True Blue Part 7
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Towards noon of next day the officers were seen to have their gla.s.ses more frequently and intently fixed on them; and by degrees, while the main body grew less and less distinct in the blue haze of the tropics, two s.h.i.+ps, with their topmasts down, were perceived standing out in bold relief, and therefore known to be considerably to leeward of the rest, and much nearer the British. The breeze since the morning had been increasing to a fresh and steady gale.
With unbounded satisfaction the seamen saw the signal thrown out from the flags.h.i.+p for a general chase. The gallant _Agamemnon_, now beginning to earn her well-merited renown, with the n.o.ble _Fame_, and other s.h.i.+ps forming Admiral Drake's division, were ahead of the rest of the fleet. Crowding all sail with eager haste, they dashed on to secure their hoped-for prey. They saw the disabled Frenchmen making signals, calling their countrymen to their relief.
It was a period of intense anxiety; for the doubt was whether the Count de Gra.s.se would abandon his s.h.i.+ps to their fate or bear down to their relief, and thus lessen the distance between the enemy and himself.
Eagerly they were watched. There remained no doubt that the English would cut off the two disabled Frenchmen, when gradually the bows of the distant s.h.i.+ps of the enemy were seen to come round, and the Count de Gra.s.se, adopting the n.o.bler course, came bearing down under a press of sail to attempt the rescue of his friends.
"Now, gentlemen, we shall have them!" exclaimed Captain Penrose in a cheerful voice as he walked the quarterdeck with some of his officers.
"Before this time to-morrow we shall have fought an action which will, I trust, be for ever celebrated in the annals of English history."
Down came the Frenchmen in gallant style, faster than they expected; and the more experienced saw, from the scattered positions of the British s.h.i.+ps, that the result of an action at that moment would have been very doubtful. Intense, however, was the disappointment of the greater number, when, towards evening, the leading s.h.i.+ps of the two fleets being not a mile apart, they saw the signal of recall made.
Captain Penrose smiled at the impatience of his officers and men.
"I know Rodney pretty well by this time," he remarked. "He is as eager for the fight as any of us, but he is no less anxious for the victory, and knows that will best be obtained by forming a compact line. See!
what do those signals he is now making mean?"
"To form the line of battle," answered the signal-officer.
"All right, master. Place us as soon as possible in our proper position," said the Captain. "What's that signal now?"
"s.h.i.+ps to work to windward under all sail," was the answer.
It soon became too dark to make out any further signals, so the fleet continued, as last directed, to beat up in the direction of the enemy all night. When dawn broke on the 12th, a French s.h.i.+p of the line was discovered in a disabled condition, towed by a frigate, a considerable distance to leeward of the main body of the French fleet.
Directly a signal could be seen, Admiral Rodney made one for the four leading s.h.i.+ps of the fleet to chase, in order to capture the two Frenchmen. It was the same drama enacted as on the previous day. It would have been a stain on the white lilies of France had the Count de Gra.s.se allowed his two s.h.i.+ps to be captured; and therefore, once more, to the great delight of the British, he bore up with his whole fleet for their protection.
There seemed no longer a possibility of a general action being avoided.
The signal was made, ordering the British s.h.i.+ps to their stations, and a close line ahead was formed on the starboard tack, the enemy being on the larboard. Rear-Admiral Drake, in the _Princessa_, 70 guns, commanded the Blue Division; the van, which was led by the n.o.ble _Marlborough_, followed closely by the _Arrogant_, _Conqueror_, _Fame_, _Russell_, _Norwich_, and other s.h.i.+ps, which, with their brave Captains, were destined to become famous in story.
At half-past seven in the morning, Rear-Admiral Drake's division, which led, got within range of the long-sought-for enemy, and soon from van to rear the British s.h.i.+ps were sending forth their terrific broadsides.
The French replied boldly; and now the two hostile fleets were wrapped in flames and smoke, while round-shot and missiles of all descriptions were pa.s.sing between one and the other. Both appeared to be suffering alike, and many a brave seaman was laid low. The _Fame_ had got early into action, and gallantly taken up her position opposite an opponent worthy of her. Her brave old Captain walked the quarterdeck, calm as usual, watching with eagle eye the progress of the engagement, and waiting for any opportunity to alter to advantage the position of his s.h.i.+p.
It was just such a fight as Paul Pringle and the crew generally had long wished for; and fierce and b.l.o.o.d.y enough it was, too. Of course little Billy was down below, as secure from harm as his friends could make him.
Few of those present had ever been in a hotter or better contested fight. The officers, at all events, knew how much depended on the result--the safety, probably, of all the British possessions in the West Indies. All the seamen thought of was, how they best could thrash the Frenchmen; and they knew that all they had to do was to stick to their guns and blaze away till they were ordered to stop. Towards noon the wind s.h.i.+fted, and enabled the British fleet to fetch to windward of the enemy.
"See what that gallant fellow Gardner is about with the _Duke_,"
observed Captain Penrose to the master, who was near him.
Putting the _Duke's_ helm up, he was standing down under all sail in a bold attempt to break the enemy's line. There was a groan of disappointment given by all who saw him when his maintopmast fell over his side, and, unable to keep his position, he dropped to leeward.
Sir George Rodney in the _Formidable_, however, supported by the _Namur_ and _Canada_, was more successful. Keeping up a terrific fire, he dashed through the French line about three s.h.i.+ps off from the _Ville de Paris_, followed by all those in his rear; then, immediately wearing, he doubled on the enemy again, pouring in on them his cras.h.i.+ng broadsides.
By this bold manoeuvre the French line was broken and thrown into the utmost confusion: their van bore away and endeavoured to reform to leeward; but, too hotly pressed by the British s.h.i.+ps, there seemed little probability of their accomplis.h.i.+ng this.
Still the Frenchmen, though evidently losing the day, fought with the most desperate courage and resolution. For a short time, while still the battle was raging between many s.h.i.+ps, the crew of the _Fame_ ceased firing; for one opponent had sheered off whom they were unable to follow, and another was approaching. Whether the cessation of the roar of the guns made Sam Smatch careless, is uncertain; but just as a ninety-gun s.h.i.+p was bearing down on the gallant _Fame_, who should appear on the quarterdeck but little Billy True Blue! At that moment the Frenchmen let fly a cras.h.i.+ng broadside, speedily returned by the crew of the _Fame_. Round-shot and bullets were flying about like hail, blocks and yards and splinters were rattling down from aloft, and blood and brains and mangled limbs were being scattered here and there.
Unharmed and undaunted, the little fellow stood amid the wild uproar and the havoc and destruction and the scenes of horror taking place on every side.
The Captain at length turned round and saw the child standing near him.
"Oh, go below, boy! go below! You may be hurt, my child!" he exclaimed in a voice of the deepest concern. He turned to young Garland, who was near him, repeating, "Take him below instantly out of harm's way."
Billy had never disobeyed the Captain's commands before; but he struggled violently in the mids.h.i.+pman's arms and cried out, "No, no!
Billy stay on deck and fight French!"
The fine old Captain was raising his hand as a sign that he must be obeyed, when he was seen to stagger. Nat Garland let go the child and ran to catch him; but before he could get up, he had sunk on the deck, just raising himself on one arm; but that slowly gave way, and he lay still on the deck.
Billy True Blue flew up to him with a cry of grief.
"Oh, Captain, Captain, what is the matter?" he exclaimed. Young Garland and those who stood near with deep grief thought that their gallant chief was dead.
"Captain, Captain, do speak--tell Billy what is the matter?" said the child.
At length the old man opened his eyes and smiled as he saw that innocent infantine face looking down upon him.
"Alfred--Edgar," he whispered slowly. "Yes, dears, I know you; but I am going--going to another world of peace and quiet, where we shall all meet. I have had a rough life away from you; but duty, dears, duty kept me from home--always follow duty wherever it leads."
Billy could not make out what the Captain was talking about, and others thought that he was speaking to him. In a little time he came more to himself, and they were about to take him below, but he insisted on being left on deck.
"I am shot through and through," he said. "I will breathe the open air and see how the fight goes as long as I live. But take that little boy below out of danger."
Soon after he had spoken, he again became partly delirious, and Billy shrieked and struggled so violently that the mids.h.i.+pman, who had a fellow-feeling for him, again set him down, and he ran back to his dying friend.
Captain Penrose now cried out for something to drink; but when it was brought, he would take it from no hands but those of Billy. Unconscious or regardless of the danger which surrounded him, the child sat himself down composedly on the deck, and continued to moisten the lips of the old man. Now a loud, true British hurrah ran along the decks of the _Fame_. Another English s.h.i.+p was coming up, and the crew of their opponent, unwilling to encounter the fire of a fresh antagonist, were hauling down her colours. The Captain raised himself up on one arm, and his eye fell on the white flag of France coming down from the masthead of the enemy.
"Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" he feebly exclaimed.
"Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!" shouted Billy in a shrill tone, waving his little hat. Then the fine old seaman fell back, and when they got up to him he had ceased to breathe.
Hitherto Sir Samuel Hood's division had been becalmed, but now getting the breeze, it came up in gallant style to take part in the action.
Still many of the French crews fought on with the most heroic bravery.
The _Glorieux_ especially, commanded by the Vicomte D'Escar, made a most n.o.ble defence. Her masts and bowsprits were shot away by the board, but her colours were not struck till all her consorts were taken or put to flight. Her brave commander fell in the action. Monsieur de Marigny in the _Caesar_ displayed equal bravery. Having sustained the fire of several s.h.i.+ps, he was, when almost a wreck, closely and vigorously attacked by the _Centaur_. His colours, it appeared, were nailed to the mast; and though his men were falling thickly around him, and he himself mortally wounded, he would not yield.
At length, several other British s.h.i.+ps coming up, one of the French officers cried out that the s.h.i.+p had surrendered, and at that moment her brave Captain was said to have breathed his last. No sooner did the _Caesar_ surrender than her masts fell over the side. The _Ardent_, which was in the midst of the British fleet, struck to the _Belliqueux_, an English s.h.i.+p with a French name, and the _Hector_, 74, to the _Canada_, 74, commanded by Captain Cornwallis. He, however, left his prize to be taken possession of by the _Alcide_, and made sail after the French Admiral in the _Ville de Paris_, who, with his seconds, was endeavouring to rejoin his scattered and flying s.h.i.+ps.
Boldly the brave Cornwallis approached the huge _Ville de_ _Paris_, and right gallantly opened his fire; and so ably did he hang on her, and cut up her sails and rigging, some other s.h.i.+ps coming up to his support, that it was impossible for her to escape. Still the Comte de Gra.s.se, although his fine s.h.i.+p was almost cut to pieces and mult.i.tudes of her crew killed, seemed determined rather to sink than to yield to any s.h.i.+p under that of an Admiral's flag. At length Sir Samuel Hood came up in the _Barfleur_, and poured in a tremendous broadside. Even then the gallant Frenchman held out, firing away from both sides of his s.h.i.+p on his numerous opponents for a quarter of an hour longer; when at length, seeing that all his own s.h.i.+ps had deserted him, and that night was coming on, just as the sun set he hauled down his flag.
The enemy's fleet continued going off before the wind in small detached squadrons and single s.h.i.+ps under all the sail they could crowd, closely pursued by the British s.h.i.+ps, which were consequently much dispersed.
Sir George Rodney, on seeing this, made the signal to bring to, in order to collect his fleet and secure the prizes. The signal was seen from many of the s.h.i.+ps, and obeyed; but Commodore Affleck, in the _Bedford_, with other s.h.i.+ps which were ahead, not observing it, continued the chase, keeping up a hot fire on the flying enemy.
"Well, mates!" exclaimed Paul Pringle, as that evening, with little Billy on his knee, he sat at the mess-table between the guns which had been so well served, and had served their country so well, "we've had a great loss, for we have lost as brave a captain, and as true a man, as ever stepped aboard of a man-of-war; yet, mates, he died as he would have wished, in the hour of victory; and then, just think on't, we've had as glorious a day as I'd ever wish to see. Maybe few of us will ever live to see another such. But, mates, there's another thing we have to be grateful for--that is, that our little Billy here has escaped the Frenchmen's shot. What should we have done if he had been killed?
It would have broken my heart, I know."
"Grappled with the first Frenchman we could have met, and blown her and ourselves up together--that's what I'd have been inclined to do!" cried Tom Snell, who was generally an advocate for desperate measures. "But how was it the little fellow got away from Sam? How was it, Billy?"
"I ran up, and leave Sam down dere," answered Billy.
"Has anybody seen Sam since then?" asked Abel Bush.
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