William"s brow was black as night.
"A duel?" he said sternly.
"Your Majesty, it could hardly be dignified by that name. Say rather-"
"What shall I do with these incorrigibles?" asked the King, turning to Portland. "At this time, too, when I"ve not a single other commander of value within call!"
"If I may advise you, sire-But, first, will you command these gentlemen to retire?"
William dismissed them with a wave of the hand, and they withdrew to a little distance among the trees, where they waited in considerable trepidation.
It was a full half an hour before Portland came towards them, trying to hide a smile.
"Pouf!" he said, "that was a tough business, gentlemen. I have persuaded his Majesty to accept the offer he declined a while ago, and to use your services."
"In what way, my lord?"
"You will go at once to The Hague and find out the condition of Captain van Adrienssen. If, as I suspect, he be unfit to travel, you will, with this authority, take over his papers and post to Amsterdam, where you will find the Merry Maid frigate with her convoy. You are to escort this convoy to the Thames-but you will read your instructions in the papers which Van Adrienssen will give you. You, Captain Barker, are the senior, I believe. Yes? I thought so; and therefore you will take command. Unless your friend declines to act on this occasion as your lieutenant-"
"My lord, how can we thank you?"
"By serving his Majesty," answered Portland; and added significantly, "rather than the Earl of Marlborough."
The two friends walked away, treading on air. But perhaps their friend the ensign, from whom they parted affectionately at the foot of the avenue, was happier even than they. For not only did his heart rejoice at their good fortune, but his Majesty had failed to inquire whether the duel had been fought within or without the park gates.
CHAPTER XIII.
CAPTAIN SALT EFFECTS ONE SURPRISE AND PLANS TWO MORE.
On the sixth day after his departure Captain Salt returned to Dunkirk unexpectedly.
He arrived about four in the afternoon and was rowed at once to the Commodore"s galley. He climbed on deck and looked about him. The lieutenant stepped forward. Captain Salt shook hands and asked:
"Where is the Commodore?"
"In his cabin."
"Alone?"
"No; he is holding a council of war. All his captains are there."
Captain Salt whistled softly to himself.
"How long have they been sitting?" he asked.
"Less than ten minutes. In fact they have but just arrived."
"Thank you. I"ll go down and look in."
"My friend," he said to himself, as he walked aft and descended the ladder, "the chance has come sooner than you expected. You"ll have to play this game boldly."
He knocked at the cabin door and entered, with the dust of travel thick upon him. He had ridden thirty-six miles since breakfast along dusty roads and under a broiling sun. Nevertheless his manner was cool enough as he bowed to all present.
"I must apologise, gentlemen, for the state of my clothes; but I heard you were sitting and could not rest until I had saluted you."
They welcomed him heartily as he dropped into a vacant chair. M. de la Pailletine reached across the table and shook hands with him.
"It is very thoughtful of you," said the Commodore. "We were about to draw up a plan of the cruises to be taken this week and shall be glad to have your advice."
"I"m afraid, gentlemen, I"m too weary to offer much advice. But that need not prevent my listening with attention to the wisdom of others."
There was the faintest shade of derision in his voice, if they had any cause for suspecting it. As it was, however, not a man present had the slightest mistrust of him. He had conquered all their prejudices.
The Commodore resumed the short speech he had been making; and when he had concluded, one captain followed another with criticism and fresh proposals-Captain Baudus, of Le Paon, the Chevalier de Sainte-Croix, of La Merveille, Captain Denoyre, of the Sanspareil. During their speeches Captain Salt sat perfectly silent, either resting his head on his hands and stifling his yawns as though politely concealing his weariness, or drumming quietly with his fingers on the table and staring up at the ceiling like one lost in thought.
But, all of a sudden, as M. de la Pailletine was in the act of offering some remarks upon a scheme of Captain Denoyre"s for a descent upon the Isle of Thanet, the Englishman, still yawning, got upon his legs and said very carelessly:
"I regret to interrupt M. le Chef d"escadre, but we waste time."
The Commodore paused, open-mouthed, in the middle of a sentence, and stared.
"Yes, yes," repeated Captain Salt, nodding at him with the coolest a.s.surance; "we are really wasting time. Be so good as to lend me your attention while I sketch out a little plan that I have drawn up for a descent upon Harwich."
The officers round the board were fairly taken aback by this stroke of impudence. The Commodore was the first to recover his presence of mind, and said, drawing himself up:
"Monsieur appears not to have observed that I was speaking."
"Pardon, sir, but I observed that you were speaking overmuch. But let me proceed. Harwich, as you know, is a port at the mouth of the River Stour, at the extreme north-east corner of Ess.e.x. I give you this information, gentlemen, as I am not sure if any of you have travelled so far."
The captains looked at one another and the eldest among them, M. Baudus, of Le Paon, stood up.
"Monsieur will forgive the remark," he said, "but it appears to me that he forgets his place." "Tut, tut," answered the Englishman, with an air of slight impatience; "I must trouble you to sit down, sir, and attend. Really," he continued, looking around, "I must insist upon the attention of everyone, as I shall need your intelligent co-operation. My plan is this: I mean to make this a night attack. We should leave the harbour here in four days" time-that is to say, on the 23rd, if the weather holds, and not later than six o"clock in the morning. It may possibly be earlier, but that will depend to some extent on the wind."
M. de la Pailletine by this time was white with pa.s.sion. He began to comprehend that his guest would not dare to speak thus without some high authority to back him.
"Are we to understand, sir, that in this proposed expedition we sail under your orders?"
"Certainly."
"May I ask to see your authority?"
"Of course you may."
Captain Salt put a hand into his breast and drew out a folded paper. Laying this on the table, he let his eyes travel round with a quiet smile.