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ter rankled； apparently。 'I thought I could rely on two brother captains。'
'What are you implying； sir？' snapped Hammond。
'I make no implications； but others may read implications into a simple statement of fact。'
'I consider that an offensive remark； sir；' said Harvey； 'addressed to me equally with Captain Hammond。'
'I congratulate you on your perspicacity； sir；' replied Foster。
'I understand；' said Harvey。 'This is not a discussion we can pursue with these men present。 I shall send a friend to wait on you。'
'He will be wele。'
'Then I wish you a very good night； sir。'
'And I； too； sir；' said Hammond。 'Give way there。'
The boat pulled out of the circle of light； leaving an audience open…mouthed at this strange freak of human behaviour； that a man saved first from death and then from captivity should wantonly thrust himself into peril again。 Foster looked after the boat for some seconds before speaking； perhaps he was already regretting his rather hysterical outburst。
'I shall have much to do before morning；' he said； more to himself than to anyone near him； and then addressed himself to the midshipman of the guard boat； 'You； sir； will take charge of these prisoners and convey me to my ship。'
'Aye aye； sir。'
'Is there anyone here who can speak their lingo？ I would have it explained to them that I shall send them back to Cartagena under cartel； free without exchange。 They saved our lives； and that is the least we can do in return。' The final explanatory sentence was addressed to Hornblower。
'I think that is just； sir。'
'And you； my fire…breathing friend。 May I offer you my thanks？ You did well。 Should I live beyond to…morrow； I shall see that authority is informed of your actions。'
'Thank you； sir。' A question trembled on Hornblower's lips。 It called for a little resolution to thrust it out； 'And my examination； sir？ My certificate？'
Foster shook his head。 'That particular examining board will never reassemble； I fancy。 You must wait your opportunity to go before another one。'
'Aye aye； sir；' said Hornblower； with despondency apparent in his tone。
'Now lookee here； Mr Hornblower；' said Foster； turning upon him。 'To the best of my recollection； you were flat aback； about to lose your spars and with Dover cliffs under your lee。 In one more minute you would have been failed…it was the warning gun that saved you。 Is not that so？'
'I suppose it is； sir。'
'Then be thankful for small mercies。 And even more thankful for big ones。'
CHAPTER NINE … NOAH'S ARK
Acting…Lieutenant Hornblower sat in the sternsheets of the longboat beside Mr Tapling of the diplomatic service； with his feet among bags of gold。 About him rose the steep shores of the Gulf of Oran； and ahead of him lay the city； white in the sunshine； like a mass of blocks of marble dumped by a careless hand upon the hillsides where they rose from the water。 The oar blades； as the boat's crew pulled away rhythmically over the gentle swell； were biting into the clearest emerald green； and it was only a moment since they had left behind the bluest the Mediterranean could show。
'A pretty sight from here；' said Tapling； gazing at the town they were approaching； 'but closer inspection will show that the eye is deceived。 And as for the nose！ The stinks of the true believers have to be smelt to be believed。 Lay her alongside the jetty there； Mr Hornblower； beyond those xebecs。'
'Aye aye； sir；' said the coxswain； when Hornblower gave the order。
'There's a sentry on the waterfront battery here；' mented Tapling； looking about him keenly； 'not more than half asleep； either。 And notice the two guns in the two castles。 Thirty…two pounders； without a doubt。 Stone shot piled in readiness。 A stone shot flying into fragments on impact effects damage out of proportion to its size。 And the walls seem sound enough。 To seize Oran by a coup de main would not be easy； I am afraid。 If His Nibs the Bey should choose to cut our throats and keep our gold it would be long before we were avenged； Mr Hornblower。'
'I don't think I should find any satisfaction in being avenged in any case； sir；' said Hornblower。
'There's some truth in that。 But doubtless His Nibs will spare us this time。 The goose lays golden eggs…a boatload of gold every month must make a dazzling prospect for a pirate Bey in these days of convoys。'
'Way 'nough；' called the coxswain。 'Oars！'
The longboat came gliding alongside the jetty and hooked on neatly。 A few seated figures in the shade turned eyes at least； and in some cases even their heads as well； to look at the British boat's crew。 A number of swarthy Moors appeared on the decks of the xebecs and gazed down at them； and one or two shouted remarks to them。
'No doubt they are describing the ancestry of the infidels；' said Tapling。 'Sticks and stones may break my bones； but names can never hurt me； especially when I do not understand them。 Where's our man？'
He shaded his eyes to look along the waterfront。
'No one in sight； sir； that looks like a Christian；' said Hornblower。
'Our man's no Christian；' said Tapling。 'White； but no Christian。 White by courtesy at that…French…Arab…Levantine mixture。 His Britannic Majesty's Consul at Oran pro tem。； and a Mussulman from expediency。 Though there are very serious disadvantages about being a true believer。 Who would want four wives at any time； especially when he pays for the doubtful privilege by abstaining from wine？'
Tapling stepped up onto the jetty and Hornblower followed him。 The gentle swell that rolled up the Gulf broke soothingly below them； and the blinding heat of the noonday sun was reflected up into their faces from the stone blocks on which they stood。 Far down the Gulf lay the two anchored ships…the storeship and H。M。S。 Indefatigable…lovely on the blue and silver surface。
'And yet I would rather see Drury Lane on a Saturday night；' said Tapling。
He turned back to look at the city wall； which guarded the place from seaborne attack。 A narrow gate； flanked by bastions； opened onto the waterfront。 Sentries in red caftans were visible on the summit。 In the deep shadow of the gate something was moving； but it was hard with eyes dazzled by the sun to see what it was。 Then it emerged from the shadow as a little group ing towards them…a half…naked Negro leading a donkey； and on the back of the donkey； seated side ways far back towards the root of the tail； a vast figure in a blue robe。
'Shall we meet His Britannic Majesty's Consul halfway？' asked Tapling。 'No。 Let him e to us。'
The Negro halted the donkey； and the man on the donkey's back slid to the ground and came towards them…a mountainous man； waddling straddle…legged in his robe； his huge clay…coloured face topped by a white turban。 A scanty black moustache and beard sprouted from his lip and chin。
'Your servant； Mr Duras；' said Tapling。 'And may I present Acting…Lieutenant Horatio Hornblower； of the frigate Indefatigable？'
Mr Duras nodded his perspiring head。
'Have you brought the money？' he asked； in guttural French； it took Hornblower a moment or two to adjust his mind to the language and his ear to Duras' intonation。
'Seven thousand golden guineas；' replied Tapling； in reasonably good French。
'Good；' said Duras； with a trace of relief。 'Is it in the boat？'
'It is in the boat； and it stays in the boat at present；' answered Tapling。 'Do you remember the conditions agreed upon？ Four hundred fat cattle； fifteen hundred fanegas of barley grain。 When I see those in the lighters； and the lighters alongside the ships down the bay； then I hand over the money。 Have you the stores ready？'
'Soon。'
'As I expected。 How long？'
'Soon…very soon。'
Tapling made a grimace of resignation。
'Then we shall return to the ships。 To…morrow； perhaps； or the day after； we shall e back with the gold。'
Alarm appeared on Duras' sweating face。
'No； do not do that；' he said； hastily。 'You do not know His Highness the Bey。 He is changeable。 If he knows the gold is here he will give orders for the cattle to be brought。 Take the gold away； and he will not stir。 And…and…he will be angry with me。'
'Ira principis mors est。' said Tapling； and in response to Duras' blank look obliged by a translation。 'The wrath of the prince means death。 Is not that so？'
'Yes；' said Duras； and he in turn said something in an unknown language； and stabbed at the air with his fingers in a peculiar gesture； and then translated； 'May it not happen。'
'Certainly we hope it may not happen；' agreed Tapling with disarming cordiality。 'The bowstring； the hook； even the bastinado are all unpleasant。 It might be better if you went to the Bey and prevailed upon him to give the necessary orders for the grain and the cattle。 Or we shall leave at nightfall。'
Tapling glanced up at the sun to lay stress on the time limit。
'I shall go；' said Duras； spreading his hands in a deprecatory gesture。 'I shall go。 But I beg of you； do not depart。 Perhaps His Highness is busy in his harem。 Then no one may disturb him。 But I shall try。 The grain is here ready…it lies in the Kasbah there。 It is only the cattle that have to be brought in。 Please be patient。 I implore you。 His Highness is not accustomed to
