Country life -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Siblings -- Fiction
The bo'sun had taken part in so many cuttings-out during his past career
that practically he did all the talking, and was the Council of War
himself. It was to be an affair of boats, he explained. A boat's-crew
would be told off to cut the cables, and two boats'-crews to climb
stealthily on board and overpower the sleeping Frenchmen, and two more
boats' crews to haul the doomed vessel out of the bay. This made rather
a demand on my limited resources as to crews; but I was prepared to
stretch a point in a case like this, and I speedily brought my numbers
up to the requisite efficiency.
The night was both moonless and star-less--I had arranged all that--when
the boats pushed off from the side of our vessel, and made their way
toward the ship that, unfortunately for itself, had been singled out
by Fate to carry me home in triumph. I was in excellent spirits, and,
indeed, as I stepped over the side, a lawless idea crossed my mind, of
discovering another Princess on board the frigate--a French one this
time; I had heard that that sort was rather nice. But I abandoned the
notion at once, recollecting that the heroes of all history had always
been noted for their unswerving constancy.
The French captain was snug in bed when I clambered in through his
cabin window and held a naked cutlass to his throat. Naturally he was
surprised and considerably alarmed, till I discharged one of my set
speeches at him, pointing out that my men already had his crew under
hatchways, that his vessel was even then being towed out of harbour, and
that, on his accepting the situation with a good grace, his person
and private property would be treated with all the respect due to the
representative of a great nation for which I entertained feelings of the
profoundest admiration and regard and all that sort of thing. It was a
beautiful speech. The Frenchman at once presented me with his parole,
in the usual way, and, in a reply of some power and pathos, only begged
that I would retire a moment while he put on his trousers. This I
gracefully consented to do, and the incident ended.
Two of my boats were sunk by the fire from the forts on the shore, and
several brave fellows were severely wounded in the hand-to-hand struggle
with the French crew for the possession of the frigate. But the bo'sun's
admirable strategy, and my own reckless gallantry in securing the French
captain at the outset, had the fortunate result of keeping down the
death-rate. It was all for the sake of the Princess that I had arranged
so comparatively tame a victory. For myself, I rather liked a fair
amount of blood-letting, red-hot shot, and flying splinters. But when
you have girls about the place, they have got to be considered to a
certain extent.
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