csf.mrmidshipmanhornblower-第38章
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'By God！ That's our way！' screamed Hornblower； and then； steadying himself； 'Reload。'
As the bullets were being spat into the barrels he stood up。 His unused pistols were still in his belt； his cutlass was at his side。
'e aft； here；' he said to stroke oar； the jolly boat would stand no more weight in the bows than she had already。 'And you； too。'
Hornblower poised himself on the thwarts； eyeing the grapnel line and the cabin window。
'Bring 'em after me one at a time； Jackson；' he said。
Then he braced himself and flung himself at the grapnel line。 His feet grazed the water as the line sagged； but using all his clumsy strength his arms carried him upwards。 Here was the shattered window at his side； he swung up his feet； kicked out a big remaining piece of the pane； and then shot his feet through and then the rest of himself。 He came down on the deck of the cabin with a thud； it was dark in here pared with the blinding sun outside。 As he got to his feet； he trod on something which gave out a cry of pain…the wounded Spaniard； evidently…and the hand with which he drew his cutlass was sticky with blood。 Spanish blood。 Rising； he hit his head a thunderous crash on the deck…beams above； for the little cabin was very low； hardly more than five feet； and so severe was the blow that his senses almost left him。 But before him was the cabin door and he reeled out through it； cutlass in hand。 Over his head he heard a stamping of feet； and shots were fired behind him and above him…a further exchange； he presumed； between the jolly boat and the galley's stern rail。 The cabin door opened into a low half…deck； and Hornblower reeled along it out into the sunshine again。 He was on the tiny strip of maindeck at the break of the poop。 Before him stretched the narrow gangway between the two sets of rowers； he could look down at these latter … two seas of bearded faces； mops of hair and lean sunburned bodies； swinging rhythmically back and forward to the beat of the oars。
That was all the impression he could form of them at the moment。 At the far end of the gangway at the break of the forecastle stood the overseer with his whip； he was shouting words in rhythmic succession to the slaves…Spanish numbers； perhaps； to give them the time。 There were three or four men on the forecastle； below them the half…doors through the forecastle bulkhead were hooked open； through which Hornblower could see the two big guns illuminated by the light through the port holes out of which they were run almost at the water level。 The guns' crews were standing by the guns； but numerically they were far fewer than two twenty…four pounders would demand。 'Hornblower remembered Wales' estimate of no more than thirty for a galley's crew。 The men of one gun at least had been called aft to defend the poop against the jolly boat's attack。
A step behind him made him leap with anxiety and he swung round with his cutlass ready to meet Jackson stumbling out of the half deck； cutlass in hand。
'Nigh on cracked my nut；' said Jackson。
He was speaking thickly like a drunken man； and his words were chorused by further shots fired from the poop at the level of the top of their heads。
'Oldroyd's in' next；' said Jackson。 'Franklin's dead。'
On either side of them a panion ladder mounted to the poop deck。 It seemed logical； mathematical； that they should each go up one but Hornblower thought better of it。
'e along；' he said； and headed for the starboard ladder； and； with Oldroyd putting in an appearance at that moment； he yelled to him to follow。
The handropes of the ladder were of twisted red and yellow cord…he even could notice that as he rushed up the ladder； pistol in hand and cutlass in the other。 After the first step； his eye was above deck level。 There were more than a dozen men crowded on the tiny poop； but two were lying dead； and one was groaning with his back to the rail； and two stood by the tiller。 The others were looking over the rail at the jolly boat。 Hornblower was still insane with fighting madness。 He must have leaped up the final two or three steps with a bound like a stag's； and he was screaming like a maniac as he flung himself at the Spaniards。 His pistol went off apparently without his willing it； but the face of the man a yard away dissolved into bloody ruin； and Hornblower dropped the weapon and snatched the second； his thumb going to the hammer as he whirled his cutlass down with a crash on the sword which the next Spaniard raised as a feeble guard。 He struck and struck and struck with a lunatic's strength。 Here was Jackson beside him shouting hoarsely and striking out right and left。
'Kill 'em！ Kill 'em！' shouted Jackson。
Hornblower saw Jackson's cutlass flash down on the head of the defenceless man at the tiller。 Then out of the tail of his eye he saw another sword threaten him as he battered with his cutlass at the man before him； but his pistol saved him as he fired automatically again。 Another pistol went off beside him…Oldroyd's； he supposed…and then the fight on the poop was over。 By what miracle of ineptitude the Spaniards had allowed the attack to take them by surprise Hornblower never could discover。 Perhaps they were ignorant of the wounding of the man in the cabin； and had relied on him to defend that route； perhaps it had never occurred to them that three men could be so utterly desperate as to attack a dozen； perhaps they never realized that three men had made the perilous passage of the grapnel line； perhaps…most probably…in the mad excitement of it all； they simply lost their heads； for five minutes could hardly have elapsed altogether from the time the jolly boat hooked on until the poop was cleared。 Two of three Spaniards ran down the panion to the maindeck and forward along the gangway between the rows of slaves。 One was caught against the rail and made a gesture of surrender； but Jackson's hand was already at his throat。 Jackson was a man of immense physical strength； he bent the Spaniard back over the rail； farther and farther； and then caught him by the thigh with his other hand and heaved him over。 He fell with a shriek before Hornblower could interpose。 The poop deck was covered with writhing men； like the bottom of a boat filled with flapping fish。 One man was getting to his knees when Jackson and Oldroyd seized him。 They swung him up to toss him over the rail。
'Stop that！' said Hornblower； and quite callously they dropped him again with a crash on the bloody planks。
Jackson and Oldroyd were like drunken men； unsteady on their feet； glazed of eye and stertorous of breath； Horn blower was just ing out of his insane fit。 He stepped forward to the break of the poop； wiping the sweat out of his eyes while trying to wipe away the red mist that tinged his vision。 Forward by the forecastle were gathered the rest of the Spaniards； a large group of them； as Hornblower came forward； one of them fired a musket at him but the ball went wide。 Down below him the rowers were still swinging rhythmically； forward and back； forward and back； the hairy heads and the naked bodies moving in time to the oars； in time to the voice of the overseer； too； for the latter was still standing on the gangway （the rest of the Spaniards were clustered behind him） calling the time…'Seis； siete； echo。'
'Stop！' bellowed Hornblower。
He walked to the starboard side to be in full view of the starboard side rowers。 He held up his hand and bellowed again。 A hairy face or two was raised； but the oars still swung。
'Uno； doce； tree；' said the overseer。
Jackson appeared at Hornblower's elbow； and levelled a pistol to shoot the nearest rower。
'Oh； belay that！' said Hornblower testily。 He knew he was sick of killings now。 'Find my pistols and reload them。'
He stood at the top of the panion like a man in a dream…in a nightmare。 The galley slaves went on swinging and pulling； his dozen enemies were still clustered at the break of the forecastle thirty yards away； behind him the wounded Spaniards groaned away their lives。 Another appeal to the rowers was as much ignored as the preceding ones。 Oldroyd must have had the clearest head or have recovered himself quickest。
'I'll haul down his colours； sir； shall I？' he said。
Hornblo
