Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
We kept under the shade of one of the neighbouring vessels. All was
quiet on board the brig. There were no signs of her being about to trip
her anchor. I wondered whether Dubois had put Hoolan and the rest in
irons when he discovered how they had behaved. I could scarcely suppose
that they would have contrived to seize him and his boat's crew when
they returned on board; yet such was possible, and would have been
retributive justice on him for having taken the brig from us. Still I
should have been very sorry indeed to hear that he and La Touche had met
with any injury.
We waited and waited, till it appeared that we were not likely to wait
to any purpose.
At last Larry, who seemed to have forgotten the order he had received to
keep silence, suddenly exclaimed--
"Couldn't we go aboard just to axe the Frenchmen to give me back my
fiddle. That wouldn't be agen' the law of nations, would it, Mr
Terence?"
"Silence there," said Mr Harvey, scarcely able to restrain his
laughter. "I ordered you men not to speak."
"Shure I forgot the same," said Larry in a suppressed tone. "Och! my
fiddle, my fiddle! what will I be after doing without it!"
At length daylight dawned; and according to the orders Mr Harvey had
received, we returned on board. As the sun rose, a light breeze began
to play over the surface of the harbour. A look-out was sent aloft to
keep watch on the brig, while every preparation was made for heaving up
the anchor and making sail, should she be seen to get under weigh.
Dubois, knowing that Larry and I had gone aboard the frigate, must have
been aware that the captain was acquainted with the character of his
vessel, and also that she was carrying despatches. He would certainly,
I thought, suppose that we should follow him, should he put to sea. I
therefore scarcely fancied that he would venture out of the harbour
during daylight, but fully expected that he would wait another night, on
the chance of there being a breeze during the time to enable him to get
away. I was therefore greatly surprised when the look-out hailed--
"The brig is loosing her topsails, and heaving up her anchor."
The breeze at this time had freshened considerably. Scarcely had the
words been uttered than I saw, between the other vessels, the brig, with
her topsails and courses set, steering towards the narrow entrance,
through which only small or light vessels could venture.
The capstan was instantly manned; the hands were ordered aloft, and
topsails, and topgallant-sails were let fall; but before we could cant
the right way, the brig had passed us, and had already reached the
passage, when, the head-sails filling, the anchor was tripped, and being
run up to the bows, we steered for the broader and only safe channel.
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