Thus appealed to, poor Nancy gave up the baby to Paul, who dandled it about before her for a minute; then as she was casting an affectionate glance at it, he disappeared along the deck with his charge. It was the last look she ever took of the infant she had nursed with almost a mother"s care. Her husband was sent for. In a short time she was raving, and before that hour the next day both she and Betty were no longer among the living. Their loss was severely felt, not only by their husbands, but by all the crew. They and forty of the men were committed to the deep before the termination of the pa.s.sage.
At last the _Terrible_ reached Gros Islet Bay, in the Island of Saint Lucia, that island having been captured by the English from the French.
In a short time a considerable fleet collected there, under Admiral Sir George Rodney and Rear-Admiral Hyde Parker. Still the fever continued on board the _Terrible_ and several other ships.
"Nothing but the fire of the enemy will cure us, Sir George, I fear,"
observed Captain Penrose when paying a visit one day on board the flagship.
"Then, my dear Penrose, I hope that we shall not have long to wait, for they are collecting in force, I hear, round the Island of Martinique; and the moment the fleet is ready for sea, we"ll go out and have a brush with them," was the Admiral"s answer.
This news was received with joy by every man in the fleet, and all exerted themselves more than ever to hasten its equipment. The Captain had some idea of leaving little Billy on sh.o.r.e, but both Freeborn and Pringle begged so hard that he might be allowed to remain that the Captain gave up the point.
"I don"t know how long I may be with the little chap," observed poor Will. "It would break my heart to be separated from him; and if we go into action, we"ll stow him away safe in the hold, and he"ll be better off there than among foreign strangers on sh.o.r.e who don"t care a bit for him."
There was much truth in this remark, and so little True Blue still continued under charge of his rough-looking protectors. It is extraordinary how well and tenderly they managed to nurse him and feed him, and how carefully they washed him and put on his tiny garments.
Paul Pringle was even a greater adept than his own father; and more than once the Captain could scarcely refrain from laughing as he saw the big, huge-whiskered quartermaster in a side cabin, seated on one bucket, with another full of salt water before him, an ap.r.o.n, made out of a piece of canvas, round his waist, and a large sponge, with a piece of soap in his hand, washing away at the little fellow. The baby seemed to enjoy the cold water amazingly, and kicked and splashed about, and spluttered and cooed with abundant glee, greatly to Paul"s delight.
"Ah, I knowed it. He"ll be a regular salt from truck to kelson!" he exclaimed, looking at the little fellow affectionately, and holding him up so as to let his head just float above water. "He"ll astonish them some of these days. Depend on"t, Will," he added, turning to Freeborn, who had come in to have a look at his child.
The Captain had directed the hammocks of the two men to be slung in this cabin, and little True Blue had a cot slung along close to the deck; so that if by chance he had tumbled out, he would not have been much the worse for it. As the father and his friend were in different watches, they were able, under ordinary circ.u.mstances, to relieve each other in nursing the baby; but when any heavy work was to be done, and the services of both of them were required on deck, Sam Smatch, who was not fit even for ordinary idlers" work, was called in to act nurse.
This was an employment in which Sam especially delighted, and he would have bargained for a gale of wind any day in the week for the sake of having to take care of little True Blue. Billy, from the first, never objected to his black face, but cooed and smiled, and was greatly delighted whenever he appeared. Sam altogether took wonderfully to the baby, and used to declare that he loved it as much as he did his own fiddle, if not more. He would not say positively--both were his delight--both squeaked; but his fiddle was his older friend. Billy, indeed, never wanted nurses, and there was not a man on board who was not happy to get him to look after. The greatest risk he ran was from over-kindness, or from having a tumble among the numerous candidates for the pleasure of dandling him when once they got him among them on the maindeck; and no set of schoolgirls could make a more eager rush to s.n.a.t.c.h up the little child left among them, than did the big-bearded, whiskered, and pig-tailed tars to catch hold of Billy True Blue.
Among the other candidates for the pleasure of nursing little Billy was a young midshipman, known generally as Natty Garland. He had been seized with the fever, and been carried, for better nursing, into the Captain"s cabin. This was his first voyage away from home, where he had left many brothers and sisters. It was nearly proving his last.
Although he looked so slight and delicate, however, he did recover; but it was some time before he was fit for duty.
Devoted to his profession, Natty Garland, in spite of his delicate appearance, became a first-rate, bold, and intelligent seaman, liked by his Captain, respected by his superior officers and his messmates, and an especial favourite with the men.
Just before Sir George Rodney had entered Gros Islet Bay, the French fleet, consisting of twenty-five sail of line-of-battle ships and eight frigates, under Admiral Count de Guichen, had been haughtily parading before the island, trying to draw out the then small and unprepared squadron of Rear-Admiral Hyde Parker. The British officers and men fumed and growled at the insult, longing for an opportunity of paying off the vapouring Frenchmen. Never, therefore, were anchors weighed with greater alacrity than when the signal was seen from Admiral Rodney"s ship for the fleet to make sail and stand out to sea. A course was steered for Fort Royal Bay, in the Island of Martinique, where the French fleet was then supposed to be. The English fleet consisted in all only of twenty line-of-battle ships and two frigates, but their inferiority in point of numbers in no way made the British seamen less eager to encounter the enemy.
Now the former order of things was reversed; the smaller fleet was blockading the larger, which was equally prepared for battle. It was a beautiful sight to see the stout ships, with their white canvas set alow and aloft, as they glided over the blue sea in front of the harbour containing their vaunting enemy. In vain they tacked and wore, and stood backwards and forwards, never losing sight of the harbour"s mouth.
Every opportunity of fighting was offered, but the Frenchmen dared not come out.
At length Admiral Rodney, disgusted with the pusillanimity of the enemy, returned to his anchorage in Gros Islet Bay with most of the line-of-battle ships, leaving only a squadron of the faster sailing copper-bottomed ships and frigates to watch the enemy"s motions, and to give him notice should they attempt to escape. The seamen little doubted that they would soon have a brush with the enemy. Among all, none seemed to antic.i.p.ate a battle with greater satisfaction than Will Freeborn. His spirits rose higher by far than they had done since the death of his wife; and that evening, when Sam Smatch struck up a hornpipe on the forecastle, no one footed it more merrily than did he.
"All right," observed Paul, "I"m glad Will"s himself again. Poor Molly, she"d be pleased to see him happy--that I know she would, good soul."
Whether Will"s heart was as light as his feet might be doubted. Several days pa.s.sed, and the Frenchmen kept snug at their anchors. "They"ll move some day or other, and then we"ll be at them," was the general remark. Still there they lay. None of the English crews was allowed to go on sh.o.r.e; but the ships were kept ready to weigh at a moment"s notice. Daylight had just broken on the 16th of April 1780, when a frigate under a press of sail was seen approaching the bay. A signal was flying from her masthead. It was one which made the British tars shout with satisfaction; it was, "The French have put to sea!"
Round went the capstans, up came the anchors, the broad folds of white canvas were let fall from the yards and sheeted home, and in the course of a few minutes the whole fleet was under weigh and standing out to sea. No one fiddled more l.u.s.tily than did Sam Smatch, and a right merry tune he played, while the crew of the _Terrible_ with st.u.r.dy tramp pressed round the bars of the capstan; and never was a topsail more speedily set than that under charge of Will Freeborn.
No sooner was the fleet clear of the harbour than the enemy was discovered in the north-west. Instantly the signal was made from the flagship, the _Sandwich_, for a general chase. How shrilly the boatswains sounded their pipes, how rapidly the men flew aloft or tramped along the decks, while sail after sail was set, till every ship was carrying as much canvas as could by any art or contrivance be spread on her yards! Beautiful and inspiriting was the sight. The enemy saw them coming, but did not heave-to in order to meet them, endeavouring rather to escape.
All day long the chase continued, and it was not until towards the evening that, from the British ships, it could be discovered that the Frenchmen"s force consisted of no less than twenty-three sail of the line, a fifty-gun ship, three frigates, a lugger, and a cutter.
Darkness came on, however, before the British could get up with them; but sharp eyes all night long were eagerly watching their movements, and few on board any of the ships could bring themselves to turn in to their hammocks.
During the night the wind came round to the southward and east, greatly to the satisfaction of all on board the English fleet, and when morning broke the Frenchmen were seen close-hauled under their lee.
"What can them chaps be about now?" asked Will Freeborn of Paul Pringle as they stood near each other before going to their respective stations.
"They are not going to sneak away after all, I hope."
"I"m not quite so sure but that they are going to try it on, though,"
answered Paul, eyeing the distant fleet of the French with no friendly eye. "But I"ll tell you what: Admiral Rodney is not the chap to let "em off so easily. Ah, look! they are tacking again; they see it won"t do.
Hurrah! lads, we"ll be at them now before long."
The cheer was taken up by others, and ran along the decks, and was echoed from ship to ship along the British line. Every preparation was now made for immediate action. The magazines were opened, the powder and shot were got up, the bulkheads had long been down, the small-arms were served out, the men bound their heads with their handkerchiefs, threw off their jackets and shirts, buckled on their cutla.s.ses, and stuck pistols in their belts. Meantime, as it had been arranged, Sam Smatch was sent to look after Billy True Blue, and to carry him down into the hold as soon as the ship was getting within range of the enemy"s fire.
"Let me just have a look at my boy!" exclaimed Will, as Sam brought him out on deck, as he said, to show him the enemy whom he would one day learn to thrash.
Will took the child in his arms, and he gave a glance of affection; then, giving little Billy back to Sam, he urged him not to delay too long in taking him below, and sprang aloft to his post in the top, to be ready to make any alterations that might be required in the sails while the ship was going into action.
Some hours from sunrise pa.s.sed away, during which time the fleet was slowly approaching the reluctant enemy. It wanted but ten minutes to noon, when the signal flew out from the masthead of the Admiral for the fleet to bear down on the French, each ship to steer for and closely engage the one nearest to her in the enemy"s line. The order was received with a hearty huzza. It was promptly and exactly obeyed.
Still, from the lightness of the wind, it was nearly one before the engagement became general. And now along the whole line arose dense volumes of smoke--bright flashes were seen, and the roar of the guns, and the shouts and shrieks of the combatants were heard. Thickly flew the round-shot--the gallant Admiral in the _Sandwich_ was engaged with two big Frenchmen, who seemed to have singled her out for destruction, but right n.o.bly and boldly did she bear the brunt of the action. Shot after shot struck her, many between wind and water, and some in her masts and spars, which in consequence threatened to go overboard. The _Terrible_, too, was hotly engaged with an opponent worthy of her. What her name was could not be discovered.
"Never mind!" was the cry; "we"ll soon learn when we make her haul down her flag!"
Hotter and hotter grew the action. Many were falling on both sides.
Nearly all the English ships had lost both officers and men, killed and wounded; while, especially, they were dreadfully cut up in their rigging. Freeborn had come below to serve a gun.
"I see, mate, how it is!" cried Pringle to him. "Those Frenchmen are fighting to run away. It"s strange not one of our fellows on deck have been hit yet. They"ve aimed all their shot at our spars."
"Hurrah! lads, then," answered Will in a high state of excitement, which Pringle could not help remarking. "Fire away, lads. We"ll stop them if we can from running away, at all events."
As he spoke he applied his match to his gun. At the moment it sent forth its missile of death he tottered back, and before Paul Pringle could catch him had fallen on the deck. Paul stooped down and raised up his head.
"It"s all over with me, Paul," he said in a low voice; "feel here."
There was a dreadful wound in his side, which made it appear too probable that his prognostication would prove true. The rest of the men near turned round with glances of sorrow, for he was a general favourite; but they had to attend to the working of their guns.
"Paul," he continued, "you and the ship"s company will, I know, look after my motherless child. I leave Billy to the care of you all. Bring him up as a sailor--a true British tar, mind. There isn"t a n.o.bler life a man can lead. I would not have him anything else. The Captain"s very kind, and will, I know, do his best for him. But I don"t want him to be an officer--that"s very well for them that"s born to it; but all I"d have liked to have seen him, if I had lived, is an open-hearted, open-handed, honest seaman." Poor Will was speaking with great difficulty. His words came forth low and slowly.
"Yes, yes, Will," answered Paul, pressing his friend"s hand. "We"ll look after him. There"s not a man of the _Terrible_ who would not look at little True Blue as his own son; and as to making him a seaman, we none on us would dream of anything else. It would be utterly impossible and unnatural like. Set your mind at rest, mate, about that. But I say, Will, wouldn"t it do your heart good to have a look at the younker?"
"Not up here; a shot might hit him, remember," answered the poor father.
"And if they was to move me, I don"t think that I should ever be got below alive. No, no, Paul; I"ll stay here. It"s the best place for a sailor to die."
Just then there was a cry that the enemy"s ships were retreating. First the Count de Guichen"s own ship, the huge _Couronne_, was seen standing out of the action, followed by the _Triomphant_ and _Fendant_, leaving the _Sandwich_ in so battered a condition that she could not follow.
The other ships imitated their leader"s example. One after another, the British ships found themselves without opponents. They endeavoured to make sail and follow; but their running rigging was so cut up that few could set their sails, while the masts of many went over their sides.
All they could do, therefore, was to send their shot rapidly after the flying enemy, and give vent to their feelings in loud hurrahs and shouts of contempt. The Frenchmen little thought how well this same running away was teaching the English to beat them, as they did in many a subsequent combat, until, learning to respect each other"s bravery, they became firm friends and allies, and such, it is to be hoped, they may remain till the end of time.
The sound of the shouts seemed to revive poor Will Freeborn.
"Now, mate, you"ll see Billy, won"t you?" said Paul. "It"ll do your heart good."
Will smiled his a.s.sent. He was feeling no pain then. A boy was sent to summon Sam and the baby. Meantime the doctor came on deck.
"Let him lie here," said he after a short examination; "his moments are numbered."
Sam soon appeared. Paul took Billy from him, and, kneeling down, held the baby to the lips of the dying father. The men, no longer required to work the guns, cl.u.s.tered round the group. Will kissed his child and held him for a moment in his grasp.