The helm was put up, the yards were squared, and on she stood towards a collection of rocky islands, islets, and shoals, apparently to destruction. The never-quiet ocean was sending dense ma.s.ses of spray and foam over the rocks. The old pilot stood calm by the Captain"s side. The Frenchmen, who had concentrated all their attention on the _Ruby_ and let the other two ships escape, now bore up after them.
On she stood under all sail towards the rocks. The old pilot took his stand in the weather-rigging. The helmsman"s eye was upon him, ready to answer each wave of his hand, or deep-toned sound of his voice. The guns were deserted, and all the crew stood by either the tacks or sheets or braces, or crowded the tops aloft, ready with all possible rapidity to make any alteration in the sails which a shift of wind or change of course might require.
Still the enemy kept firing at the frigate, but their shot fell either altogether short or wide of their mark. The wind increased--the frigate flew on. On either side of her there appeared white foaming seas, dancing up fantastically and wildly, without apparent cause, but which the seamen well knew betokened rocks and shoals. They were aware that they were among the most dangerous reefs on that rock-bound coast.
No one in the ship had ever been there except the curious old pilot.
There he stood, as cool and collected as if the ship were sailing in the open sea, with a gentle breeze filling her canvas. The Captain stood near the pilot, and they all knew that they could trust him, and so were content if he trusted the old Guernsey man.
"He knows what he"s about," observed Paul Pringle to his G.o.dson, looking at the pilot. "Mind, Billy, that"s what you must always do. Never attempt to do what you don"t know how to do; but then what I say is, set to work and learn to do all sorts of things. Never throw a chance away.
Note all the landmarks as we go along now, and whenever you go into a harbour mark them in the same way."
"Ay, ay, Paul," answered Billy; "I"ll do my best."
"That"s all any man can do," remarked his G.o.dfather. "Stick to that, boy, and you"ll do well. But, I say, I wish those Monsieurs would just try and follow us. We might lead them a dance which would leave them on some of these pretty rocks alongside."
True Blue"s interest in what was going forward was so great that he could scarcely reply to Paul"s remarks. The sea foamed and roared on either side of the ship. Now the water became smoother over a wider surface, now black rocks rose sheer out of the sea as high as the hammock nettings, and then once more there was a bubbling, and hissing, and frothing, betokening concealed dangers, which none but the most experienced of pilots could hope to avoid. Meantime, many an eye was turned towards the French squadron. It was scarcely to be expected that the enemy should be ignorant of the surrounding dangers; still no one would have been sorry if, in their eagerness, they had run themselves on sh.o.r.e.
Suddenly the leading French ship was seen to haul her wind--so suddenly, indeed, that the next almost ran into her, and, as it was, shot so far beyond her that she must have almost grazed the rocks before her yards were braced up, and she was able to stand off sh.o.r.e. In a few minutes more the _Ruby_ ran triumphantly into Guernsey roads, where the _Druid_ and _Eurydice_ had already arrived in safety, while thousands of spectators were looking down and cheering them from the surrounding heights.
"I knew our Captain would do it!" exclaimed Paul, when, the sails being furled and the ship brought to an anchor, he and his messmates were once again below. "There are few things a brave man can"t do when he tries.
Our Captain can fight a ship and take care of a ship. What I"ve been saying to Billy is, that we should never give up, however great the odds against us, because, for what we can tell, even at the last moment something or other may turn up in our favour. Mind, Billy, whatever you may think now, you"ll find one of these days that what I tell you is right."
CHAPTER TWELVE.
The frigate did not remain long at Guernsey, but, with the rest of the squadron, put to sea. She soon separated from them, and stood down Channel to extend her cruise to the distance of a couple of hundred leagues or so to the westward of Cape Clear.
As usual, she was very successful and picked up several prizes. Among the prizes were three large merchantmen and two privateers. The latter, especially, required a considerable number of men to take them home.
Captain Garland was unwilling thus to weaken his crew, and yet the prizes were too valuable to abandon. These vessels had just been despatched when a brig was descried from the masthead. Chase was given.
She was a fast vessel and well handled, but before night she was come up with. When her Captain saw that he had no longer any hope of escape, he, like a wise man, hove to and hauled down his colours.
She proved to be _La Sybille_, a French letter of marque, carrying eight guns, twenty-five men, and bound for the French West India Islands with a valuable cargo. The prisoners, with the exception of four, three white men and a black, who were left on board to a.s.sist in working her, were removed to the frigate; and Captain Garland, who could not spare any more lieutenants or mates, sent a midshipman and prize crew to take charge of her.
The midshipman"s name was Nott. He was generally called in the mess Johnny Nott. He was as short as his name, but he was a brave, dashing little fellow; but though he had been some time at sea, being very idle, his navigation, at all events, was not as first-rate as he managed to make it appear that it was when he had the honour of dining with his Captain. Captain Garland sent for him and told him that he would spare him two men and a couple of boys, and he expected that with them and the prisoners he would be able to carry the brig safe into Falmouth or Plymouth.
"I shall send one of the quartermasters with you, Pringle. He is a steady man; and you shall have Marline and Freeborn, who is as good as a man, and the boy Hartland: he is steady."
"May I have Fid, sir, also?" put in Nott, who was always free-spoken and wonderfully at ease with his Captain. "He is such an amusing young dog.
He"ll keep the rest alive by his jokes, if he does nothing else."
"You may take him, Mr Nott; but take care that they don"t get to skylarking and fall overboard," said the Captain.
"Oh no, sir," answered the midshipman; "I"ll maintain the strictest discipline, and hope to have the brig safe in harbour in the course of a few days."
Captain Garland smiled at the air with which Johnny Nott spoke, and, shaking him by the hand, sincerely wished him a prosperous pa.s.sage.
Meantime the first lieutenant had sent for Paul Pringle, and, knowing how thoroughly he could be trusted, had given him his instructions to look after Mr Nott--in other words, to act as his dry-nurse.
"I need not tell you how to behave, Pringle," observed the lieutenant.
"You must advise him when to shorten sail, and what to do, indeed, under any emergency; and let him, as much as possible, suppose that he is following his own ideas."
"Ay, ay, sir," answered Paul, not a little flattered. "I know pretty well how to speak to most of the young gentlemen; I always leave them to fancy that they are telling me what to do. Most young gentlemen nowadays are fond of "teaching their grandmothers to suck eggs," and I never stop them when they like to do it."
"All right, then, Pringle," answered Mr Brine; "we understand each other clearly. Keep order among the boys, and have an eye on the prisoners."
All arrangements being made, Mr Nott, with his quadrant, book of navigation, and his crew, went on board the prize and took charge of her, instead of the officer who had boarded her when she was captured.
Scarcely had he got on board and made sail than a large ship was seen to the southwest. The frigate signalled the brig to continue on her course, and then stood away in chase of the stranger. Johnny Nott would much have liked to have gone too, for he could not help fancying that the stranger was an enemy, and if so, he knew full well that whatever her size, even should she happen to be a line-of-battle ship, his Captain would very likely bring her to action. Though he dared not follow her, he waited till he guessed that no one on board would be paying him any attention, and then, having persuaded himself that there would be no harm in so doing, hove the brig to, that he might have a better chance of ascertaining what might happen.
He then ordered True Blue to the masthead to watch the proceedings of the stranger. The wind was about north-west; the stranger was steering about east, and had apparently come from the southward. In a little time Billy hailed that she had brailed up her courses.
"Then, sir," observed Paul, "depend on it she is an enemy."
"I wonder what size she is? What do you think, Pringle?" asked the midshipman.
"Freeborn can tell better than any of us," was the reply; and on Billy being hailed, he reported her a heavy frigate or a fifty-gun ship.
"I only hope our bright _Ruby_ won"t find that she has caught a Tartar, then," said Johnny Nott. "I don"t think that we could be of much use if we were to go and try and help."
"Never fear, sir," observed Paul; "our Captain will know how to tackle with her, whatever she is."
While this conversation was going forward, True Blue hailed that the frigate was again making signals, and on Johnny Nott referring to his book he discovered that it was a reprimand ordering him to make all sail to the eastward. Had he persevered in remaining hove to, he would have been guilty of an act of insubordination, and most reluctantly, therefore, he made sail and stood on his proper course.
When daylight returned the next morning the frigate was nowhere to be seen, and _La Sybille_ continued her solitary course towards England.
The Frenchmen had hitherto behaved in a perfectly orderly, quiet manner, and obeyed cheerfully the orders issued to them. No change, indeed, was exhibited towards their English captors; but they soon began to quarrel among themselves, and were constantly fighting and disputing. If they did not actually proceed to blows, they appeared every instant as if about to do so. Their conduct was reported to Mr Nott.
"No great harm in that," he remarked. "If they are quarrelling among themselves, they are less likely to combine to play us any tricks."
Not many hours had pa.s.sed before, while he was below, one of the Frenchmen was left at the helm, and True Blue, who was forward, saw another come up on deck, and, with a capstan-bar in his hand, make a blow, so it seemed, at the helmsman"s head. He missed it, however, and the bar, descending with full force on the binnacle, smashed it and the compa.s.ses within it to pieces. Billy remarked the men. There was a great deal of jabbering, vociferation, and action, but neither of them struck or hurt the other.
As he watched them an idea occurred to him. "I don"t think those fellows did that by chance," he said to himself. "I will keep an eye on them."
The noise brought Mr Nott and Paul Pringle on deck.
"A pretty mess you have made, Messieurs," observed the midshipman, who spoke a sufficient amount of bad French to make himself perfectly understood by them, and this was one of the reasons why he had been selected to command the brig. "If I was to give you four dozen each, or put you in irons, or stop your grog, you"d only get what you deserve.
Now, go and find another compa.s.s and put the binnacle to rights. You Frenchmen are handy at that sort of thing."
The men slunk off as if very much ashamed of themselves, and Paul Pringle took the helm. True Blue, however, watched them, and he was certain that there was a laugh in their eyes, giving evidence that they were well content with what they had done. When they went below also, they seemed to be on perfectly good terms with each other.
On search being made, no compa.s.s whatever was to be found.
"I thought that I had observed, when I first came on board, a spare compa.s.s and boat compa.s.s," observed Mr Nott.
But the Frenchmen, on being interrogated, all declared that they were not aware that there were any others, and said that if there were, they were private property, and that the Captain had taken them with him.
The other Frenchmen appeared to be very angry at what their countrymen had done, and did their best to ingratiate themselves with Mr Nott.
The difficulty was now to know how to steer. The midshipman"s knowledge of navigation was put to a severe test. While the sky was clear, either by night or by day, it was tolerably easy to steer more or less to the eastward; but whether they should hit the chops of the Channel or run on sh.o.r.e on the coast of Ireland or France, or the Scilly Islands, it was impossible to say.