MAGNIFICENT ARRY CHAPTER IX THE TWO PRIVATEERS I A roll of thunder woke Kit. Starting up on his elbows he looked about him. Where was he? Yesterday he had waked in the blue room at the White Cellar, the sparrows chirping under the eaves, the smiling chamber-maid at the door saying, "Half-past seven, sir," and the rumble of the Lewes coach in the yard beneath. It was an altogether different rumble that he heard now. He had never heard it before; yet how well he knew it. It was the roll of the drum, beating to quarters. Across the sea a bugle answered it. The boy thrust his head out of the port. All about him lay a shining floor of sea, gently undulating and six cable lengths away, bearing down upon the sloop, a black ship flying the tricolour. Across the bulk-head a sudden roaring voice boomed out an order. There was the scuffle and scamper of naked feet; the noise of tackle running, shot trundling along the deck, and the roll of guns. Then all was silence but for the thumping of his heart, and the slop of the water about her sides as the little _Tremendous_ footed it into her last fight. II Kit rushed on deck. The sloop, stripped to her topsails, was stirring the water faintly. Only one man was on deck--old Ding-dong, conning the ship himself bareheaded. He was in a worn frock-coat, and faded yellow kerseymere waistcoat, stained with soup and tar; and the hands on the wheel wore grimy kid gloves. There was such a dinginess about the old man's garments, and such a dignity about his face, that Kit almost laughed to see him. Last night the old Commander might have been a Channel pilot, in his rough sea-jacket and sea-boots. Today he was a King's officer, fighting a King's ship; and no mistaking it. There was a change in his face too: something subtle, almost spiritual, that the boy could feel although he could not define it. In fact the explanation was very simple. Old Ding-dong was going into action, and had brushed his hair first as was his invariable custom. "Morn, Mr. Caryll," said the old man, never taking his eyes off his topsails. "I was just going to send for you. You'll be my orderly midshipman. We're in for a little bit o business. See them two?" He jerked his head across the water. Then Kit saw for the first time that two black monsters were sliding down upon them over the shining waters, side by side. The nearer was close on the larboard bow of the sloop; the other, on the same tack, lay on her consort's far quarter. Their bows hardly rippled the water as they stole forward. They seemed to flow with the flowing sea rather than sail. Phantom-ships, they might have been creatures of the night, surprised by day. The boy could see nobody aboard. Save for the flapping of the tricolours, and the occasional creak of a spar, they were still as death. The silence and terror of their coming sickened the lad. The voice of the old Commander, gruff and everyday at his elbow, reassured him.