For Love of Country: A Story of Land and Sea in the Days of the Revolution — John Shaqi
For Love of Country: A Story of Land and Sea in the Days of the RevolutionBrady, Cyrus Townsend
History
For Love of Country: A Story of Land and Sea in the Days of the Revolution
Brady, Cyrus Townsend
United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
This, at least, was a respite. Seymour glanced ahead, and at once gave
the necessary orders. When the course was altered it became necessary
to take in the fore and main topgallantsails, on account of the wind,
now blowing a half gale and steadily rising. The speed of the ship,
therefore, was unfortunately sensibly diminished, and she was soon
pitching and heaving on the starboard tack, much to the astonishment of
Talbot and the crew, who were ignorant of the existence of the shoal,
and the latter of whom could see no necessity for the dangerous
alteration in the course; they, however, of course said nothing, and
Talbot, whose ignorance of seamanship did not qualify him to decide
difficult questions, after a glance at Seymour's stern, pale face,
decided to ask nothing about it. This present course being at right
angles to that of their pursuer, whom neither Seymour nor Bentley
doubted to be the Radnor, would speedily bring the two ships together.
They had gained a small but precious advantage, however, as the
frigate, apparently as much surprised by the unexpected manoeuvre as
their own men, had allowed some moments to elapse before her helm was
shifted and the wind brought on the other quarter; the courses of the
two ships now intersected at an angle of perhaps seventy degrees, which
would bring them together in a short time.
The people on the Mellish could plainly hear the drums of the frigate,
now almost in range, beating to quarters. They were near enough to
count the gunports; it was indeed a heavy frigate,--a thirty-six, just
the rating of the Radnor. Talbot had made ready his field-piece, and
in a moment the heavy boom of the gun echoed over the waters. The shot
fell a little short, but was in good line. Much encouraged, the men
hastened to load the piece again, while the Mellish crept along, all
too slowly for the eager anxiety of her crew, toward the mouth of the
channel, of which most of them, however, knew nothing. The frigate,
partly because in order to bring a gun to bear on the chase it would
have to luff up into the wind and thus lose valuable distance, and also
because the rapidity with which the Mellish was being overhauled
rendered it unnecessary, had hitherto refrained from using its
batteries. The chances of escape under the present conditions were
about even, had it not been for the complication introduced by the
presence of Katharine and her father upon the frigate.
Seymour was in a painful and frightful state of indecision. What
should he do? The dilemma forced upon him was one of those which
Katharine had foreseen, and of which they had talked together. He,
apparently, must decide between his love and his country. If he held
on when he reached the mouth of the channel and passed it by, the
capture of the ship was absolutely inevitable. If he went through the
channel and enticed the English ship after him, the death of his
sweetheart was likewise apparently inevitable.
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