Some of the mutineers--for Peter had taken care to summon those he most
suspected--lingered below; but the boatswain's whistle sounded shrilly
along the decks, and one more glance at the determined eye of the
captain sent them flying up to obey its summons. I shall never forget
the appearance of that dauntless man as he sat still and alone in that
dark place, prepared by a dire necessity to hurl himself and all with
him to a terrible destruction. It was a subject truly worthy of the
painter's highest art. We all, indeed, did know him, and knew that,
whatever the cost, he was a man to do what he had threatened. The ship
was quickly got under way, and while the larger number of the ships of
the squadron ran for the Nore against the wishes of their officers, we,
to the surprise of all, who little knew what extraordinary influence
guided our course, stood out to sea in search of the enemies of our
country.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
JACK A PRISONER--A PRIVATEER AND A SLAVER.
On leaving the _Glutton_, I was struck down by sickness, and lay for
many long months in the hospital at Portsmouth, scarcely expecting to
recover. Oh, how hideous did Death, which I had braved a hundred times
in open fight, appear as silently he stalked along the wards of the
hospital! I trembled as I thought of the past;--how small was the hope
I had in the future! There was no one to bring me comfort--no one to
afford counsel--no one to point out the right, the only way by which a
sinner can be justified in the sight of a pure, just, holy God. Many
good resolutions I made--as many were soon afterwards broken. I
recovered; health returned to my veins--vigour to my arm. Once more I
was afloat in a dashing frigate.
We were off the Frenchman's coast. In a deep bay lay a number of the
enemy's vessels. It was necessary to ascertain their character. They
were supposed to be gun-boats. Our second lieutenant, Mr Ronald--a
noble specimen of a naval officer, and as active as a cat, though he had
but one leg--was directed to take the gig, a fast-pulling boat, and to
gain all the information he could. I was with him; so was Peter. The
frigate had made sail, as if about to leave the coast; but as soon as it
was dark, she stood back again. The gig was lowered, and we shoved off.
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