How do you propose to stop him, My Lord?
There may be means, answered Hornblower, trying to keep the harshness out of his voice that would betray his anxiety.
It was on a blue and gold, blazing day, with Crab ghosting along before only the faintest breeze, that the masthead lookout hailed the deck with the news of the sighting.
Sail ho! Dead to looard, sir!
A sail might be anything,
but at long intervals, as Crab crept closer, the successive reports made it more and more likely that the strange sail was Daring. Three mastseven that first supplementary report made it reasonably sure, for not many big ships plied out into the South Atlantic from the Caribbean. All sail set, even skysails, and stunsls to the royals. That did not mean quite so much.
She looks like an American, sir!
The skysails had already hinted strongly in the same direction. Then Harcourt went up to the mainmast head with his own glass, and came down again with his eyes shining with excitement.
Thats Daring, My Lord. Im sure of it.
Ten miles apart they lay, on the brilliant blue of the sea with the brilliant blue of the sky above them, and on the far horizon a smudge of land. Crab had won her race by twenty-five hours. Daring was boxing the compass, swinging idly in all directions under her pyramids of sails in the absence of all wind; Crab carried her way for a while longer, and then she, too, fell motionless under the blazing sun. All eyes turned on the Admiral standing stiffly with his hands locked behind him gazing at the distant white rectangles that indicated where lay his fate. The schooners big mainsail flapped idly, flapped again, and then the boom began to swing over.
Hands to the sheets! yelled Harcourt.
The air was so light that they could not even feel it on their sweating faces, but it sufficed to push the booms out, and a moment later the helmsman could feel the rudder take hold just enough to give him control. With Crab s bowsprit pointed straight at Daring the breath of wind was coming in over the starboard quarter, almost dead astern, almost dead foul for Daring if ever it should reach her, but she was still becalmed. The breath of wind increased until they could feel it, until they could hear under the bows the music of the schooners progress through the water, and then it died away abruptly, leaving Crab to wallow on the swell. Then it breathed again, over the port quarter this time, and then it drew farther aft, so that the topsails were braced square and the foresail could be hauled over to the port side and Crab ran wing-and-wing for ten blessed minutes until the wind dropped again, to a dead, flaming calm. They could see Daring catch a wind, see her trim her sails, but only momentarily, only long enough to reveal her intentions before she lay once more helpless. Despite her vast sail area her greater dead weight made her less susceptible to these very faint airs.
Thank God for that, said Gerard, glass to his eye, as he watched her swing idly again. I think she aims to pass us beyond cannon-shot, My Lord.
I shouldnt be surprised at that, agreed Hornblower.
Another breath, another slight closing of the gap, another dead calm.
Mr. Harcourt, perhaps it would be best if you let the men have their dinners now.
Aye aye, My Lord.
Salt beef and pease pudding under a noonday sun in the tropicswho could have any appetite for that, especially with the excitement of watching for a wind? And in the middle of dinner hands were sent again to the sheets and braces to take advantage of another breath of wind.
At what time will you have your dinner, My Lord? asked Giles.
Not now, was all the answer Hornblower would give him, glass to eye.
Hes hoisted his colours, My Lord, pointed out Gerard. American colours.
The Stars and Stripes, regarding which he had been expressly ordered to be particularly tender. But he could be nothing else in any case, seeing that Daring mounted twelve-pounders and was full of men.
Now both vessels had a wind, but Crab was creeping bravely along at a full two knots, and Daring, trying to head to the southward close-hauled, was hardly moving; now she was not moving at all, turning aimlessly in a breeze too faint to give her steerage way.
I can see very few people on her deck, My Lord, said Harcourt; the eye with which he had been staring through his glass was watering with the glare of sun and sea.
Shed keep em below out of sight, said Gerard.
That was so likely as to be certain. Whatever Daring, and Cambronne, thought of Crab s intentions, it would be safest to conceal the fact that she had five hundred men on board while heading for the South Atlantic.
And between her and that South Atlantic lay Crab, the frailest barrier imaginable. Let Daring once
pass through the channel out into the open sea and nothing could be done to stop her. No ship could hope to overtake her. She would reach St. Helena to strike her blow there, and no possible warning could be given. It was now or never, and it was Hornblowers fault that matters had reached such a pass. He had been utterly fooled in New Orleans. He had allowed Cambronne to steal a march on him. Now he had to make any sacrifice that circumstances demanded of him, any sacrifice whatever, to redeem the peace of the world. Crab could do nothing to stop Daring. It could only be done by his own personal exertions.