like him looked at their overpowering enemy, and some went below
to fetch out their bags, for the sake of putting on their best clothing.
"I don't see why we should go for to have our heads shot away, or get
our legs and arms knocked off, just for the sake of what the Captain
calls honour and glory," observed Gipples in a low voice to those
standing near him. "We are certain to lose the ship and be made
prisoners when a quarter of us, or it maybe half, are killed and
wounded, and I for one don't see the fun of that."
"No more don't I," observed Sam Smatch, who had come up on deck to have
a look round. "I've been fiddler of a seventy-four, and now I'm cook of
this here little craft, all for the sake of old friends, and I've larned
a thing or two; but I haven't larned that there's any use knocking your
head against a stone wall, or trying to fight an enemy just three times
your size, and that's the real difference between us and that big
Frenchman. Mind you, mates, though, I don't want to be made a prisoner
by the Frenchmen, but it can't be helped--that I see."
Such was the tone of the remarks made by a considerable number of the
crew as they watched the gradual approach of the frigate. It was not
surprising, when they considered that they had, with their diminished
numbers, not a hundred men to oppose, probably, three hundred. Mr
Digby, the first lieutenant, as he passed along the decks, observed
their temper and reported it to the Captain.
"Never mind what some of them just now feel," he answered; "we have
plenty of good men and true, who will stand by me to the last. I intend
to fight the Frenchman, and beat him off, too. Send the men aft; I will
speak to them."
The crew, both the discontented and the staunch, came crowding aft.
"My lads," cried Captain Brine, "you have served with me now for some
time, and on numerous occasions showed yourselves to be gallant and true
British sailors. We have been in several actions when the enemy has
been fully equal to us in force, and we have never failed to come off
victorious; and not only victorious, but for every man we have lost, the
enemy has lost five or six. As I have ever before been successful, so I
hope to be now. You see that French frigate coming up astern? I intend
to engage her, as I am sure you will all stand by me to the last. Never
mind that she has got twice as many guns as we have; if we handle our
bulldogs twice as well as she does hers, we shall be a match for her.
So, my lads, go to your quarters. Fight as bravely as you ever have
done for our good King and dear Old England; and let us uphold the
honour of our flag, and thoroughly drub the Frenchmen."
"That we will, sir--that we will!" shouted True Blue, several others
joining him. "Hurrah for Old England! Hurrah! hurrah!"
"The sooner, then, we begin the better, my lads," continued Captain
Brine. "Wait till I give the word to fire; and when I do give it, don't
throw your shot away."
After another hearty cheer, set off by True Blue, the men went steadily
to their quarters. Royals and topgallant-sails were handed, the courses
were clewed up, and the corvette under her three topsails stood calmly
on, waiting the approach of the enemy. Undoubtedly the Frenchmen
fancied that some desperate trick was going to be played them.
On came the frigate. "Remember, lads, do not fire till every shot will
tell!" cried Captain Brine. "Wait till I give the word."
The frigate, under all sail, approached on the starboard and weather
beam of the corvette. As the former found that her small antagonist was
within range of her guns, she opened her fire; but the guns, being
pointed high, either passed over the British ship or merely injured some
of her rigging.
When the Frenchman got within hail, some one on board, seeing the small
size of the corvette, and believing that she would instantly give in,
sang out, "Strike! strike, you English!"
"Ay, that we will, and pretty hard, too," answered Captain Brine through
his speaking trumpet. "Give it them, my lads!"
The loud cheer which the crew gave on hearing this reply had not died
away before every shot from the corvette's broadside had found its way
across the frigate's decks, or through her side. Again the heavy
carronades were run in and loaded.
"Remember, lads, we have to make our nine guns of a side do more work
than the Frenchman's twenty!" cried True Blue as he hauled in on the
gun-tackle, every muscle strained to the utmost. "Hurrah, boys! we've
already sent twice as many shot aboard him as he has given us."
With similar cries and exclamations, True Blue and others of the best
seamen encouraged the rest, while the commissioned and warrant-officers
kept their eyes on any who seemed to despair of success, and urged them
to persevere.
Captain Brine seldom for a moment took his eyes off the French ship, and
kept his own just at sufficient distance to let his carronades have
their full effect, and yet not near enough to run the risk of being
suddenly boarded, should any of his masts or spars be shot away. This
seemed to be the aim of the Frenchman, for but very few of her shot had
struck the hull of the corvette, though they had considerably damaged
her rigging.
At length the frigate put up her helm to close. Captain Brine, who had
been watching for this manoeuvre, shouted to his men to cease firing for
an instant, till her head came round.
"Now rake her, my boys!" he cried; and the shot and various missiles
with which the guns were loaded went crashing in through the frigate's
bow-ports and along her main deck.
He then put his own helm down, and, hauling the tacks aboard, would have
shot ahead of the Frenchman, had not the latter done the same to prevent
her opponent obtaining the weather-gage. Just as she was doing so, she
received the larger portion of another broadside. Thus the two ships
ran on. Nothing could exceed the rapidity with which the _Gannet's_
crew kept up their fire. For nearly two hours they had fought on. One
man only had been wounded. What the casualties of the enemy were, they
could not tell; but they had every reason to believe them severe.
Suddenly the frigate ceased firing; she was seen to haul her tacks
aboard, and away she stood to the northward, under a press of sail, the
corvette being too much cut up in rigging and sails to follow.
Right hearty were the cheers which burst from the throats of the seamen
when they found that their Captain had fulfilled his promise and beat
off the Frenchmen. No one cheered more loudly than Gregory Gipples,
whether or not at pleasure at having escaped without harm, or at the
honour of having beaten the enemy, may be doubted.
"Well shouted, old Gipples!" cried Tim Fid. "One would suppose you'd
been and done it all yourself."
Just then a puff of smoke was seen to proceed from one of the retreating
frigate's after-ports, and the next instant poor Gipples was spinning
along the deck, shrieking out with terror and pain. Out of all the
crew, in spite of the heavy fire to which the corvette had been exposed,
he and another poor fellow were the only men hit. This shot seemed a
parting one of revenge. As Captain Brine watched the receding frigate,
he could scarcely persuade himself that she would not again bear down
upon him. On she stood--farther and farther off she got, till her hull
sank beneath the horizon, and her courses, and then her topsails, and
finally her topgallant-sails and royals, were hid from sight.
Fid, Hartland, and others carried poor Gipples below. Wonderful to
relate, when the surgeon came to examine him, he pronounced his wound,
though bad, not of necessity mortal, and thought that under favourable
circumstances he might possibly do well. No one could have tended him
more carefully and kindly than True Blue and his other old messmates;
and he showed more gratitude for their attention than might have been
expected.
Scarcely had the enemy disappeared, when the lookout at the masthead
reported a large ship on the lee beam. Every exertion that could be
made was applied to get the _Gannet_ into a condition to chase, and in
an hour's time, under a wide spread of canvas she was standing after the
stranger.
The latter appeared not to be a man-of-war, as she made off towards the
Island of Guadaloupe, then dead to leeward. As she had so far the
start, it became a question whether she could be brought to before she
ran herself on shore. Still the _Gannet_, it was soon seen, sailed
faster than she did, and Guadaloupe was scarcely visible on the horizon.
The breeze freshened, the corvette tore with foam-covered bows through
the blue glittering ocean. At 11 a.m. she had made sail. By 3 p.m. she
had got the stranger within range of her long guns.
"She is remarkably like an English ship, and from the way she is
handled, I think she must be a prize, with a small crew on board,"
observed the first to the second lieutenant.
After a few shots, the stranger's main-topsail-yard was shot away, when
she brought to, and proved to be the _Swift_, a British merchant ship,
bound to Barbadoes, a prize to the frigate the _Gannet_ had just beaten
off. Mr Nott, with ten men, including True Blue and Tim Fid, were sent
on board to work her; and as, instead of deserving the name of the
_Swift_, she was more worthy of that of the _Tub_, the _Gannet_ took her
in tow, hoping to carry her to Barbadoes. All night long she towed her.
At daybreak next day, Captain Brine found that the misnamed _Swift_ had
drifted close in towards the land, while within her lay a frigate, and
to all appearance the very frigate he had beaten off the day before.
Not a breath of wind ruffled the calm surface of that tropical sea. It
was evident that the _Gannet_ herself could do nothing to assist her
prize. The Captain therefore called his officers round him, and asked
their opinion as to the possibility of successfully defending her with
the boats. They were against the advisability of making such an
attempt.
As the daylight increased, the French frigate discovered the character
of the two ships outside her.
"I wonder whether she will attempt to retake the _Swift_," said Captain
Brine. "If so, Nott will be unable to defend her, and I must recall
him. Let the lookout aloft give us notice the instant any boats are
seen to leave her side."
No long time had elapsed before the French, supposing that the calm was
going to continue, put off from the frigate with four boats.
"I believe Nott and his men would defend the prize to the last; but I
must not expose them to such a risk," observed the Captain.
"I am sure our True Blue won't give in if he has a word in the matter,"
observed Paul Pringle to Peter Ogle. "Mr Nott is staunch, too.
They'll do their best to beat the Frenchmen off."
This was very well; but though possible, it was not probable that they
would succeed; so the Captain ordered the signal, "Escape in your
boats," to be made.
It had been made some time, and yet it was not answered, probably
because it was not seen. The French were getting very near.
"It's my belief that they intend to try and defend the ship," observed
Paul Pringle. "I wish I was with them if they do--that's all."
"Fire a gun to call their attention to the signal!" cried the Captain.
Immediately the signal was answered, and two boats put off from the
ship's side. In two minutes afterwards the French were up to the prize;
but they seemed inclined to have the crew as well, and, instead of
boarding her, pulled on in chase. Captain Brine, on seeing this,
ordered three boats to be lowered and manned on the opposite side,
hoping that they might venture near enough to be caught themselves.
They now began firing at the two English boats, with which they were
fast coming up. The Frenchmen must have seen that there was a great
chance of their prey escaping them, unless they captured them at once.
The crews uttered loud cries, the boats dashed on. In another minute
they would have been up to them, when the corvette's three boats
appeared from under her counter, and pulled rapidly towards them.
They saw that their chance of success was over, and, pulling round, went
back to the prize as fast as they came.
"We should have fought them, sir, if we had not been recalled," observed
Mr Nott, when reporting what had occurred to the Captain.
There appeared every probability of the corvette having to contend with
two frigates instead of one, for the masts of another were made out in
the harbour just abreast of them. The crew also knew of this. There
was a good deal of talking among them, when they all came aft in a body.
True Blue stepped out from among them, and spoke in a clear, firm
voice:
"You called on us, sir, to fight the last time; we hope, sir, that you
will allow us to ask you to fight this time, and we'll stick by you."
"Thank you, my lads--thank you; I am sure that you will," answered the
Captain. "Whatever we do, we will not disgrace our flag."
The crew gave three loud cheers and retired. Cat's-paws were now seen
playing on the water; the sails of the French frigate filled, but her
head was not turned towards the corvette. Soon the latter also felt the
force of the breeze. Captain Brine ordered the sails to be trimmed, and
the corvette stood away from the land. As she did so, her crew could
clearly make out another frigate coming out of harbour to join her
consort, but what the enemy's two ships were about, it was impossible to
say, as in a short time, with the freshening breeze, they were both run
out of sight.