The new arrival, smartly enough handled, was edging in now to the quay. A backed topsail took the way off her, and the warps creaked round the bollards. Hornblower watched idly, Bush and Brown beside him. As the ship was made fast, a gang plank was thrown to the quay, and a little stout man made ready to walk down it from the ship. He was in civilian clothes, and he had a rosy round face with a ridiculous little black moustache with upturned ends. From his manner of shaking hands with the captain, and from the very broken English which he was speaking, Hornblower guessed him to be the pilot.
The pilot! In that moment a surge of ideas boiled up in Hornblowers mind. It would be dark in less than an hour, with the moon in its first quarteralready he could see it, just visible in the sky high over the setting sun. A clear night, the tide about to ebb, a gentle breeze, southerly with a touch of east. A pilot available on the one hand, a crew on the other. Then he hesitated. The whole scheme was rash to the point of madnessbeyond that point. It must be ill-digested, unsound. His mind raced madly through the scheme again, but even as it did so he was carried away by the wave of recklessness. There was an intoxication about throwing caution to the winds which he had forgotten since his boyhood. In the tense seconds which were all he had, while the pilot was descending the gang plank and approaching them along the quay, he had formed his resolution. He nudged his two companions, and then stepped forward and intercepted the fat little pilot as he walked briskly past them.
Monsieur, he said. I have some questions to ask you. Will you kindly accompany me to my ship for a moment?
The pilot noted the uniform, the star of the Legion of Honour, the assured manner.
Why, certainly, he said. His conscience was clear; he was guilty of no more than venal infringements of the Continental system. He turned and trotted alongside Hornblower. You are a newcomer to this port, Colonel, I fancy?
I was transferred here yesterday from Amsterdam, answered Hornblower shortly.
Brown was striding along at the pilots other elbow; Bush was bringing up the rear, gallantly trying to keep pace with them, his wooden leg thumping the pavement. They came up to the Witch of Endor, and made their way up her gang plank to her deck; the officer there looked at them with a little surprise. But he knew the pilot, and he knew the customs uniform.
I want to examine one of your charts, if you please, said Hornblower. Will you show us the way to the cabin?
The mate had not a suspicion in the world. He signed to his men to go on with their work and led the way down the brief companion to the after cabin. The mate entered, and politely Hornblower thrust the pilot in next, before him. It was a tiny cabin, but there was sufficient room to be safe when they were at the farther end. He stood by the door and brought out his two pistols.
If you make a sound, he said, and excitement rippled his lips into a snarl, I will kill you.
They simply stood and stared at him, but at last the pilot opened his mouth to speakspeech was irrepressible with him.
Silence! snapped Hornblower.
He moved far enough into the room to allow Brown and Bush to enter after him.
Tie em up, he ordered.
Belts and handkerchiefs
and scarves did the work efficiently enough; soon the two men were gagged and helpless, their hands tied behind them.
Under the table with em, said Hornblower. Now, be ready for the two hands when I bring em down.
He ran up on deck.
Here, you two, he snapped. Ive some questions to ask you. Come down with me.
They put down their work and followed him meekly, to the cabin where Hornblowers pistols frightened them into silence. Brown ran on deck for generous supply of line with which to bind them and to make the lashings of the other two more secure yet. Then he and Bushneither of them had spoken as yet since the adventure beganlooked to him for further orders.
Watch em, said Hornblower. Ill be back in five minutes with a crew. Therell be one more man at least to make fast.
He went up to the quay again, and along to where the gangs of galley slaves were assembling, weary after their days work of unloading. The ten chained men under the sergeant whom he addressed looked at him with lack-lustre eyes, only wondering faintly what fresh misery this spruce colonel was bringing them.
Sergeant, he said. Bring your party down to my ship. There is work for them there.
Yes, Colonel, said the sergeant.
He rasped an order at the weary men, and they followed Hornblower down the quay. Their bare feet made no sound, but the chain which ran from waist to waist clashed rhythmically with their stride.
Bring them down on to the deck, said Hornblower. Now come down into the cabin for your orders.
It was all so easy, thanks to that uniform and star. Hornblower had to try hard not to laugh at the sergeants bewilderment as they disarmed him and tied him up. It took no more than a significant gesture with Hornblowers pistol to make the sergeant indicate in which pocket was the key of the prisoners chain.