“Vy vont you be content to take a quiet passage and hax no question?” was
the uncivil rejoinder, which I felt inclined to resent, until I remembered
that we were in the hands of the Philistines, where a quarrel would have
been worse than useless. I was gulping down the insult as well as I could,
when the black captain came-aft, and, with the air of an equal, invited
us into the cabin to take a glass of grog. We had scarcely sat down
before we heard a noise like the swaying up of guns, or some other heavy
articles, from the hold.
I caught Mr Splinter’s eye--he nodded, but said nothing. In half an hour
afterwards, when we went on deck, we saw by the light of the moon, twelve
eighteen-pound carronades mounted, six of a side, with their
accompaniments of rammers and sponges, water buckets, boxes of round,
grape, and canister, and tubs of wadding, while the combings of the
hatchways were thickly studded with round shot. The tarpawling and lumber
forward had disappeared, and there lay long Tom ready levelled, grinning
on his pivot.
The ropes were all coiled away, and laid down in regular man-of-war
fashion; while an ugly gruff beast of a Spanish mulatto, apparently the
officer of the watch, walked the weather-side of the quarter-deck, in
the true pendulum style. Look-outs were placed aft, and at the gangways
and bows, who every now and then passed the word to keep a bright
look-out, while the rest of the watch were stretched silent, but
evidently broad awake, under the lee of the boat. We noticed that each
man had his cutlass buckled round his waist, that the boarding-pikes had
been cut loose from the main boom, round which they had been stopped, and
that about thirty muskets were ranged along a fixed-rack, that ran athwart
ships, near the main hatchway.
By the time we had reconnoitred thus far, the night became overcast, and a
thick bank of clouds began to rise to windward; some heavy drops of rain
fell, and the thunder grumbled at a distance. The black veil crept
gradually on, until it shrouded the whole firmament, and left us in as
dark a night as ever poor devils were out in. By and by, a narrow streak
of bright moonlight appeared under the lower edge of the bank, defining
the dark outlines of the tumbling multitudinous billows on the horizon, as
distinctly as if they had been pasteboard waves in a theatre.
“Is that a sail to windward, in the clear, think you?” said Mr Splinter to
me in a whisper. At this moment it lightened vividly. “I am sure it is,”
continued he--“I could see her white canvass glance just now.”
I looked steadily, and, at last, caught the small dark speck against the
bright background, rising and falling on the swell of the sea like a
feather.
As we stood on, she was seen more distinctly, but, to all appearance,
nobody was aware of her proximity. We were mistaken in this, however, for
the captain suddenly jumped on a gun, and gave his orders with a fiery
energy that startled us.
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