At early dawn look-outs were sent aloft to ascertain if any vessels were in sight. They reported three to the south-east, and one to the westward; but what they were it was impossible at that distance to say, as their loftier sails could but indistinctly be seen rising above the horizon.
The _Thisbe_ had already as much sail set as she could carry, but Lieutenant Sterling was making an effort to get up a maintopmast on board the prize.
When Jack and Bill met at breakfast, Jack reported that he had been frequently among the prisoners, but had failed to hear anything which showed that they had the slightest thoughts of attempting to regain their liberty.
"What would you know about the matter even if they had been talking treason?" observed Tom. "I doubt if either of you fellows know much about French."
"As to that," said Bill, "we managed to talk to Frenchmen, and to understand what they said to us. That, at least, shows that we do know something about French; not that I wish to boast, only I think I should do much better if I could get hold of some French books."
Tom laughed. "Oh! I dare say you are going to become a great scholar, and to beat us all," he observed, with a sneer. "Jack was even declaring that you were likely to be placed on the quarter-deck. That would be a good joke."
"It would be a good reality for me, though I don"t think it"s what is very likely to happen," answered Bill, without getting at all angry.
"Nor do I," said Tom, in the same tone as before. "Just fancy a chap like you turned into an officer. You can jabber a few words of French, and may have picked up a smattering of navigation on board the _Foxhound_, though I"ve a notion you must pretty well have forgotten all you knew by this time, and you may be fond of books, but all that won"t turn a fellow who has come out of the gutter, as one may say, into a gentleman, as I suppose those on the quarter-deck call themselves."
"And what do you call them?" exclaimed Jack, not liking to hear such remarks made to Bill. "I wonder you dare to speak in that way."
"I call myself the son of a gentleman, and I"m thinking when I get into port of writing to my father and asking him to have me placed on the quarter-deck."
"I wonder you didn"t do that before you ran away from home," said Jack.
"They"ll have forgotten all about you by this time, and maybe, if you do manage to write a letter, your father won"t believe that it comes from you."
"Let him alone, Jack," said Bill; "I don"t mind what he says about me.
If his father gets him made a midshipman, I shall be as glad as any one."
"Thank you," said Tom; "I flatter myself I shall know how to strut about the quarter-deck and order the men here and there as well as the rest of them."
Just then a voice was heard shouting, "Tom Fletcher, the cook wants you in the galley. Be smart, now, you"ve been long enough at breakfast."
Tom, bolting his last piece of biscuit, hurried away, as he had no fancy for the rope"s-ending which would have been bestowed upon him had he delayed obeying the summons.
The mess-tins were stowed away, and the watch hastened on deck. The wind by this time had somewhat freshened, and the frigate and her prize were making better progress than before. The strangers, however, which had appeared in sight in the morning were considerably nearer. A fourth was now seen beyond the three which had been made out to the eastward.
The ship to the westward which was considerably farther off than the others, was evidently a large vessel, and the captain declared his belief that she was a line-of-battle ship, but whether English or French, it was impossible to decide. He hoped, as did everybody on board, that she was English, for should she prove to be French, as undoubtedly were the vessels to the eastward, the _Thisbe_ would lose her hard-won prize, even though she might manage to escape herself.
Still, Captain Martin was not a man to give up hope while there was a chance of escape.
The _Thisbe_, followed by her prize, kept on her course with every st.i.tch of canvas she could carry set.
"I"m afraid if we don"t outrun those fellows there, we shall get boxed up again by the Frenchmen," observed Jack, pointing to the approaching ships.
"If we do we must manage to get out somehow or other, as we did before,"
answered Bill; "but even if they do come up with us, that"s no reason why we should be taken. We must try and beat them off, and the captain and Mr Saltwell are the men to do it. They are only four to our two ships, for the lieutenant in charge of the prize will fight his guns as well as we do ours."
"But what do you say to that big ship coming up Channel out there?"
asked Tom. "We shall be made mincemeat of if she gets up to us, for I heard the boatswain"s mate say that she"s a seventy-four at least, and may be an eighty-gun ship, or still larger."
"She hasn"t come up with us yet," answered Bill. "We shall have time to beat off the others and stand away to the northward before she gets us within range of her guns. Perhaps, too, the wind will shift to the eastward, and throw her to leeward. We shall then be well in with Plymouth by the time she can manage to beat up to us. We are not going to give in while the tight little frigate keeps above water."
Bill expressed the sentiments of most of the crew. Still, the odds were greatly against the _Thisbe_ and _Diana_. The latter had but forty hands on board to work the guns and manage the sails, while the crew of the _Thisbe_ was thus far diminished, besides which they had to look after their prisoners.
The two leading ships of the enemy had been made out to be frigates, as it was thought probable were their consorts astern; and even though they might fail to capture the _Thisbe_, they might knock away her masts and spars, and so maul her that she would be compelled to succ.u.mb to the line-of-battle ship coming up from the westward.
Not, however, by his manner, or anything he said, did the captain show the least apprehension of such a result. The crew were at their stations, ready to shorten sail should the breeze freshening render it necessary. The men joked and laughed as usual, as ready for action as if they were only expecting one opponent of equal size.
The morning wore on, the hands were piped down to dinner, the prospect of hot work not at all damping their appet.i.tes, though perhaps they got through their meal rather faster than was their wont; when they again hurried on deck to see how things were going on. The two French frigates were approaching. The headmost in a short time fired a bowchaser, but the shot fell short. It served, however, as a signal to prepare for action. Once more the guns were cast loose, and their crews stood ready to fire as soon as they received the looked-for word of command.
A few of the French prisoners who had been allowed to remain on deck were now ordered below. They went willingly enough, exhibiting in their countenances the satisfaction they felt at the expectation of being soon restored to liberty. They were, of course, narrowly watched, and well knew that they would be pretty severely dealt with should they show any signs of insubordination.
CHAPTER TWENTY.
THE "THISBE"S" NARROW ESCAPE--TOM HOPES TO BE MADE A MIDSHIPMAN.
Half an hour or more pa.s.sed, when again the leading French frigate fired, the shot falling close to the counter of the _Diana_, which by this time, having got up a fresh maintopmast, was able to make more sail.
Captain Martin now ordered Lieutenant Sterling to cast off the tow rope and to stand on ahead of him, while, to allow the _Diana_ to do so, he clewed up the _Thisbe"s_ topsails.
"Make the best of your way to Plymouth," he shouted, as the _Diana_ pa.s.sed the _Thisbe_; "we"ll keep these two fellows in play, and shall, I hope, be soon after you."
As soon as the prize had got some distance ahead, Captain Martin, who had been watching the two frigates coming up on the starboard quarter, ordered the _Thisbe"s_ helm to be put to port; at the same moment, her starboard broadside being fired, the shot raked the two Frenchmen fore and aft. The helm was then immediately put over, and the frigate coming up on the other tack, her larboard broadside was poured into her antagonists. The shot told with considerable effect. The foretopmast of the leading frigate was shot away, and the mizenmast of the one following was seen to go by the board. This, however, did not much alter their rate of sailing, as, the wind being aft, all the canvas they required continued set. They also opened their fire, and their shot came crashing on board the _Thisbe_, killing and wounding two or three men, but not doing any material damage to her spars or rigging. She having shortened sail, her antagonists were compelled to do the same; and while they poured their broadsides into her, she returned them as rapidly as the crew could run the guns in and out.
Captain Martin"s great object was to keep them engaged, and, if possible, to knock away their masts, so as to enable the _Diana_ to escape, for although he might hope to get off himself, he could not expect to capture either of the enemy"s ships.
The _Thisbe_ had been several times hulled, and her sails were already completely riddled, while many more of her crew had fallen.
"It is going hard with us, I fear," said Jack to Tom, who was seated next him on his powder tub. "There"s well-nigh a score of poor fellows killed or wounded within the last half-hour. It may be the lot of one of us before long."
"Oh, dear! I hope not," cried Tom. "I wish the skipper would try and get away instead of fighting the Frenchmen. Two to one is fearful odds against us, and we shall have the two other ships blazing away at our heads before long."
"We haven"t much to fear from them," said Jack. "I have just heard they"re corvettes, and they won"t be up to us until we"ve given the other two a drubbing, and have made sail again to the northward."
The two corvettes were, however, likely to prove no despicable opponents, and Captain Martin was only watching until he had knocked away the masts or spars of one or both of the frigates, to make sail and escape, for it would have been madness to have continued the fight longer than was necessary to accomplish that object.
The Frenchmen, however, fought bravely, and evidently did not intend to let him get off if they could help it. Each had just fired another broadside into the _Thisbe_, when they were seen to haul their wind, the two ships coming up astern doing the same. The reason of this was evident: the line-of-battle ship to the westward, now approaching under a pressure of sail, had hoisted British colours, and any longer delay would have enabled her quickly to capture one or both of them. The brave crew of the _Thisbe_ expressed their satisfaction by giving a loud cheer, which was joined in even by many of the wounded.
Captain Martin had accomplished his object; he had secured the safety of his prize, and his crew, now swarming aloft, set to work rapidly to knot and splice the rigging which had been shot away.
As soon as this had been accomplished sufficiently to make sail, the _Thisbe_, brought to the wind, stood after the flying enemy, firing her bow chasers as she did so; but it was soon seen that she had little chance of coming up with them. Still her captain persevered; but, with both masts and spars wounded, it was impossible to carry as much sail as would otherwise have been done. Consequently, before long the line-of-battle ship, which made the signal _Terrible_, seventy-four, overtook her.
A cheer rose from the deck of the big ship, which came gliding slowly by. Her captain hailed, "Well done, Martin!"
The pursuit was continued for some time, but night was approaching, and the coast of France was not far off. The seventy-four therefore threw out the signal to bear up and a course was shaped for Plymouth.
A sharp look-out was kept during the night for the _Diana_. Soon after sunrise she was seen steering for Plymouth, into which harbour Captain Martin and his gallant crew had the satisfaction of conducting her the following day. Although it was a day of triumph to the surviving crew, it was one of mourning to many who had lost relatives and friends. The dead were carried on sh.o.r.e to be buried, the wounded conveyed to hospitals, the Frenchmen were landed and marched off under an escort of marines to the prisons prepared for them, and press-gangs were soon busy at work to obtain fresh hands to supply the places of those who had fallen, although many prime seamen volunteered to serve on board a frigate which had already won a name for herself.
Tom Fletcher, as soon as the ship got into harbour, managed to procure a pen and some ink and paper, and indited a letter to his father. It was not over-well written, but he contrived to make it pretty clearly express that he was serving on board H.M.S. _Thisbe_, and that having already seen a great deal of service, he felt sure that if his father would apply to the Admiralty and make him an allowance of thirty or forty pounds a year, he should be placed on the quarter-deck, and in due course of time become an admiral.
"We are sure to make lots of prize-money," he added; "and if I were a midshipman now, I should be receiving a hundred pounds or more, so that you may be sure, father, that I will pay it all back with interest."