There is no help for it, then. Doubtless there will be others. I will go on board my ship, then. Perhaps you will be good enough to accompany me so as to give orders to your prize crew?
Certainly, Admiral.
Hornblower was curious to see how el Supremos subordinates would deal with the problem of changing the allegiance of a whole ships crew. He gave hurried orders to the gunner for the saluting of the flag when it should be hoisted in the Natividad, and went down into the boat with the new officers.
On board the Natividad Crespo swaggered on to the quarterdeck. The Spanish sailing master and his mates were grouped there, and under their startled eyes he walked up to the image of the Virgin and Child beside the taffrail and tossed it overboard. At a sign from him one of the aspirants hauled down the Spanish and British ensigns from the peak. Then he turned upon the navigating officers. It was a dramatic scene on that crowded quarterdeck in the brilliant sunshine. The British marines stood in rigid line in their red coats, with ordered arms. The British seamen stood by their carronades, matches smouldering, for no orders had yet relieved them of their duty. Gerard came over and stood beside Hornblower.
Which is the sailing master? demanded Crespo.
I am, quavered one of the Spaniards.
Are you his mates? rasped Crespo, and received frightened nods in reply.
All trace of humour had disappeared from Crespos expression. He seemed to expand and dilate with cold anger.
You, he said, pointing at the youngest. You will now hold up your hand and declare your faith in our lord el Supremo. Hold up your hand.
The boy obeyed as if in a trance.
Now repeat after me. I swear
The boys face was white. He tried to look round at his superior officer, but his gaze was held by Crespos glaring eyes.
I swear, said Crespo, more menacingly. The boys mouth opened and shut without a sound. Then convulsively he freed himself from the hypnotic stare. His hand wavered and came down, and he looked away from Crespos pointing right forefinger. Instantly Crespos left hand shot out; so quick was the motion that no one could see until afterwards that it held a pistol from his sash. The shot rang out, and the boy, with a pistol ball in his stomach, fell to the deck writhing in agony. Crespo disregarded his convulsions and turned to the next man.
You will now swear, he said.
He swore at once, repeating Crespos words in quavering tones. The half dozen sentences were very much to the point; they declared the omnipotence of el Supremo, testified to the speakers faith, and in a single sweeping blasphemy denied the existence of God and the virginity of the Mother of God. The others followed his example, repeating the words of the oath one after the other, while no one paid any attention to the dying boy at their feet. Crespo only condescended to notice him after the conclusion of the ceremony.
Throw that overboard, he said curtly. The officers only hesitated a moment under his gaze, and then one stooped and lifted the boy by his shoulders, another by
his feet, and they flung the still living body over the rail.
Crespo waited for the splash, and then walked forward to the quarterdeck rail with its peeling gilt. The herded crew in the waist listened dumbly to his uplifted voice. Hornblower, gazing down at them, saw that there would be small resistance to Crespos missionary efforts. To a man the crew were of non-European blood; presumably during the many years of the Natividad s commission in the Pacific the original European crew had quite died out. Only officers had been replaced from Spain; fresh hands had been recruited from the native races. There were Chinese among them, as Hornblower recognised, and negroes, and some whose physiognomy was unfamiliar to himPhilipinos.
In five minutes of brilliant speaking Crespo had won them all over. He made no more attempt to enunciate the divinity of el Supremo than was involved in the mention of his name. El Supremo, he said, was at the head of a movement which was sweeping the Spaniards from the dominion of America. Within the year the whole of the New World from Mexico to Peru would be at his feet. There would be an end of Spanish misrule, or brutal domination, of slavery in mine and field. There would be land for the asking for everybody, freedom and happiness under the benign supervision of el Supremo. Who would follow him?
They all would seemingly. Crespo had them all cheering wildly at the end of his speech. Crespo came back to Hornblower.
Thank you, Captain, he said. I think there is no more need for the presence of your prize crew. My officers and I will be able to attend to any insubordination which may arise later.
I think you will be quite able to, said Hornblower, a little bitterly.
Some of them may not easily be enlightened when the time comes for that, said Crespo, grinning.
Pulling back to the Lydia Hornblower thought bitterly about the murder of the Spanish masters mate. It was a crime which he ought to have preventedhe had gone on board the Natividad expressly to prevent cruelty and he had failed. Yet he realised that that kind of cruelty would not have the bad effect on his own men that a coldblooded hanging of the officers would have done. The crew of the Natividad was being forced to serve a new master against their willbut the pressgang had done the same for three-quarters of the crew of the Lydia. Flogging and death were the punishments meted out to Englishmen who refused to obey the orders of officers who had arbitrarily assumed command over themEnglish sailors were not likely to fret unduly over Dagoes in the same position, even though with English lower-class lack of logic they would have been moved to protest against a formal hanging of officers.