CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.
A NARROW ESCAPE--HOME--AN ACTION SUDDENLY ENDED.
The morning after the day they landed in Spain, Rayner had gone down to the beach with Mr Saltwell, who wanted, he said, to have another look at the remains of the old barkie. The midshipman was examining the black ribs of the wreck appearing above water through the telescope which the lieutenant had lent him, when the latter exclaimed, "Do you see a sail away to the south-east?"
The sun glanced for a moment on her canvas.
"Yes, sir," answered Rayner. "She"s a large craft, too, for I can only just see her royals rising above the horizon. She"s standing in this direction."
"Hand me the gla.s.s," said Mr Saltwell. "You are right, youngster," he continued, looking through it. "I only hope that she may be one of our own cruisers, but it will be some time before that point can be decided."
After watching the approaching stranger for some time the lieutenant and midshipman returned with the intelligence to the farm-house where the captain and several of the other officers were quartered.
Hoping that she might be the _Ione_, Captain Martin ordered the first yawl to be got ready to go off to her. The crew were then mustered.
Eight did not answer to their names. It was known how five had died, but what had become of the other three? At length it was whispered among the men that they had managed to get drinking the previous night, and had fallen below, stupefied by the smoke.
The men having breakfasted, the greater number hurried down to the sh.o.r.e to have a look at the stranger, now approaching under all sail.
Three cheers were uttered as the flag of England flew out at her peak.
The captain immediately ordered Mr Sterling to pull off to her, and to request that his officers and ship"s company might be received on board.
"You will make sure before you get near that she is English," he whispered. "The Frenchman may have a fancy to take some Spaniards prisoners, and would be better pleased to get hold of you."
Rayner went as midshipman of the boat, which made good way towards the frigate now lying hove-to about three miles from the sh.o.r.e.
"What do you think of her, Noakes?" asked the lieutenant of the c.o.xswain, as they got nearer.
The old seaman took a steady glance at the stranger, surveying her from truck to water-line.
"If she doesn"t carry a British crew, the Frenchmen must have got hold of her since we parted company three days ago, and I don"t think that"s likely, or there would be not a few shot-holes in her canvas, and a pretty good sprinkling in her hull, too," he answered, in a confident tone. "She"s the _Ione_, sir, or I don"t know a frigate from a Dutch dogger."
Now certain that there was no mistake, Mr Sterling steered for the frigate. Pulling alongside, he and Rayner stepped on board. Captain d.i.c.kson, with most of his officers, were on deck.
"Where is your ship?" was the first question the captain asked of the lieutenant.
"There is all that remains of her," answered Mr Sterling, pointing to the blackened ribs of the ship, which could be distinguished through a telescope near the sh.o.r.e; and he gave an account of what had happened.
Due regrets at the occurrence having been expressed, Captain d.i.c.kson saying that he had been induced to stand into the bay in consequence of hearing the sound of the explosion, at once ordered out all the boats, and in a few minutes they were pulling for the sh.o.r.e, accompanied by the yawl.
The _Ione_, meantime, was standing in somewhat nearer, to be ready to receive the crew of the store-ship on board.
No time was lost in embarking, and it was with intense satisfaction that Captain Martin and those under him found themselves again on the deck of an English frigate.
Sail was at once made for Gibraltar, Malta not having at that time been taken possession of by the English. As the two ships" companies had to be stowed away below, they were compelled to pack pretty closely, but no one minded that, as they expected a speedy pa.s.sage to the Rock, while the officers and crew of the store-ship hoped immediately to be sent back to England.
It is too true a saying that "There"s many a slip "twixt the cup and the lip." The _Ione_ was about midway between the Spanish coast and Majorca, when, as morning broke, a number of ships were seen standing out from the direction of Minorca. At first it was supposed that they were part of the English fleet, but after two of the lieutenants had taken a careful survey of them from aloft, it was decided that they were French.
"They have seen us, and guess what we are," observed Captain d.i.c.kson to his brother captain. "See, here come two frigates in chase. Turn the hands up and make sail!" he added, addressing the first lieutenant.
The crew were quickly aloft, and every st.i.tch of canvas the _Ione_ could set was packed upon her. There was no disgrace in running from so superior a force. The _Ione_ was considered a good sailer, but the Frenchmen showed that they were still faster. Captain d.i.c.kson, however, had no intention of yielding his ship as long as he had a stick standing to escape with. Full of men as he now was, he hoped to beat off both his foes, though he could not expect to capture them in sight of an enemy"s squadron. As they got nearer, a couple of guns were trained aft to serve as stern chasers, and every preparation was made to fight for life and liberty.
Another frigate and two line-of-battle ships were seen standing after the first, but they were so far astern, that should the _Ione_ keep ahead, without having her masts and spars shot away, there might still be hopes of her escaping.
British seamen seldom wish to avoid a fight, but on the present occasion few on board were such fire-eaters as not to hope that they might keep well ahead of their foes.
The two frigates were rapidly gaining on the _Ione_; another half-hour, or even less, and she would be within range of their guns. To hit her, however, they would have to yaw, and this would enable her to gain on them, while she could fire without altering her course.
Jack and Tom every now and then got a glimpse of the enemy through the ports.
"I say, Jack, it isn"t fair of those two fellows out there to be chasing us after all we have gone through. I was hoping to go home and see my father, and ask him to get me placed on the quarter-deck. I shouldn"t like to be killed till I"ve been made a midshipman--not that I should like it then."
"Don"t you be talking nonsense about being made a midshipman. You"ve about as much chance as you have of being made port-admiral off-hand,"
answered Jack, with more temper than he generally showed. "Of course you don"t want to be killed--no more do I; but we must both be ready should it be G.o.d"s will to call us in the way of duty."
At length the drum beat to quarters, by which the men knew that the captain expected before long to be engaged in a fierce fight.
Rayner was at his station forward, but he could still see what was taking place astern. Presently the frigates yawed. Two flashes were seen, and the low, booming sound of a couple of guns came across the ocean.
"We"re not quite within range of the mounseers" popguns yet," observed the boatswain, with a laugh. "They must come closer before they can harm us."
"Do you think we can beat them off?" asked Rayner.
"You may be very sure that we"ll try pretty hard to do so," answered the boatswain, in a confident tone. "I"ve heard of your doings aboard the _Thisbe_. We"ll show you that the crew of the _Ione_ are made of the same stuff."
As the two Frenchmen drew nearer, the desire of the British sailors to fight increased, and it was with a feeling of almost bitter disappointment, just as the _Ione_ had fired her stern chasers, that the enemy were seen to haul their tacks aboard, in answer, apparently, to the signals made by the ships astern.
The general opinion was that the British fleet had appeared to the eastward. Whether or not this was the case it was impossible to say.
The _Ione_ continued her course, and in a short time ran the enemy out of sight. On her arrival at Gibraltar, the first intelligence Mr Saltwell received was that he had been promoted to the rank of commander.
The very next day two ships came in from the fleet with despatches, which the _Ione_ was directed to carry immediately to England.
As they were both short of hands, much to Captain Martin"s annoyance, a considerable number of his men were drafted on board them. Had other ships come in, he would probably have lost many more. The _Ione_ sailed immediately with the remainder, and he hoped that they would form the nucleus of a new crew for the _Thisbe_.
The _Ione_ had a quick pa.s.sage to Plymouth. On his arrival there, much to his disappointment, Captain Martin found that the _Thisbe_ was not yet ready for sea.
Rayner was considering how to dispose of himself during the intermediate time. He did not expect that Mrs Crofton would offer him a room, but he wished, at all events, to pay her and Mary a visit, as they had always shown so friendly a feeling towards him. When, however, she heard how he was situated, she insisted that he should take up his quarters with them.
"I do not require any payment, as I have no other lodger at present, and I am only too glad to have you," she said, in a kind tone.
Rayner thanked her very warmly, and accepted her offer.
"I daresay Captain Saltwell will come and see us as soon as he has time.
I was delighted to hear that he had obtained his promotion, and I hope, Mr Rayner, that you will soon get yours. You have surely served long enough to pa.s.s for a mate, and I would advise you to apply at once, that you may be ready for your lieutenancy."
"I am afraid that I should have but little chance of pa.s.sing, but I"ll try," said Rayner. "I am told the examinations are very stiff. If a midshipman doesn"t answer every question put to him, he is turned back immediately."
"At all events, go in and try, and take a testimonial from Captain Saltwell," said Mrs Crofton, who had heard something of the way examinations were conducted in those days.