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'Excellent！' said Edrington。
The battery boomed again； a file of two redcoat soldiers was tossed back like dolls； to lie in a horrible bloody mass close beside Hornblower's horse's feet。
'Close up！' said a sergeant； and the men on either side had filled the gap。
'43rd； seven paces back…march！'
The line was below the crest again； as the redcoated marionettes withdrew in steady time。 Hornblower could not remember later whether it was twice or three times more that the Revolutionary masses came on again； each time to be dashed back by that disciplined musketry。 But the sun was nearly setting in the ocean behind him when he looked back to see the beach almost cleared and Bracegirdle plodding up to them to report。
'I can spare one pany now；' said Edrington in reply but not taking his eyes off the French masses。 'After they are on board； have every boat ready and waiting。'
One pany filed off； another attack was beaten back…after the preceding failures it was not pressed home with anything like the dash and fire of the earlier ones。 Now the battery was turning its attention to the headland on the flank； and sending its balls among the redcoats there； while a battalion of French moved over to the attack at that point。
'That gives us time；' said Edrington。 'Captain Griffin； you can march the men off。 Colour party； remain here。'
Down the beach went the centre panies to the waiting boats； while the colours still waved to mark their old position； visible over the crest to the French。 The pany in the cottages came out； formed up； and marched down as well。 Edrington trotted across to the foot of the little headland； he watched the French forming for the attack and the infantry wading out to the boats。
'Now； grenadiers！' he yelled suddenly。 'Run for it！ Colour party！'
Down the steep seaward face of the headland came the last pany； running； sliding； and stumbling。 A musket； clumsily handled； went off unexpectedly。 The last man came down the slope as the colour party reached the water's edge and began to climb into a boat with its precious burden。 A wild yell went up from the French； and their whole mass came rushing towards the evacuated position。
'Now； sir；' said Edrington； turning his horse seawards。
Hornblower fell from his saddle as his horse splashed into the shallows。 He let go of the reins and plunged out； waist deep； shoulder deep； to where the longboat lay on its oars with its four…pounder gun in its bows and Bracegirdle beside it to haul him in。 He looked up in time to see a curious incident； Edrington had reached the Indefatigable's gig； still holding his horse's reins。 With the French pouring down the beach towards them； he turned and took a musket from the nearest soldier； pressed the muzzle to the horse's head； and fired。 The horse fell in its death agony in the shallows； only Hornblower's roan remained as prize to the Revolutionaries。
'Back water！' said Bracegirdle； and the longboat backed away from the beach； Hornblower lay in the eyes of the boat feeling as if he had not the strength to move a limb； and the beach was covered with shouting； gesticulating Frenchmen； lit redly by the sunset。
'One moment；' said Bracegirdle； reaching for the lanyard of the four…pounder； and tugging at it smartly。
The gun roared out in Hornblower's ear； and the charge cut a swathe of destruction on the beach。
'That was canister；' said Bracegirdle。 'Eighty…four balls。 Easy； port！ Give way； starboard！'
The longboat turned； away from the beach and towards the weling ships。 Hornblower looked back at the darkening coast of France。 This was the end of an incident； his country's attempt to overturn the Revolution had met with a bloody repulse。 Newspapers in Paris would exult； the Gazette in London would give the incident five cold lines。 Clairvoyant； Hornblower could foresee that in a year's time the world would hardly remember the incident。 In twenty Years it would be entirely forgotten。 Yet those headless corpses up there in Muzillac； those shattered redcoats； those Frenchmen caught in the four…pounder's blast of canister…they were all as dead as if it had been a day in which history had been changed。 And he was just as weary。 And in his pocket there was still the bread he had put there that morning and forgotten all about。
CHAPTER SEVEN … THE SPANISH GALLEYS
The old Indefatigable was lying at anchor in the Bay of Cadiz at the time when Spain made peace with France。 Hornblower happened to be midshipman of the watch； and it was he who called the attention of Lieutenant Chadd to the approach of the eight…oared pinnace； with the red and yellow of Spain dropping at the stern。 Chadd's glass made out the gleam of gold on epaulette and cocked hat； and bellowed the order for sideboys and marine guard to give the traditional honours to a captain in an allied service。 Pellew； hurriedly warned； was at the gangway to meet his visitor； and it was at the gangway that the entire interview took place。 The Spaniard； making a low bow with his hat across his stomach； offered a sealed envelope to the Englishman。
'Here； Mr Hornblower；' said Pellew； holding the letter unopened； 'speak French to this fellow。 Ask him to e below for a glass of wine。'
But the Spaniard； with a further bow； declined the refreshment； and； with another bow； requested that Pellew open the letter immediately。 Pellew broke the seal and read the contents； struggling with the French which he could read to a small extent although he could not speak it at all。 He handed it to Hornblower。
'This means the Dagoes have made peace； doesn't it？'
Hornblower struggled through twelve lines of pliments addressed by His Excellency the Duke of Belchite （Grandee of the First Class； with eighteen other titles ending with Captain…General of Andalusia） to the Most Gallant Ship…Captain Sir Edward Pellew； Knight of the Bath。 The second paragraph was short and contained only a brief intimation of peace。 The third paragraph was as long as the first； and repeated its phraseology almost word for word in a ponderous farewell。
'That's all； sir；' said Hornblower。
But the Spanish captain had a verbal message with which to supplement the written one。
'Please tell your captain；' he said； in his lisping Spanish…French； 'that now as a neutral power； Spain must enforce her rights。 You have already been at anchor here for twenty…four hours。 Six hours from now'…the Spaniard took a gold watch from his pocket and glanced at it…'if you are within range of the batteries at Puntales there they will be given orders to fire on you。'
Hornblower could only translate the brutal message without any attempt at softening it； and Pellew listened； white with anger despite his tan。
'Tell him…' he began； and then mastered his rage。 'Damme if I'll let him see he has made me angry。'
He put his hat across his stomach and bowed in as faithful an imitation of the Spaniard's courtliness as he could manage； before he turned to Hornblower。
'Tell him I have received his message with pleasure。 Tell him I much regret that circumstances are separating him from me； and that I hope I shall always enjoy his personal friendship whatever the relations between our countries。