The _Foxhound_ had for some days been cruising in the Bay of Biscay, and was one morning about the lat.i.tude of Ferrol. The watch was employed in washing down decks, the men and boys paddling about with their trousers tucked up to their knees, some with buckets of water, which they were heaving about in every direction, now and then giving a shipmate, when the first lieutenant"s eye was off them, the benefit of a shower-bath: others were wielding huge swabs, slashing them down right and left, with loud thuds, and ill would it have fared with any incautious landsman who might have got within their reach. The men were laughing and joking with each other, and the occupation seemed to afford amus.e.m.e.nt to all employed.
Suddenly there came a shout from the look-out at the masthead of "Five sail in sight."
"Where away?" asked Lieutenant Saltwell, who was on deck superintending the operations going forward.
"Dead to leeward, sir," was the answer.
The wind was at the time blowing from the north-west, and the frigate was standing close hauled, on the starboard tack, to the westward.
The mate of the watch instantly went aloft, with his spy-gla.s.s hung at his back, to take a look at the strangers, while a midshipman was sent to inform Captain Waring, who, before many minutes had elapsed, made his appearance, having hurriedly slipped into his clothes.
On receiving the report of the young officer, who had returned on deck, he immediately ordered the helm to be put up, and the ship to be kept away in the direction of the strangers.
In a short time it was seen that most of them were large ships; one of them very considerably larger than the _Foxhound_.
The business of washing down the decks had been quickly concluded, and the crew were sent to their breakfasts.
Many remarks of various sorts were made by the men. Some thought that the captain would never dream of engaging so superior a force; while others, who knew him well, declared that whatever the odds, he would fight.
As yet no order had been received to beat to quarters, and many were of opinion that the captain would only stand on near enough to ascertain the character of the strangers, and then, should they prove enemies, make all sail away from them.
Still the frigate stood on, and Bill, who was near one of the officers who had a gla.s.s in his hand, heard him observe that one was a line-of-battle ship, two at least were frigates, while another was a corvette, and the fifth a large brig-of-war.
These were formidable odds, but still their plucky captain showed no inclination to escape from them, but, on the contrary, seemed as if he had made up his mind to bring them to action.
The question was ere long decided. The drum beat to quarters, the men went to their guns, powder and shot were handed up from below, giving ample occupation to the powder-monkeys, and the ship was headed towards the nearest of the strangers. She was still some distance off when the crew were summoned aft to hear what the captain had to say to them.
"My lads!" he said, "some of you have fought under me before now, and though the odds were against us, we licked the enemy. We have got somewhat greater odds, perhaps, at present, but I want to take two or three of those ships; they are not quite as powerful as they look, and if you will work your guns as I know you can work them, we"ll do it before many hours have pa.s.sed. We have a fine breeze to help us, and will tackle one after the other. You"ll support me, I know."
Three loud cheers were given as a response to this appeal, and the men went back to their guns, where they stood stripped to their waists, with handkerchiefs bound round their heads.
Notwithstanding the formidable array of the enemy, the frigate kept bearing down under plain sail towards them.
Our heroes, sitting on their tubs, could see but very little of what was going forward, though now and then they got a glimpse of the enemy through the ports; but they heard the remarks made by the men in their neighbourhood, who were allowed to talk till the time for action had arrived.
"Our skipper knows what he"s about, but that chap ahead of the rest is a monster, and looks big enough to tackle us without the help of the others," observed one of the crew of the gun nearest to which Tom was seated.
"What"s the odds if she carries twice as many teeth as we have! we"ll work ours twice as fast, and beat her before the frigates can come up to grin at us," answered Ned Green, the captain of the gun.
Tom did not quite like the remarks he heard. There was going to be a sharp fight, of that there could be no doubt, and round shot would soon be coming in through the sides, and taking off men"s heads and legs and arms. It struck him that he would have been safer at school. He thought of his father and mother, and brothers and sisters, who, if he was killed, would never know what had become of him; not that Tom was a coward, but it was somewhat trying to the courage even of older hands, thus standing on slowly towards the enemy. When the fighting had once begun, Tom was likely to prove as brave as anybody else; at all events, he would have no time for thinking, and it is that which tries most people.
The captain and most of the officers were on the quarter-deck, keeping their gla.s.ses on the enemy.
"The leading ship under French colours appears to me to carry sixty-four guns," observed the first lieutenant to the captain; "and the next, also a Frenchmen, looks like a thirty-six gun frigate. The brig is American, and so is one of the sloops. The sternmost is French, and is a biggish ship."
"Whatever they are, we"ll fight them, and, I hope, take one or two at least," answered the captain.
He looked at his watch. It was just ten o"clock. The next moment the headmost ship opened her fire, and the shot came whizzing between the ship"s masts.
Captain Waring watched them as they flew through the air.
"I thought so," he observed. "There were not more than fifteen; she"s a store-ship, and will be our prize before the day is over. Fire, my lads!" he shouted; and the eager crew poured a broadside into the enemy, rapidly running in their guns, and reloading them to be ready for the next opponent.
The _Foxhound_ was standing along the enemy"s line to windward, and as she came abreast of each ship she fired with well-directed aim; and though all the enemy"s ships in succession discharged their guns at her, not a shot struck her hull, though their object evidently was to cripple her, so that they might surround her and have her at their mercy.
Tom, who had read about sea-fights, and had expected to have the shot come rushing across the deck, felt much more comfortable on discovering this, and began to look upon the Frenchmen as very bad gunners.
The _Foxhound"s_ guns were all this time thundering away as fast as the crews could run them in and load them, the men warming to their work as they saw the damage they were inflicting on the enemy.
Having pa.s.sed the enemy"s line to windward, Captain Waring ordered the ship to be put about, and bore down on the sternmost French ship, which, with one of smaller size carrying the American pennant, was in a short time so severely treated that they both bore up out of the line. The _Foxhound_, however, followed, and the other French ships and the American brig coming to the a.s.sistance of their consorts, the _Foxhound_ had them on both sides of her.
This was just what her now thoroughly excited crew desired most, as they could discharge their two broadsides at the same time; and right gallantly did she fight her way through her numerous foes till she got up with the American ship, which had been endeavouring to escape before the wind, and now, to avoid the broadside which the English ship was about to pour into her, she hauled down her colours.
On seeing this, the frigate"s crew gave three hearty cheers; and as soon as they had ceased, the captain"s voice was heard ordering two boats away under the command of the third lieutenant, who was directed to take charge of the prize, and to send her crew on board the ship.
Not a moment was to be lost, as the rest of the enemy, under all sail, were endeavouring to make their escape.
The boats of the prize, which proved to be the _Alexander_, carrying twenty-four guns and upwards of a hundred men, were then lowered, and employed in conveying her crew to the ship.
The American captain and officers were inclined to grumble at first.
"Very sorry, gentlemen, to incommode you," said the English lieutenant, as he hurried them down the side; "but necessity has no law; my orders are to send you all on board the frigate, as the captain is in a hurry to go in chase of your friends, of which we hope to have one or two more in our possession before long."
The lieutenant altered his tone when the Americans began to grumble.
"You must go at once, or take the consequences," he exclaimed; and the prisoners saw that it would be wise to obey.
They were received very politely on board the ship, Captain Waring offering to accept their parole if they were ready to give it, and promise not to attempt to interfere with the discipline and regulations of the ship.
As soon as the prisoners were transferred to the _Foxhound_, she made all sail in chase of the large ship, which Captain Waring now heard was the sixty-four gun ship _Menager_, laden with gunpowder, but now mounting on her maindeck twenty-six long twelve-pounders, and on her quarter-deck four long six-pounders, with a crew of two hundred and twenty men.
Her force was considerably greater than that of the English frigate, but Captain Waring did not for a moment hesitate to continue in pursuit of her. A stern chase, however, is a long chase. The day wore on, and still the French ship kept ahead of the _Foxhound_.
The crew were piped to dinner to obtain fresh strength for renewing the fight.
"Well, lads," said Green, who was a bit of a wag in his way, as he looked at the powder-boys still seated on their tubs, "as you have still got your heads on your shoulders, you may put some food into your mouths. Maybe you won"t have another opportunity after we get up with the big "un we are chasing. I told you, mates," he added, turning to the crew of his gun, "the captain knew what he was about, and would make the Frenchmen haul down their flags before we hauled down ours. I should not be surprised if we got the whole lot of them."
The boys, having returned their powder to the magazine till it was again wanted, were glad enough to stretch their legs, and still more to follow Green"s advice by swallowing the food which was served out to them.
The rest of the enemy"s squadron were still in sight, scattered here and there, and considerably ahead of the _Menager_; the frigate was, however, gaining on the latter, and if the wind held, would certainly be up with her some time in the afternoon.
Every st.i.tch of canvas she could carry was set on board the _Foxhound_.
It was already five o"clock. The crew had returned to their quarters, and the powder-monkeys were seated on their tubs. Both the pursuer and pursued were on the larboard tack, going free.
"We have her now within range of our guns," cried Captain Waring. "Luff up, master, and we"ll give her a broadside."
Just as he uttered the words a squall struck the frigate. Over she heeled, the water rushing in through her lower deck ports, which were unusually low, and washing over the deck.
The crews of the lee guns, as they stood up to their knees in water, fully believed that she was going over. In vain they endeavoured to run in their guns. More and more she heeled over, till the water was nearly up to their waists. None flinched, however. The guns must be got in, and the ports shut, or the ship would be lost.