His mate pointed to the lee-quarter of the other vessel, where, sure
enough, a large rope was seen whipping the water, as though in the very
process of being extended. The truth instantly flashed on the mind of
our young mariner. The Rover lay secret-moored with a spring, with a
view to bring; his guns more readily to bear upon the battery, should
his defence become necessary, and he now profited, by the circumstance,
in order to prevent the trader from passing to leeward. The whole
arrangement excited a good deal of surprise, and not a few execrations
among the officers of the “Caroline;” though none but her Commander had
the smallest twinkling of the real reason why the kedge had thus been
laid, and why a warp was so awkwardly stretched across their path. Of
the whole number, the pilot alone saw cause to rejoice in the
circumstance. He had, in fact, got the ship in such a situation, as to
render it nearly as difficult to proceed in one way as in the other;
and he was now furnished with a sufficient justification, should any
accident occur, in the course of the exceedingly critical manoeuvre,
from whose execution there was now no retreat.
“This is an extraordinary liberty to take in the mouth of a harbour,”
muttered Wilder, when his eyes put him in possession of the fact just
related. “You must shove her by to windward, pilot; there is no
remedy.”
“I wash my hands of the consequences, as I call all on board to
witness,” returned the other, with the air of a deeply offended man,
though secretly glad of the appearance of being driven to the very
measure he was a minute before so obstinately bent on executing, “Law
must be called in here, if sticks are snapped, or rigging parted. Luff
to a hair, boy; luff her short into the wind, and try a half-board.”
The man at the helm obeyed the order. Releasing his hold of its spokes,
the wheel made a quick evolution; and the ship, feeling a fresh impulse
of the wind, turned her head heavily towards the quarter whence it
came, the canvas fluttering with a noise like that produced by a flock
of water-fowl just taking wing. But, met by the helm again, she soon
fell off as before, powerless from having lost her way, and settling
bodily down toward the fancied slaver, impelled by the air, which
seemed, however, to have lost much of its force, at the critical
instant it was most needed.
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