Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century -- Fiction; Napoleonic Wars, 1800-1815 -- Fiction
"No, sir, that I saw it did not, but it did mine."
"It's hardly fair, Cross."
"Quite fair, sir," replied Bob. "The Company is rich, and can afford to
pay, and we want it in the first place, and deserve it in the next. At
all events, it's not upon your conscience, and that schooner is such a
clipper, that I really think we should have lost her, if she had run for
it; besides, as she is as strong as we are, we might have lost a good
many men before we took her."
"That's very true, Bob," replied I, "and satisfies me that I was right
in what I did."
The wind had sprung up much fresher from the westward, and we were now
all three running with a fair wind; and as it continued, we did not put
into Plymouth, but continued our course for Portsmouth, and on the third
day, at a very early hour in the morning, anchored at Spithead.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE.
As it was too soon to present myself to the admiral, I dressed, ready to
go on shore, and hoisted the number of the Diligente as given by the
admiral at Jamaica; but, as I expected, it was not known to the
guard-ship, and there was much surmise among the early risers as to what
might be the large ship, schooner, and brig-of-war, which had entered.
We had just finished the washing of the decks, and I was standing aft
with Cross, who had the morning watch, when he observed to me, "Captain
Keene, we are now at anchor as near as possible to where the Calliope
was when you went adrift in the boat with poor Peggy. Some difference
between your situation now and then."
"Yes, Bob," replied I; "I was thinking the same when I was dressing this
morning, and I was also thinking that you would be very anxious to go on
shore--so you may take a boat as soon as you please; I will order one to
be given to you."
"Thankey, sir. I am a little anxious to see the poor girl, and I think
matters will go smooth now."
"I hope so, with all my heart. Let the gigs be all dressed and cleaned,
and the boat manned at six bells. Pass the word for them to get their
breakfast."
As it was better that I should wait for the admiral's getting up, than
that he should wait for me, I was on shore, and up at the office at
half-past seven o'clock, and found that the admiral was in his
dressing-room. The secretary was there, and I delivered my orders and
despatches, with which he went up to the admiral. In about a quarter of
an hour he came down again with the port-admiral's request that I would
wait for him, and stay to breakfast. The secretary remained with me,
extracting all the West India intelligence that I could give him.
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