Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
Mid-day arrived; an observation was taken. I found that we were in the
latitude of the Virgin Islands, still a long way from Guadaloupe. When
once among the islands, we should very easily escape during the night.
Dubois and La Touche were congratulating themselves, when the look-out
aloft shouted, "Several sail in sight to the south-east!"
La Touche, immediately on hearing this, went to the masthead. I should
have liked to have followed him, eager to know what they were. He said
nothing till he came down. I then saw by the way he spoke to Dubois
that he considered them to be enemies. After a short consultation the
helm was put to starboard, and the brig headed more to the north; the
yards were braced up, though the studding-sails were still set. In my
eagerness to ascertain what the strangers were, I sprang aloft without
waiting to ask leave of Dubois. He did not, however, call me down. As
I got to the topgallant masthead I looked eagerly to the southward, and
I made out what I took to be a large fleet standing to the eastward,
while here and there ships were scattered about, which I took to be
frigates. I had no doubt that Dubois concluded they were English, and
had therefore no wish to run in among them. We had heard before we left
Jamaica that Sir George Rodney was expected out to join Sir Samuel Hood,
and I had little doubt but that the fleet in sight was that of either
the one or the other of those admirals. Whether the brig would escape
them or not was doubtful, and I expected every instant to see either a
frigate or corvette coming in chase of us. Our other pursuer could not
have seen the ships visible from our masthead, and would therefore not
understand the reason for our change of course. Had it been earlier in
the day, our capture by either one or the other would have been certain;
but Dubois might now manage, by good seamanship, to slip between the
two. The wind increased, and our starboard studding-sails were taken
in; we carried those on our larboard side to the last. Having satisfied
myself, I returned on deck.
"Do you know what those ships are away to the southward?" asked Dubois.
"Yes, monsieur, I believe them to be English," I answered. "And you
expect them to catch us, do you?" he said.
"That depends on circumstances," I replied; "but I know your
determination, and believe that you will make every effort to escape."
"You may be sure of that," he said, laughing. "See how I'm carrying on.
Many would have shortened sail before this."
I made no reply, but looked aloft. The brig was literally tearing
through the water; the breeze was increasing; the sails were bulging
out, every rope stretched out to its utmost tension; the studding-sails
pulled and tugged as if eager to fly away. Presently there came a loud
crack, and both studding-sail booms broke off close to the irons. The
men attempted to get in the fluttering canvas.
"Cut! cut!" cried Dubois. "Let them go!"
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