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Hornblower was surprised both at his own volubility and at his self possession。 He had not known himself capable of carrying off matters with such a high hand。 He sought about in his mind for a final salvo with which to make his retirement dignified； and it came to him as he turned away so that he turned back to deliver it。
'After this I want to see you in the dog watches skylarking on deck； not skulking in the cable tiers like a lot of Frenchmen。'
That was the sort of speech to be expected of a pompous old captain； not a junior midshipman； but it served to give dignity to his retirement。 There was a feverish buzz of voices as he left the group。 Hornblower went up on deck； under the cheerless grey sky dark with premature night； to walk the deck to keep himself warm while the Indefatigable slashed her way to windward in the teeth of a roaring westerly； the spray flying in sheets over her bows； the straining seams leaking and her fabric groaning； the end of a day like all the preceding ones and the predecessor probably of innumerable more。
Yet the days passed； and with them came at last a break in the monotony。 In the sombre dawn a hoarse bellow from the lookout turned every eye to windward； to where a dull blotch on the horizon marked the presence of a ship。 The watch came running to the braces as the Indefatigable was laid as close to the wind as she would lie。 Captain Pellew came on deck with a peajacket over his nightshirt； his wigless head ical in a pink nightcap； he trained his glass on the strange sail…a dozen glasses were pointing in that direction。 Hornblower； looking through the glass reserved for the junior officer of the watch saw the grey rectangle split into three； saw the three grow narrow； and then broaden again to coalesce into a single rectangle again。
'She's gone about；' said Pellew。 'Hands 'bout ship！'
Round came the Indefatigable on the other tack； the watch raced aloft to shake out a reef from the topsails while from the deck the officers looked up at the straining canvas to calculate the chances of the gale which howled round their ears splitting the sails or carrying away a spar。 The Indefatigable lay over until it was hard to keep one's footing on the streaming deck； everyone without immediate duties clung to the weather rail and peered at the other ship。
'Fore… and maintopmasts exactly equal；' said Lieutenant Bolton to Hornblower； his telescope to his eye。 'Topsails white as milady's fingers。 She's a Frenchie all right。'
The sails of British ships were darkened with long service in all weathers； when a French ship escaped from harbour to run the blockade her spotless unweathered canvas disclosed her nationality without real need to take into consideration less obvious technical characteristics。
'We're weathering on her；' said Hornblower； his eye was aching with staring through the glass； and his arms even were weary with holding the telescope to his eye； but in the excitement of the chase he could not relax。
'Not as much as I'd like；' growled Bolton。
'Hands to the mainbrace！' roared Pellew at that moment。
It was a matter of the most vital concern to trim the sails so as to lie as close as possible to the wind； a hundred yards gained to windward would count as much as a mile gained in a stern chase。 Pellew was looking up at the sails； back at the fleeting wake； across at the French ship； gauging the strength of the wind； estimating the strain on the rigging； doing everything that a lifetime of experience could suggest to close the gap between the two ships。 Pellew's next order sent all hands to run out the guns on the weather side； that would in part counteract the heel and give the Indefatigable more grip upon the water。
'Now we're walking up to her；' said Bolton with grudging optimism。
'Beat to quarters！' shouted Pellew。
The ship had been expecting that order。 The roar of the marine bandsmen's drums echoed through the ship； the pipes twittered as the bosun's mates repeated the order； and the men ran in disciplined fashion to their duties。 Hornblower； jumping for the weather mizzen shrouds； saw the eager grins on half a dozen faces…battle and the imminent possibility of death were a wele change from the eternal monotony of the blockade。 Up in the mizzen…top he looked over his men。 They were uncovering the locks of their muskets and looking to the priming； satisfied with their readiness for action Hornblower turned his attention to the swivel gun。 He took the tarpaulin from the breech and the tampion from the muzzle； cast off the lashings which secured it； and saw that the swivel moved freely in the socket and the trunnions freely in the crotch。 A jerk of the lanyard showed him that the lock was sparkling well and there was no need for a new flint。 Finch came climbing into the top with the canvas belt over his shoulder containing the charges for the gun； the bags of musket balls lay handy in a garland fixed to the barricade。 Finch rammed home a cartridge down the short muzzle； Hornblower had ready a bag of balls to ram down onto it。 Then he took a priming…quill and forced it down the touchhole； feeling sensitively to make sure the sharp point pierced the thin serge bag of the cartridge。 Priming…quill and flintlock were necessary up here in the top； where no slow match or port…fire could be used with the danger of fire so great and where fire would be so difficult to control in the sails and the rigging。 Yet musketry and swivel…gun fire from the tops were an important tactical consideration。 With the ships laid yardarm to yardarm Hornblower's men could clear the hostile quarterdeck where centred the brains and control of the enemy。
'Stop that； Finch！' said Hornblower irritably； turning； he had caught sight of him peering up at the maintop and at this moment of tension Finch's delusions annoyed him。
'Beg your pardon； sir；' said Finch； resuming his duties。
But a moment later Hornblower heard Finch whispering to himself。
'Mr Bracegirdle's there；' whispered Finch； 'an' Oldroyd's there； an' all those others。 But He's there too； so He is。'
'Hands wear ship！' came the shouted order from the deck below。
The old Indefatigable was spinning round on her heel； the yards groaning as the braces swung them round。 The French ship had made a bold attempt to rake her enemy as she clawed up to her； but Pellew's prompt handling defeated the plan。 Now the ships were broadside to broadside； running free before the wind at long cannon shot。
'Just look at 'im！' roared Douglas； one of the musket men in the top。 'Twenty guns a side。 Looks brave enough； doesn't he？'
Standing beside Douglas Hornblower could look down on the Frenchman's deck； her guns run out with the guns' crews clustering round them； officers in white breeches and blue coats walking up and down； the spray flying from her bows as she drove headlong before the wind。
'She'll look braver still when we take her into Plymouth Sound；' said the seaman on the far side of Hornblower。
The Indefatigable was slightly the faster ship； an occasional touch of starboard helm was working her in closer to the enemy； into decisive range； without allowing the Frenchman to headreach upon her。 Hornblower was impressed