csf.mrmidshipmanhornblower-第10章
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loneliness of the man in mand at sea。 He went on deck again； and at sight of him Matthews hurried aft and knuckled his forehead。
'Beg pardon； sir； but we'll have to use the jeers to sling that yard again。'
'Very good。'
'We'll need more hands than we have； sir。 Can I put some o' they Frenchies to work？'
'If you think you can。 If any of them are sober enough。'
'I think I can； sir。 Drunk or sober。'
'Very good。'
It was at this moment that Hornblower remembered with bitter self…reproach that the priming of his pistol was probably wet； and he had not scorn enough for himself at having put his trust in a pistol without re…priming after evolutions in a small boat。 While Matthews went forward he dashed below again。 There was a case of pistols which he remembered having seen in the captain's cabin； with a powder flask and bullet bag hanging beside it。 He loaded both weapons and reprimed his own； and came on deck again with three pistols in his belt just as his men appeared from the forecastle herding half a dozen Frenchmen。 He posed himself in the poop； straddling with his hands behind his back； trying to adopt an air of magnificent indifference and understanding。 With the jeers taking the weight of yard and sail； an hour's hard work resulted in the yard being slung again and the sail reset。
When the work was advancing towards pletion； Hornblower came to himself again to remember that in a few minutes he would have to set a course； and he dashed below again to set out the chart and the dividers and parallel rulers。 From his pocket he extracted the crumpled scrap of paper with his position on it…he had thrust it in there so carelessly a little while back； at a time when the immediate problem before him was to transfer himself from the Indefatigable to the cutter。 It made him unhappy to think how cavalierly he had treated that scrap of paper then； he began to feel that life in the Navy； although it seemed to move from one crisis to another； was really one continuous crisis； that even while dealing with one emergency it was necessary to be making plans to deal with the next。 He bent over the chart； plowed his position； and laid off his course。 It was a queer unfortable feeling to think that what had up to this moment been an academic exercise conducted under the reassuring supervision of Mr Soames was now something on which hinged his life and his reputation。 He checked his working； decided on his course； and wrote it down on a scrap of paper for fear he should forget it。
So when the foretopsail yard was re…slung； and the prisoners herded back into the forecastle； and Matthews looked to him for further orders he was ready。
'We'll square away；' he said。 'Matthews； send a man to the wheel。'
He himself gave a hand at the braces； the wind had moderated and he felt his men could handle the brig under her present sail。
'What course； sir？' asked the man at the wheel； and Hornblower dived into his pocket for his scrap of paper。
'Nor'…east by north；' he said； reading it out。
'Nor'…east by north； sir；' said the helmsman； and the Marie Galante； running free； set her course for England。
Night was closing in by now； and all round the circle of the horizon there was not a sail in sight。 There must be plenty of ships just over the horizon； he knew； but that did not do much to ease his feeling of loneliness as darkness came on。 There was so much to do； so much to bear in mind； and all the responsibility lay on his unaccustomed shoulders。 The prisoners had to be battened down in the forecastle； a watch had to be set…there was even the trivial matter of hunting up flint and steel to light the binnacle lamp。 A hand forward as a lookout； who could also keep an eye on the prisoners below； a hand aft at the wheel。 Two hands snatching some sleep…knowing that to get in any sail would be an all…hands job…a hasty meal of water from the scuttle…butt and of biscuit from the cabin stores in the lazarette…a constant eye to be kept on the weather。 Hornblower paced the deck in the darkness。
'Why don't you get some sleep； sir？' asked the man at the wheel。
'I will； later on； Hunter；' said Hornblower； trying not to allow his tone to reveal the fact that such a thing had never occurred to him。
He knew it was sensible advice； and he actually tried to follow it； retiring below to fling himself down on the captain's cot； but of course he could not sleep。 When he heard the lookout bawling down the panionway to rouse the other two hands to relieve the watch （they were asleep in the next cabin to him） he could not prevent himself from getting up again and ing on deck to see that all was well。 With Matthews in charge he felt he should not be anxious； and he drove himself below again； but he had hardly fallen onto the cot again when a new thought brought him to his feet again； his skin cold with anxiety； and a prodigious self…contempt vying with anxiety for first glance in his emotions。 He rushed on deck and walked forward to where Matthews was squatting by the knightheads。
'Nothing has been done to see if the brig is taking in any water；' he said…he had hurriedly worked out the wording of that sentence during his walk forward； so as to cast no aspersion on Matthews and yet at the same time； for the sake of discipline； attributing no blame to himself。
'That's so； sir；' said Matthews。
'One of those shots fired by the Indefatigable hulled her；' went on Hornblower。 'What damage did it do？'
'I don't rightly know； sir；' said Matthews。 'I was in the cutter at the time。'
'We must look as soon as it's light；' said Hornblower。' And we'd better sound the well now。'
Those were brave words； during his rapid course in seamanship aboard the Indefatigable Hornblower had had a little instruction everywhere； working under the orders of every head of department in rotation。 Once he had been with the carpenter when he sounded the well…whether he could find the well in this ship and sound it he did not know。
'Aye aye； sir；' said Matthews； without hesitation； and strolled aft to the pump。 'You'll need a light； sir。 I'll get one。'
When he came back with the lantern he shone it on the coiled sounding line hanging beside the pump； so that Hornblower recognized it at once。 He lifted it down； inserted the three…foot weighted rod into the aperture of the well； and then remembered in time to take it out again and make sure it was dry。 Then he let it drop； paying out the line until he felt the rod strike the ship's bottom with a satisfactory thud。 He hauled out the line again； and Matthews held the lantern as Hornblower with some trepidation brought out the timber to examine it。
'Not a drop； sir！' said Matthews。 'Dry as yesterday's pannikin。'
Hornblower was agreeably surprised。 Any ship he had ever heard of leaked to a certain extent； even in the well…found Indefatigable pumping had been necessary every day。 He did not know whether this dryness was a remarkable phenomenon or a very remarkable one。 He wanted to be both nonmittal and imperturbable。
'H'm；' was the ment he eventually produced。 'Very good； Matthews。 Coil that line again。'
The knowledge that the Marie Galante was making no water at all might have encouraged him to sleep； if the wind had not chosen to veer steadily and strengthen itself somewhat soon after he retired again。 It was Matthews who came down and pounded on his door with the unwele news。
'We can't keep the course you set much longer； sir；' concluded Matthews。 'And the wind's ing gusty…like。'
'Very good； I'll be up。 Call all hands；' said Hornblower； with a testiness that might have been the result of a sudden awakening if it had not really disguised his inner quaverings。
With such a small crew he dared not run the slightest risk of being taken by surprise by the weather。 Nothing could be done in a hurry； as he soon found。 He had to take the wheel while his four hands laboured at reefing topsails and snugging the brig down； the task took half the night； and by the time it was finished it was quite plain that with the wind veering northerly the Marie Galante could not steer north…east by north any longer。 Hornblower gave up the wheel and went below to the chart； but what he saw there only confirmed the
