"The faster she goes, the better," answered Peter Ogle. "I never does feel comfortable like when one of those Monsieurs is in sight, till I gets up alongside him and overhauls him one way or the other. You mind how they used to give us the slip in the West Ingies. They"ll be trying on the same game now, depend on"t."
"But when they do begin, they don"t fight badly, you"ll allow," observed Paul Pringle.
"Maybe; but while they can lift their heels, they"ll run," stoutly maintained Abel.
In this instance the stranger seemed determined to contradict his a.s.sertion, for at that very moment she was seen to haul up her foresail, while the topgallant-sails were lowered on the caps, where they hung swelling out and fluttering in the breeze; at the same time the flag of republican France was run up at the peak, and a shot of defiance was fired from one of her after-guns.
The British seamen, led by Paul Pringle, replied to it with a hearty cheer, which, although it could not reach the Frenchmen"s ears, served to warm up their own hearts for the fight. Although the crew had not served long together, each man knew his proper station; and there each man now stood bold and fearless, prepared for the contest.
Captain Garland, with Mr Brine near him, walked the quarterdeck, with telescope in hand, watching each movement of the enemy. The marines, commanded by their lieutenant, stood drawn up with muskets, ready to open fire as soon as they could get within range. Added to them were a party of small-arm men prepared for the same object, or ready to board if required, while others were stationed there to fight the quarterdeck guns, or to attend the braces. Here, also, were grouped the mates and midshipmen, not wanted elsewhere, ready to be despatched on any duty which might be required of them. On the maindeck the crew of each gun, with handkerchiefs round their heads, and stripped to the waist, cl.u.s.tered round it, the locks fixed in readiness, and the lanyards coiled around them, the tackles laid along the decks, the captains with their priming-boxes buckled on, the officers with their swords on, standing by their proper divisions; while in long rows were the round-shot and wads, with grape and canister; and at intervals sat the ship"s boys,--powder-monkeys they were often called,--each on his proper tub full of powder, which he had brought up from the magazine below.
Here in the depths of the ship was the gunner, the presiding genius of destruction, ready to serve out the further supply of powder which might be required, as the boys came tripping down nimbly to receive it, with no more concern than if they had had to carry up baskets of flour or of corn. The carpenter was also below. He and his mates were preparing shot-plugs with tallow and oak.u.m, and were placing them in readiness in the wings to stop any holes which the enemy"s round-shot might make in the ship"s side; while he was prepared to sound the well occasionally, and to make his report as to the depth of water in the hold. The other warrant-officer, the second in rank, the boatswain, stood on the forecastle with his mates, having especially to look after the masts and spars, and to repair immediately, if possible, any material damage. The purser and Captain"s clerks were mostly on the quarterdeck, and, though not fighting officers, ready and willing enough to fight like the rest; while, lastly, the surgeon and his a.s.sistants were in the c.o.c.kpit, with the tables prepared, and the various implements required by them spread out--saws, tourniquets, knives, basins, and sponges, as well as restoratives of different kinds--to repair the damage, and to soothe or alleviate the pain which the chances of cruel war might inflict on frail humanity.
True Blue sat on his tub, with Harry Hartland next to him, and the big Gipples on the other side of Harry. They were stationed on the upper deck. True Blue was wishing that he was bigger, that he might be serving the guns, or might be standing with Abel Bush and other friends, who, with pistols in their belts and cutla.s.ses at their sides, were collected ready to board the enemy, or to repel boarders, should their opponents make the attempt.
Big Gipples was in no way liking the look of things; and only the conviction that he would be sent up again with a rope"s end prevented him jumping off his tub and running down to stow himself away in the hold. The other boys, though not aware of the excess of his terror, maliciously wished to frighten him in retaliation for his bullying.
"Who"s likely to be best off now?" began Tim Fid, one of the smallest of the set, speaking across Gipples to Harry; "we little chaps or the big ones, when the round-shot comes bowling about us? They"d just as soon take a big chap"s head off as a little one"s. I"d rather, for my part, be small and weak than big and strong. Wouldn"t you, Harry?"
"Certainly," answered Harry, who, having glanced at Gipples"
countenance, could not resist the temptation of having a fling at him.
"I"ve heard it said that the big fellows in a sea-fight are generally picked off first, and that that is the reason there are more small sailors than large ones. I wonder what Billy has to say about it?"
True Blue, thus appealed to, was nothing loth to join in trying to increase the evident terror of Gipples. "Oh, as to that, I"ve heard tell how these powder tubs on which we are made to sit sometimes catches fire and blows the fellows on them like sky-rockets into the air,"
remarked Billy, laughing. "Mind, it"s what I"ve heard tell of, though I never saw it. But I did see once a ship and a whole ship"s company blown up together; and, mates, I hope I may never see the same sight again. I was a little chap then, and I saw some sad things that day, but I remember that one just as clearly as if it happened a week ago."
"Well, I do think it"s a shame we small chaps, as have never done anybody any harm, should be made to sit here to be shot at by them Monsieurs out there--that I do," continued Tim Fid. "For my part, I do think that the Captain ought to let us little ones go down and stow ourselves comfortably away in the hold. Don"t you, Gipples?"
Gipples, not perceiving that Tim was joking, looked up and said in a half-crying tone:
"Yes, I do; if any on you chaps will come, I"ll bolt--that I will."
On this there was a general laugh.
"I"d just like to see you," said Tim, "whether you"d go down or come up the fastest. If every man was to do as you"d do, I should like to know what would become of the ship. The sooner you goes home and learns to hem or sell dog"s meat the better."
The wretched Gipples saw that his feelings gained no sympathy. He tried to back out of his proposal, but his tormentors were in no way inclined to let him alone, till at last they made so much noise that they were called to order by the men standing at the guns nearest them.
Presently, too, the deep-toned voice of the Captain was heard.
"Silence there, fore and aft!" he exclaimed. "We have an enemy in sight, of equal if not greater force. We must take her, of course, but the sooner we take her the less loss and the more honour we shall gain.
I intend to wait till we are close alongside before we open our fire. I shall take off my hat--wait till I lift it above my head; and then, my lads, I expect you"ll give her a right good dose of our shot."
The seamen raised three hearty cheers. British sailors are always ready for that; and directly afterwards the taunt masts and white canvas of the French frigate were seen by those on deck rising above the hammock nettings on the larboard bow. The Captain stepped to the larboard gangway. A voice came from the deck of the Frenchman.
"What do they say?" asked the Captain of the master, who was nearest him.
"I don"t know, sir. I never could make out the Frenchmen"s lingo, and I doubt that they intend us to understand them," answered Mr Handlead with a tone of contempt in his voice. "They are only mocking at us.
It"s their way, sir." Mr Brine more briefly said that he could not make out the Frenchman"s hail.
"Then keep her as she goes, master," said Captain Garland; and, putting his speaking trumpet to his mouth, he shouted, "This is His Britannic Majesty"s ship, the _Ruby_, and I beg to know the name of yours, and the King you serve?"
"This is _La Belle Citoyenne_, belonging to the Republican Government of France," was the answer. To which was added by several men in chorus, "We serve no King--no, no!"
"But we do!" cried Paul Pringle. "And right glad we are to serve him.
Hurrah, boys, for King George and Old England! Hurrah! hurrah!"
Three hearty cheers burst from the throats of the British tars.
Scarcely had they ceased when the French Captain, who was still standing in the gangway, was seen to hold aloft in his hand a _bonnet rouge_, the red cap of liberty, and briefly to address his crew in terms of considerable animation. "Vive la Nation!" he exclaimed. "Vive la Republique!" answered the crew.
The French Captain, having finished his speech, handed the red cap to one of the seamen, who ran with it up the rigging and screwed it on to the masthead, where it was evident that a hole was prepared to receive the screw. The marines might easily have picked him off; but no one even thought of attempting to injure the brave fellow.
The _Ruby_ was now well up with her opponent, and the two Captains, taking off their hats, made the politest of bows to each other, the Frenchman, however, beating the English Captain in the vehemence of his flourish. Both then returned to the quarterdeck. The moment to begin the fight had arrived. Captain Garland, who had kept his hat in his hand, raised it to his head. Every eye was on him. All knew the signal he had promised to give. For an instant not a sound was heard; and then there burst forth the loud continued roar of the broadsides of the two frigates as gun after gun of the _Ruby_, beginning at the foremost, was brought to bear on her antagonist, responded to by the after-guns of the Frenchman. And now the two frigates ran on before the wind, so close together that the combatants could see their opponents" faces, pouring their shot into each other"s sides. Fast as the British seamen could run in their guns, they loaded, and, straining every muscle, they were rapidly run out again and fired. While round-shot and grapeshot and canister were sent rattling in through the enemy"s ports and across her decks, about her rigging, or tearing open her sides, she gallantly returned the compliment with much the same coin. Many of the bold seamen on board the _Ruby_ were cut down.
A shot struck two men working the gun nearest to where Gipples was sitting on his powder tub in terror unspeakable, not knowing what moment he might be hit. On came the mangled forms of the poor fellows, writhing in their dying agonies, directly against him. He and his tub were upset, and he was sent, covered with their blood, sprawling on the deck.
"Oh, I"m killed! I"m killed!" he shrieked out, and, overcome with terror, did not attempt to rise.
Two of the idlers, whose duty it was to carry the wounded below and throw the dead overboard,--the common custom in those days of disposing of them,--hearing him shriek out, thought that he had also been killed.
Having disposed of the first two men who really were dead, they lifted him up and were about to throw him overboard, when, discovering how he was to be treated, he groaned out, "Oh, I ain"t dead yet--take me below." The men having been ordered to take all the wounded to the c.o.c.kpit, immediately carried him below, and, placing him on the surgeon"s table, one of them said:
"Here"s a poor fellow, gentlemen, as seems very bad; but I don"t know whether he wants an arm or a leg cut off most."
"I hope that he may escape without losing either," said the surgeon, lifting up Gipples and preparing to strip him to examine his wound.
"Where are you hit, my man?"
"Oh, oh, sir! all over, sir!" answered Gregory.
The surgeon, who had noted Gipples for some time and guessed his character, very quickly ascertained that there was nothing whatever the matter with him. Taking up a splint, he bestowed a few hearty cuts with it on his bare body, and then, telling him to jump up and slip on his clothes, he sent him up on deck to attend to his duty. Poor Gipples would gladly have hid himself away; but he was watched, and started from deck to deck till he had resumed the charge of his powder tub. Meantime Paul Pringle was keeping an anxious eye on True Blue. There he sat as composed and fearless as if nothing unusual was going forward, only jumping up with alacrity and handing out the powder to the crews of the guns he was ordered to serve. Never was his eye brighter. Never had he seemed more full of life and animation.
"Ay, he"s of the right sort," said Paul to himself; "I knew he"d be."
The moment his tub was empty, down he ran to the magazine, and speedily again sprang with it on deck. His friend Harry imitated his example as well as he could; but he could not avoid stopping short when a shot crashed in just before him, carrying off the head of a seaman, whose body fell across the deck along where he had to pa.s.s.
The cry of "Powder, powder, boy!" from the captain of the gun made him move on, but his knees trembled so that he could scarcely reach his post. After he had delivered the amount of powder required and sat down on his tub, his tranquillity of mind and nerve returned. Another shot came whizzing by; he merely bobbed his head. When the next pa.s.sed near him, he sat perfectly still. After that he scarcely moved eyelid or muscle, in spite of all the missiles and splinters and fragments flying about.
Not so the miserable Gipples. Compelled to stay on deck he was; but nothing could keep his head from bobbing at every shot which struck the ship or pa.s.sed over her, while his whole body was continually shrinking down on the deck. Several times he lay flat along it, and so confused was he, that, when called on to deliver the powder, he often did not appear to hear, or ran off to the wrong gun; till at last, had there been anybody to supply his place, he would have been kicked below and declared unfit to be even a powder-monkey. Even Tim Fid, when the firing began, was not altogether as steady as usual; but though he bobbed and sprang about with the feeling that he was dodging the shot, which he could not do in reality, it was much in the same way that he would have dodged a big play fellow whom he did not wish to touch him; and as he never for a moment was found wanting at his post, no one complained.
The action began at a quarter-past six that bright summer morning, and for about a quarter of an hour the two frigates ran along parallel to each other, exchanging broadsides with the greatest rapidity of which their respective crews were capable. They were keeping all the time directly before the wind, and within hailing distance of each other. In that short period great had been the carnage on both sides. One of the English lieutenants and two midshipmen, besides a dozen men or more, had been killed, and half as many again had been wounded; while the bulwarks of the lately trim frigate were shattered and torn, her crew begrimed with powder, perspiration, and blood, and her white decks slippery with gore, torn up with shot, and covered with fragments from the yards and the rent woodwork around. The mainmast, too, had been severely wounded; and though some of the carpenter"s crew were busy in lashing and otherwise strengthening it, great fears were felt for its safety.
"If that goes," exclaimed Paul Pringle, who saw the accident, "those rascally Monsieurs will get off after all!"
At about half-past six the _Belle Citoyenne_ hauled up about eight points from the wind, thus increasing her distance from the _Ruby_.
"I thought how it would be!" exclaimed Paul Pringle when he saw the manoeuvre. "The Monsieurs can"t stand our fire. Wing him, boys, wing him! Don"t let the Frenchman get away from us. Here, Billy, you come here. You all know that there isn"t a better eye in the ship. Let him have a shot, boys."
True Blue, thus summoned, sprang with delight to the gun. The ma.s.s of smoke which hung round them, and the death of the officer in charge of his division, enabled Paul to accomplish his object without question.
"Now steady, Billy, as you love me, boy!" he exclaimed in his eagerness.