"What tough fellows those must be to hold out so long," said Jack. "I
should have thought they would have had enough of it before this."
The governor had already come to the same conclusion, and during the
night he and his followers evacuated the place, and in the morning some
Turks and Austrians were sent on shore to take possession. The capture
of Acre terminated the war in Syria, for many of the tribes which had
been hesitating which side to choose, joined the Sultan's forces, and
the army of Ibrahim Pacha dwindled from 75,000 to 20,000 men. Sir
Charles Napier went to Alexandria, and Mehemet Ali, persuaded that the
tide of war had turned against him, undertook to evacuate Syria, and to
restore the Turkish fleet, as soon as the Sultan should send him a
firman, granting him the hereditary government of Egypt. Everybody
engaged in the Syrian war got a great deal of credit, and my three
friends came in for a midshipman's share of the honours showered on the
victors. Once more the _Racer_ was ploughing the waters of the
Mediterranean with her head to the westward. She had been her full time
on the station, and it was the general expectation that she would
speedily be ordered home.
"Hurrah for old England!" was the joyous cry on board, and no one
enjoyed the thoughts of returning home more than did the three friends,
and yet there was a lump of bitter in the bottom of the cup to spoil
this pleasure. It was the thought that in all probability they would be
soon separated, for how long they could not guess--perhaps years might
pass away before they could again meet. They resolved, however, to
stick together if they could, and, at all events, never to fail in
letting each other know their whereabouts.
The _Racer_ reached Portsmouth at last. There was a paying off dinner,
given by the midshipmen to the gun-room officers, at the far-famed _Blue
Posts_. Old Hemming presided, and a very good president he made. The
first course was over when a stumping on the stairs was heard, and the
waiter, opening the door, announced Admiral Triton. Jack sprang up and
grasped his hand warmly.
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