The brig which had been captured by the _Gannet_ was a fine new vessel,
mounting sixteen guns, and almost a match for the _Gannet_ herself. Mr
Digby, the first lieutenant of the corvette, had been so severely
wounded that he was compelled to go home invalided. Sir Henry Elmore
had much distinguished himself; and the Admiral on the Jamaica station,
who wished to promote him, gave him an acting order as commander of the
prize, which, under the name of the _Rover_ was added to the Navy. As
soon as Sir Henry had commissioned the brig, he sent for True Blue.
"Freeborn," he said, "I think that I can at once obtain an appointment
for you which will suit your wishes. If you will accept it, I will get
the Admiral to give you an acting order as boatswain of the _Rover_, and
you can then take out your warrant as soon as you reach England for a
still higher rate. What do you say?"
The look of intense satisfaction which lighted up True Blue's
countenance assured Sir Henry that his offer would be accepted, and made
him shrewdly suspect that an object beyond the rank of boatswain
depended on it.
"Thank you, Sir Henry, thank you," he answered. "If Paul Pringle says
yes, so do I; and if Peter Ogle doesn't say no, I think that it will be
all right."
"But what has Peter Ogle to do with the matter?" inquired Sir Henry,
trying to be grave.
"Why, you see, Sir Henry, he's Mary's father, and it wouldn't be right
or shipshape to marry without his leave."
"Oh, I see," replied Sir Henry, who had suspected all along how matters
stood. "You have agreed with Mary Ogle to marry her as soon as you are
a boatswain; and as you did not expect to become one for some time to
come, you do not think it would be right `to steal a march,' as the
soldiers say, on her father, and accept the appointment without
consulting him."
"That's just it, Sir Henry," answered True Blue with his usual
frankness. "Peter knows I want to marry his daughter, and that Mary is
ready to marry me; and of course Paul knows it too, and, moreover, says
that I might search the world around and not find a better wife; and
that I know right well. But then, you see, Sir Henry, I expected, and
so did they, that I should have to go out to the East Indies, or round
the world maybe, before I should be able to get my warrant; and so I am
taken all aback, as it were, with joy and pleasure, and I do thank you
from my heart--that I do."
"All right, Freeborn!" exclaimed Sir Henry with evident pleasure, and
putting out his hand. "I wish you all happiness from my heart. We must
take care to pick up a good supply of prize-money, to help you to set up
housekeeping; and all I bargain for is, that you invite me to the
wedding."
"Ay, that I will, Sir Henry, and a right hearty welcome we'll give you,"
was the answer.
Paul Pringle and Peter Ogle yielded their very willing consent to True
Blue's acceptance of the offer made him, and he came, highly delighted,
to tell Sir Henry, who did not suppose that there would be any doubt
about the matter.
"I thought it would be so," he said, handing the newly made boatswain a
handsome silver call and chain. "You will wear this, Freeborn, for my
sake; and, not to lose time, I have already got your appointment. Mr
Nott has also got an acting order as second lieutenant, and Captain
Brine has spared me Tom Marline, Hartland, and Fid, so that you will
have several old shipmates with you. The rest of the crew we must make
up as best we can. Marline will be a quartermaster; are either of the
others fit for petty officers?"
"Well, sir, Hartland is fit for anything, I'll say that of him; and so
would Fid be, if he was more steady and had some education; but though
there is not a fellow I would more trust to in a scrimmage, or to have
at my back when boarding an enemy, he can't depend on himself, if
there's any mischief under weigh, and that's the worst of him."
"Well, then, I'll make Fid boatswain's mate, and then you can have an
eye on him, and keep him in order. As to Hartland, he has been very
steady ever since I have known him, some six years or more. What say
you, if we get him an appointment as acting gunner? He is as well
fitted for the duties as any man I can put my hand on."
"That he is, Sir Henry!" exclaimed True Blue warmly. "There isn't a man
in the service you can more depend on in every way than Harry Hartland,
and there isn't one I would rather have as a brother officer, for we
have, as it were, been brothers ever since he came to sea."
So it was arranged; and Harry Hartland found himself, beyond his most
sanguine expectations, appointed as acting gunner of the _Rover_.
The refitting of the _Rover_ progressed rapidly, while, by degrees, a
number of very fair seamen were picked up. She still wanted more than a
third of her number, when the _Gannet_ received orders to return to
England, and Captain Brine allowed those of his crew who wished to do so
to volunteer for the brig. Here would be evidence whether or not Sir
Henry Elmore and his second lieutenant, and especially his two young
warrant-officers, were popular with their late shipmates.
On the offer being made them, nearly every man on board volunteered for
the _Rover_. Only thirty, however, were allowed to go; but they were
all prime hands, with the exception of Sam Smatch, whose love for True
Blue overcame every other consideration.
"Ah, Mr Freeborn, I come wid you, you see," he said, stepping on board
the brig. "I no call you Billy now, 'cause you great officer, and right
glad to see you; but so I officer very great too. Ship's cook. If the
crew not eat, what become of dem?"
Sam, who was a sheet or two in the wind,--that is to say, not as sober
as he should have been,--was winking and smiling all the time he was
speaking, as if he wished True Blue to understand that though he was
fully aware of the change in their relative positions, his feelings of
affection towards him were in no way altered. One volunteer most of his
old shipmates would willingly have seen return home; but, like a bad
shilling, he turned up when least wanted. When the _Gannet_ sailed,
Gregory Gipples had by some mischance been left on shore, and, meeting
Sir Henry, he begged so strenuously to be taken on board the _Rover_,
and promised so earnestly to reform in all respects, that the young
commander undertook to give him a trial.
This was the first time in his life that True Blue had been parted,
beyond a few days, from Paul Pringle. They both felt the separation
more than they ventured to express or exhibit to their shipmates; but,
as they knew that it was inevitable, they bore it like brave men, each
confident that absence would not diminish the affection which reigned in
their hearts.
Away sailed the _Rover_ for a cruise on the Spanish main, famed in days
of yore as the locality where the richest prizes were to be picked up.
Even Sir Henry Elmore, whose income was, for his rank, somewhat limited,
had no objection to the chance offered of obtaining a stock of
prize-money; and his officers and crew, including True Blue, looked
forward to the prospect with infinite satisfaction.
The brig had been out of Port Royal about a week, when six sail were
discovered to leeward, and proved to be a ship, with four brigs and a
schooner. They continued their course till the _Rover_ got near enough
to allow her commander to see that the schooner and one of the brigs
each carried sixteen guns, and that another carried six.
They, on discovering that the _Rover_ was English, showed French
colours, and drew close together, as if prepared to engage.
"I know, my lads, that you'll wish to take some of these vessels," said
the commander, as he gave the order to bear down upon the enemy.
The schooner, on this, immediately made the signal to all the vessels to
disperse in different directions, while she herself stood away under all
the sail she could carry.
The _Rover_ made chase, and after three hours came up with the ship and
the largest brig, both of which struck without firing a shot. They
proved to be prizes to the schooner, a French privateer, said to be one
of the fastest vessels in those seas, and, from the number of prizes she
had taken, one of the most successful cruisers.
"Fast as she may be," exclaimed Sir Henry, "we will do our best to take
her!"
From the prisoners he learned, also, that she not only carried sixteen
guns, full as heavy as those of the _Rover_, but a crew of not less than
a hundred and fifty men. The ship and brig having prize crews put on
board them, were sent back to Jamaica, and the _Rover_ continued her
chase of the schooner. She kept her in sight, running to the southward,
till Sir Henry felt satisfied that the vessels he had recaptured were
safe, and then, night coming on, she was hid from sight.
When morning broke not a sail was to be seen. Soon after noon, however,
land was discovered ahead, and in an hour afterwards a schooner hove in
sight. As the _Rover_ drew near, she hoisted Spanish colours, and,
evidently soon suspecting the brig's character, put up her helm, and ran
before the wind towards the coast.
It was soon seen that she was not the privateer they were in search of.
On she went, till she ran right on shore. The _Rover_ on this,
shortening sail, hauled her wind, and two boats being lowered, under
command of Mr Nott, True Blue having charge of one of them, pulled in
to ascertain whether she could be got off. The Spaniards, as they
approached, fired a volley at them, and then, abandoning the vessel,
pulled through the surf on shore. The schooner was immediately boarded,
set on fire in every direction; and the English, driving the Spaniards
from the boat, waited till she burned to the water's edge, and the sea,
breaking over her, extinguished the flames.
This necessary though unsatisfactory work having been accomplished, the
_Rover_ made sail along the coast.
Two days afterwards, as she lay becalmed under the land, a schooner,
having long sweeps at work, and three gunboats, were seen making for the
_Rover_. The schooner was large, full of men, and carried a number of
guns, and with the aid of the gunboats, should the calm continue, would,
it was very evident, prove a formidable opponent to the English brig.
Still, as usual, her crew were eager for battle; and as they went to
their guns, they laughed and cut their jokes as heartily as ever. Of
course, Gipples came in for his ordinary share of quizzing. Fid was the
chief quizzer; but he had got several others to join him in making a
butt of Gregory.
"I say, mates, did you ever hear what the savages on that shore out
there do when they take any prisoners?" he began, winking to some of his
shipmates. "They cuts them up just like sheep, and eats them. I've
heard say, that as you walks the streets, you'll see dozens of fellows
sometimes, tarry breeches and all, hanging up in the butchers' shops.
There was the whole crew of the _Harpy_ sloop, taken off here, treated
in that way--that I know of to a certainty. The Captain was a very fat
man, so his flesh fetched twice as much a pound as the others; and when
they served him up at dinner, they ornamented the dish with his epaulets
and the gold lace off his coat."
Gipples opened his eyes very wide, and did not at all like the
description.
Fid continued, "I hope, if they take us, they won't serve us in the same
way; but there's no saying. We'll fight to the last; but all these
gunboats and that big schooner are great odds against our little brig.
Maybe Sir Henry would rather blow up the brig and all on board. I hope
as how he will, and so we will disappoint the cannibals."
While Tim Fid and his companions were running on with this sort of
nonsense, poor Gipples wishing that he was anywhere but on board the
_Rover_, the enemy were gradually stealing out towards her.
True Blue saw that the contest, if carried on in a calm, would be a very
severe one, and anxiously looked out for the signs of a breeze. As the
schooner drew near, it was clear that she was the French privateer of
which they were in search.
"We must take her somehow or other, there's no doubt about that,"
thought True Blue. "We have got some long sweeps; we'll get these all
ready to rig out as soon as she comes near to lay her on board. I'll
hear what the Captain has to say to the idea."
The boatswain on this went as near aft as etiquette would allow, knowing
that the Captain would call him up and talk to him about the approaching
conflict. Sir Henry had himself intended to board the enemy, but
feared, from their being so close in under the land, that before the
contest was over the vessels might drift on shore.
The sweeps were, however, got ready. Just then a light air from off the
land sprang up, and the brig, making all sail, stood away from it--much,
probably, to the satisfaction of her enemies, who fancied that her crew
were afraid of fighting, and that, should they come up with her, she
would prove an easy conquest. They began, therefore, briskly firing
their bow-guns at the _Rover_, a compliment which she as warmly returned
with her after-guns.
The breeze dying away, the sweeps were got out, and the _Rover_ still
kept ahead of her pursuers. All her guns were loaded with round and
small shot; and a warm fire was kept up from her deck with muskets and
pistols at the schooner which followed in her wake, her stern being
kept, by means of the sweeps, directly towards the enemy. One of the
gunboats had dropped astern, but the other two kept close to her.
A Spanish officer on board the schooner now ordered the gunboats to
board the brig, the schooner herself giving signs that she was about to
do the same. Sir Henry watched carefully to ascertain in what way they
were about to attack the brig. The schooner kept off a little, and then
showed that she was about to board on the starboard quarter, while the
gunboats pulled for her larboard quarter and bow.
Sir Henry waited till the schooner and gunboats had got within about
fifteen yards of the brig; then, with the sweeps on the larboard side,
he rapidly pulled her round, so as to bring her starboard broadside to
bear athwart the schooner's bow.
"Now, lads, give it them!" he shouted, and the whole broadside of the
brig, with round and grape shot, was poured into the schooner's bows,
now crowded with men ready to board, raking her fore and aft, and
killing numbers of them. The _Rover_'s crew instantly rushed over to
the other side and swept her round; then, manning the larboard guns,
raked both the gunboats in the same manner.
The shrieks and cries of the wounded showed the damage which had been
done, the Spanish boats backing their oars, as if not wishing to renew
the contest.
A voice from the schooner, however, ordered them to come on, while she
kept firing away, though with somewhat abated energy. The crews of the
Spanish boats having somewhat recovered their courage, once more
returned to the attack; but the _Rover_'s guns kept them from again
attempting to board. Now and then they retired, and whenever they did
so she pulled round, and again brought her broadside to bear on the bows
of the schooner.
Thus for nearly an hour and a half was the contest carried on, when a
light breeze sprang up, which placed the schooner to windward.
True Blue hurried aft. "If we back our headsails, Sir Henry, we shall
run stern on the enemy, and may then carry her by boarding!" he
exclaimed.
"Right, boatswain," was the answer. "Boarders, away!--follow me!"
The manoeuvre was quickly performed. With a crash the brig's stern ran
against the schooner's side, and before the enemy knew what the English
seamen were about, they, led by their gallant young Captain, who was
closely followed by True Blue, had leaped on her deck and were driving
all before them.
A tall French officer, evidently a first-rate swordsman, stood his
ground, and rallied a party round him. He encountered Sir Henry, who,
attacked by another Frenchman, was on the point of being cut down, when
True Blue with his trusty cutlass came to his aid, and turned the fury
of the Frenchman against himself.
There was science against strength and pluck. True Blue saw that all
ordinary rules of defence and attack must be let aside; so, throwing up
the Frenchman's sword with a back stroke of his cutlass, he sprang in on
him, seized him by the throat, and, as he pushed him back, with another
cut brought him to the deck.
The loss of their champion still more disheartened the French, who now
gave way fore and aft. Numbers had been cut down--some jumped
overboard, but the greater portion ran below and sang out lustily for
quarter.
Strange to say, not a man of the _Rover_ was hurt, while nearly fifty
Frenchmen and Spaniards were killed and wounded.
The moment the schooner's flag was hauled down, the Spanish boats made
off; nor did they stop till they had disappeared within some harbour on
the coast.
"I suppose," said Gipples, looking at the swarthy Spanish soldiers with
no friendly eye, "though these chaps may have liked to eat us if they
had caught us, we ain't obliged to eat them."
"That will be as the Captain likes," answered Tim Fid. "Perhaps he'll
not think them wholesome at this time of the year, and let them go."
A very few days were sufficient to refit the _Rover_, and to store and
provision her ready for sea. This time, however, she was ordered to
cruise along the coasts of San Domingo and Porto Rico, towards the
Leeward Islands.
At length she ran farther south, and came off the harbour of
Point-a-Pitre, in the Island of Guadaloupe.
The time allowed for the cruise was very nearly expired, and Sir Henry
was naturally desirous of doing something more than had yet been
accomplished. The saucy little English brig poked her nose close into
the French harbour one morning, and there discovered several vessels at
anchor close under a strong fort.
"We must be on the watch for some of these gentlemen when they come out,
and capture them," thought Sir Henry as the brig steered away again from
the land.
True Blue had, however, fixed his eye on a French gun-brig which lay the
outermost of all the vessels, and which he thought, by a bold dash,
might be carried off.
"It can be done--I know it can, and I will ask the Captain," he said to
himself. "Harry will join me, and I will have Tim Fid and a good set of
staunch men. With two boats and thirty men, we could do it; but if Sir
Henry will give us another boat, so much the better."
Sir Henry, consenting to his proposal, allowed him three boats, and
promised to run in that very night, should the weather prove favourable,
that he might carry out his object.
The boatswain had no difficulty in obtaining all the volunteers he
required for his enterprise, and the rest of the day was spent in making
the necessary preparations.
Towards evening the brig once more stood back in the direction of
Point-a-Pitre. She reached the mouth of the harbour about midnight,
when True Blue and his bold followers shoved off. He had an eight-oared
cutter, carrying sixteen men in all; the remainder were in two boats--
one under command of the gunner, the other of Tom Marline. Tim Fid was
with True Blue.
The night was pitch dark, but a light in the harbour showed them in what
direction to steer. The cutter soon got ahead of the other boats, and,
as True Blue was anxious to get on board before he was discovered by the
French, he kept on without waiting for them.
True Blue was well aware of the dangerous character of the enterprise on
which he was engaged. The brig would not have been placed where she was
unless she had been well armed and manned; and as the _Rover_ had been
perceived in the morning, in all probability her crew would be on the
alert and ready to receive them. Still he knew well what daring courage
could effect, and he had every hope of success.
The mouth of the harbour was reached, and up it the boats rapidly but
silently pulled. There were two or three lights seen glimmering in the
forts, and a few in the town farther off; but none were shown on board
any of the vessels, and True Blue began to hope that the enemy were not
expecting an attack.
True Blue stood up and peered earnestly through the obscurity.
"There she is, lads!" he exclaimed in a low voice. "Starboard a
little--that will do; we will board under her quarter. Stand by to hook
on. Second division, do not leave the boat till we have gained a
footing on the deck. Now, lads, follow me."
True Blue expected when he leaped down to find himself on the deck, with
his arms free to use his cutlass with advantage. Instead of that, he
discovered that he had fallen into a net spread out over the quarter to
dry. Here he could neither stand nor use his weapon, and in this
position a Frenchman thrust a pike towards him, which wounded him in the
thigh. Happily he got his cutlass sufficiently at liberty to cut the
net. Then he dropped once more into the boat, into which he found that
Tim Fid and the rest of the men had been thrust back, several severely
wounded.
It would never do, however, thus to give up the enterprise; so, in a low
voice telling the men to haul the boat farther ahead, he once more
sprang up over the brig's bulwarks. Most of the Frenchmen, fancying
that the attacking boat was still there, had rushed aft.
The clash of British cutlasses, and the flash of pistols in the waist,
quickly brought them back again. True Blue, Fid, and two or three more
stood on the bulwarks, bravely attempting to make good their footing;
but one after the other, and as many more as came up, were hurled back
headlong, some into the water, and others into the boat, till True Blue
stood by himself, opposed to the whole French crew.
Undaunted even then he kept them at bay with his rapidly whirling
cutlass, till those who had fallen overboard had had time to climb into
the boat; then he shouted, "All hands aboard the French brig!"
"Ay, ay," was the answer, "we'll be with you, bo'sun. True Blue for
ever! Hurrah!"
Once more the undaunted seamen, in spite of cuts and slashes, and broken
heads, were climbing up the brig's sides. Fid was the first who joined
True Blue, in time to save him from an awkward thrust of a
boarding-pike; and, dragging it out of the hands of the Frenchman who
held it, he leaped with it down on the deck. A few sweeps of True
Blue's cutlass cleared a space sufficient to enable more of his party to
join him; and these driving the Frenchmen still farther back, all the
boat's crew at last gained the brig's deck. The Frenchmen now fought
more fiercely than before, and muskets and pistols and pikes were
opposed to the British cutlasses; but the weapons of cold steel proved
the most effective.
On the British went. Some of the enemy jumped overboard, the rest
leaped into the cabins, or threw down their weapons and cried for
quarter. The after part of the vessel was gained. A group on the
forecastle still held out. Another furious charge was made. Just then
loud huzzas announced the arrival of the other two boats, and Harry
Hartland and Tom Marline, with their followers, climbing up the sides,
quickly cleared the forecastle.
The Frenchmen who had escaped below were ordered to be quiet, and
sentries, with muskets pointed down, were stationed to keep them so.
The boats were once more manned and sent ahead, the cables were cut,
and, amid a shower of shot from the forts, the gallantly-won brig was
towed out of the harbour. Several other vessels were seen to be
slipping their cables to come in chase; but just then a light air came
down the harbour, which those nearer the shore did not feel. Hands were
sent aloft to loosen the brig's sails. On she glided, increasing her
speed; the boats towed rapidly ahead, but the work became lighter and
lighter every instant.
"Hurrah! we have gained her, and shall keep her!" was the cry on board
the prize.
However, they were not yet quite out of the enemy's harbour. The shot
from the forts came whizzing along after the prize; and though, as not a
light was shown on board her, the gunners could not aim very correctly,
the missiles reached as far or farther than she then was,--now on one
side, now on the other, and sometimes nearly over her.
True Blue occasionally looked aft. Through the darkness he now
distinguished two vessels standing after him. The breeze had increased.
He called the boats alongside, and ordered the crews on board.
Pointing out the vessels astern, "Lads," he said, "we may still have to
fight for our prize: but I am sure that you will defend her to the
last."
"That we will, bo'sun--that we will, never fear," was the cheerful
answer.
The guns were found to be loaded, and the Frenchmen had got up a supply
of powder and shot to defend their vessel when True Blue and his
companions so unceremoniously cut short their proceedings. In case an
action should be fought, it was necessary to secure both the French
officers and seamen. Harry Hartland was charged with this duty. On
going below, he found that not an officer had escaped without a wound;
some had been hurt very severely. Fortunately an assistant-surgeon was
on board, able to look after them. Harry placed a sentry in the
gunroom, with orders to shoot the first man who made the slightest sign
of revolting; while he stationed a couple more over the crew, with
directions to treat them in the same way.
The two vessels were getting very near; so was the mouth of the harbour.
Not far outside True Blue knew that he should find the _Rover_. On
they came. He luffed across the bows of one, and poured in a broadside;
then he treated the other in the same way, and directly afterwards, with
a slashing breeze, dashed out of the harbour. In a quarter of an hour
he was up to the _Rover_, and right hearty were the cheers with which he
was received; for the constant firing had made Sir Henry fear that the
boats were pursued, and that the enterprise had failed.
The two vessels now stood away under all sail from the land.
"I have known many brave actions," said Sir Henry, when on the next day
True Blue presented himself before his Captain, "but I assure you,
Freeborn, none exceeds the one you have just performed in dash or
gallantry. You have still, I am certain, the road to the higher ranks
of our noble profession open to you, if you will but accept the first
step."
"Thank you, Sir Henry," answered True Blue modestly; "I have just done
my duty. My mind is made up about the matter. I wished to take the
craft, just to show that I deserved your good opinion of me; and perhaps
it may help somewhat to confirm me in my rank as bo'sun, and if it does,
I shall be well content."