I am afraid, said Hornblower in the end, crumpling his napkin and tossing it on to the table, it is time for us to go on deck again, gentlemen. What a mortal pity to break up this gathering!
They left the lamplit brilliance of the cabin for the darkness of the deck. The stars were glowing in the dark sky, and the Sutherland was stealing ghostlike over the sea which reflected them; her pyramids of canvas soared up to invisibility, and the only sounds to be heard were the rattle of the rigging and the periodic music of the water under her forefoot as she rode over the tiny invisible waves. The crew was resting on the gangways and the maindeck, conversing in whispers, and when the subdued voices of their officers called them to duty they mustered silently, each division assembling for its particular duty. Hornblower checked the position of the ship with Bush, and strained his eye through his nightglass towards the invisible shore.
Longboat crew here! called Gerard softly.
Launch crew here! echoed Rayner, and their allotted parties formed up quietly abreast the main mast.
The cutters crews were assembling on the quarterdeck; Hornblower was taking two hundred and fifty men altogetherif the expedition were a complete disaster Bush would hardly have sufficient men to navigate the Sutherland back to the rendezvous.
You can heave-to, Mr. Bush, he said.
One by one the boats were hoisted out, and lay on their oars a few yards off. Last of all, Hornblower went down the side and seated himself beside Brown and Longley in the stern of the barge; the men at the oars pushed off at a growl from Brown, and the flotilla, with muffled oars, began to pull steadily away from the ship. The darkness was intense, and, by the usual optical illusion, seemed still more intense close to the surface of the sea than up on the deck of the Sutherland. Slowly the barge drew ahead, and as the longboat and launch diverged out on each quarter they were rapidly lost to sight. The oars seemed to touch the velvety blackness of the sea without a sound.
Hornblower made
himself sit still, his hand resting on the hilt of his fifty-guinea sword. He wanted to crane his neck round and look at the other boats; with every minutes inaction he grew more nervous. Some fool of a marine might fiddle with the lock of his musket, or someones pistol, carelessly left at full cock, might go off as its owner tugged at his oar. The slightest warning given on shore would ruin the whole attack; might mean the loss of hundreds of lives, and call down upon his headif he surviveda withering rebuke from his admiral. Grimly he made himself sit still for five more minutes before taking up his nightglass.
Then at last he caught the faintest possible glimpse of grey cliff. With his hand on the tiller he altered course until they were almost in the mouth of the inlet.
Easy! he breathed, and the boat glided silently forward under the stars. Close astern two tiny nuclei of greater darkness indicated where the two cutters rested on their oars. Holding his watch under his nose he could just see the timehe must wait three full minutes.
A distant sound reached his ear; there were oars pulling in the harbour. He heard them splashing two hundred yards ahead; he fancied he could see the splashes. The French were, as he expected, rowing a guard round their precious ship. Yet her captain had not realised that a guard boat rowing with muffled oars, creeping very slowly along, would be a far more dangerous obstacle to a cutting-out expedition than any boat merely busily rowing up and down across the entrance. He looked at his watch again.
Oars, he whispered, and the men braced themselves ready to pull. Theres the guard boat ahead. Remember, men, cold steel. If any man fires before I do Ill shoot him with my own hand. Give way!
The barge crept forward again, stealing into the harbour. In a few more seconds she would be at the point where the batteries fire crossed, the point which sentries would have under constant observation, upon which the guns would be laid at nightfall so that a salvo would blow any approaching boat out of the water. For a horrible second Hornblower wondered whether launch and longboat had gone astray. Then he heard it. A loud challenge on his right, heard clearly across the water, followed by another on his left, and both instantly drowned in a wild rattle of musketry fire. Rayner and Gerard were leading their parties against the batteries, and both of them as their orders had dictated, were making an infernal noise about it so as to distract the gunners at the vital moment.
His eye caught the splashes of the guard boats oars, more noticeable than ever with the crew pulling wildly as they paid attention to the din on shore instead of to their own business. The barge shot silently and unnoticeable towards it. She was only fifty yards from the guard boat when someone at last caught sight of her.
Qui va là! cried someone, sharply, but before any answer could be expected the barge came crashing up against the guard boats side, as Hornblower dragged the tiller round.