csf.mrmidshipmanhornblower-第8部分
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'Aye aye； sir；' said Hornblower。
The cutter surged alongside the brig； white water creaming between the two vessels。 The tattooed sailor hastily concluded a bargain with another man on his thwart and pocketed a lump of tobacco…the men were leaving their possessions behind just like Hornblower…and sprang for the mainchains。 Another man followed him； and they stood and waited while Hornblower with difficulty made his way forward along the plunging boat。 He stood； balancing precariously； on the forward thwart。 The main chains of the brig were far lower than the mizzen…chains of the Indefatigable； but this time he had to jump upwards。 One of the seamen steadied him with an arm on his shoulder。
'Wait for it； sir；' he said。 'Get ready。 Now jump； sir。'
Hornblower hurled himself； all arms and legs； like a leaping frog； at the mainchains。 His hands reached the shrouds； but his knee slipped off； and the brig； rolling； lowered him thigh deep into the sea as the shrouds slipped through his hands。 But the waiting seamen grabbed his wrists and hauled him on board； and two more seamen followed him。 He led the way onto the deck。
The first sight to meet his eyes was a man seated on the hatch cover； his head thrown back； holding to his mouth a bottle； the bottom pointing straight up to the sky。 He was one of a large group all sitting round the hatch cover； there were more bottles in evidence； one was passed by one man to another as he looked； and as he approached a roll of the ship brought an empty bottle rolling past his toes to clatter into the scuppers。 Another of the group； with white hair blowing in the wind； rose to wele him； and stood for a moment with waving arms and rolling eyes； bracing himself as though to say something of immense importance and seeking earnestly for the right words to use。
'Goddam English；' was what he finally said； and； having said it； he sat down with a bump on the hatch cover and from a seated position proceeded to lie down and pose himself to sleep with his head on his arms。
'They've made the best of their time； sir； by the Holy；' said the seaman at Hornblower's elbow。
'Wish we were as happy；' said another。
A case still a quarter full of bottles； each elaborately sealed； stood on the deck beside the hatch cover； and the seaman picked out a bottle to look at it curiously。 Hornblower did not need to remember the lieutenant's warning； on his shore excursions with press gangs he had already had experience of the British seaman's tendency to drink。 His boarding party would be as drunk as the Frenchmen in half an hour if he allowed it。 A frightful mental picture of himself drifting in the Bay of Biscay with a disabled ship and a drunken crew rose in his mind and filled him with anxiety。
'Put that down；' he ordered。
The urgency of the situation made his seventeen…year…old voice crack like a fourteen…year…old's； and the seaman hesitated； holding the bottle in his hand。
'Put it down； d'ye hear？' said Hornblower； desperate with worry。 This was his first independent mand； conditions were absolutely novel； and excitement brought out all the passion of his mercurial temperament； while at the same time the more calculating part of his mind told him that if he were not obeyed now he never would be。 His pistol was in his belt； and he put his hand on the butt； and it is conceivable that he would have drawn it and used it （if the priming had not got wet； he said to himself bitterly when he thought about the incident later on）； but the seaman with one more glance at him put the bottle back into the case。 The incident was closed； and it was time for the next step。
'Take these men forrard；' he said； giving the obvious order。 'Throw 'em into the forecastle。'
'Aye aye； sir。'
Most of the Frenchmen could still walk； but three were dragged by their collars； while the British herded the others before them。
'e alongee；' said one of the seamen。 'Thisa waya。'
He evidently believed a Frenchman would understand him better if he spoke like that。 The Frenchman who had greeted their arrival now awakened and suddenly realizing he was being dragged forward； broke away and turned back to Hornblower。
'I officer；' he said； pointing to himself。 'I not go wit' zem。'
'Take him away！' said Hornblower。 In his tense condition he could not stop to debate trifles。
He dragged the case of bottles down to the ship's side and pitched them overboard two at a time…obviously it was wine of some special vintage which the Frenchmen had decided to drink before the English could get their hands on it； but that weighed not at all with Hornblower； for a British seaman could get drunk on vintage claret as easily as upon service rum。 The task was finished before the last of the Frenchmen disappeared into the forecastle； and Hornblower had time to look about him。 The strong breeze blew confusingly round his ears； and the ceaseless thunder of the flapping jib made it hard to think as he looked at the ruin aloft。 Every sail was flat aback； the brig was moving jerkily； gathering sternway for a space before her untended rudder threw her round to spill the wind and bring her up again like a jibbing horse。 His mathematical mind had already had plenty of experience with a well…handled ship； with the delicate adjustment between after sails and headsails。 Here the balance had been disturbed； and Hornblower was at work on the problem of forces acting on plane surfaces when his men came trooping back to him。 One thing at least was certain； and that was that the precariously hanging foretopsail yard would tear itself free to do all sorts of unforeseeable damage if it were tossed about much more。 This ship must be properly hove to； and Hornblower could guess how to set about it； and he formulated the order in his mind just in time to avoid any appearance of hesitation。
'Brace the after yards to larboard；' he said。 'Man the braces； men。'
They obeyed him； while he himself went gingerly to the wheel； he had served a few tricks as helmsman； learning his professional duties under Pellew's orders； but he did not feel happy about it。 The spokes felt foreign to his fingers as he took hold； he spun the wheel experimentally but timidly。 But it was easy。 With the after yards braced round the brig rode more fortably at once； and the spokes told their own story to his sensitive fingers as the ship became a thing of logical construction again。 Hornblower's mind pleted the solution of the problem of the effect of the rudder at the same time as his senses solved it empirically。 The wheel could be safely lashed； he knew； in these conditions； and he slipped the becket over the spoke and stepped away from the wheel； with the Marie Galante riding fortably and taking the seas on her starboard bow。
The seaman took his petence gratifyingly for granted； but Hornblower； looking at the tangle on the foremast； had not the remotest idea of how to deal with the next problem。 He was not even sure about what was wrong。 But the hands under his orders were seamen of vast experience； who must have dealt with similar emergencies a score of times。 The first…indeed the only…thing to do was to delegate his responsibility。
'Who's the oldest seaman among you？' he demanded…his determination not to quaver made him curt。
'Matthews； sir；' said someone at length； indicating with his thumb the pigtailed and tattooed seaman upon whom he had fallen in the cutter。
'Very well； then。 I'll rate you petty officer； Matthews。 Get to work at once and clear that raffle away forrard。 I'll be busy here aft。'
It was a nervous moment for Hornblower； but Matthews put his knuckles to his forehead。
'Aye aye； sir；' he said； quite as a matter of course。
'Get that jib in first； before it flogs itself to pieces；' said Hornblower； greatly emboldened。
'Aye aye； sir。'
'Carry on； then。'
The seaman turned to go forward； and Hornblower walked aft。 He took the telescope from its becket on the poop； and swept the horizon。 There were a few sails in sight； the nearest ones he could recognize as prizes； which； with all sail set that they could carry； were heading for England as fast as they could go。 Far away to windward he could see the Indefatigable's topsails as she clawed after the rest of the convoy…she had already overhauled and captured all the slower and less weatherly vessels； so that each succeeding chase would be longer。 Soon he would be alone on this wide sea； three hundred miles from England。 Three hundred miles…two days with a fair wind； but how long if the wind turned foul？
He replaced the telescope； the men were already hard at work forward； so he went below and looked round the neat cabins of the officers； two single ones for the captain and the mate； presumably； and a double one for the bos'un and the cook or the carpenter。 He found the lazarette； identifying it by the miscellaneous stores within it； the door was swinging to and fro with a bunch of keys dangling。 The French captain； faced with the loss of all he possessed； had not even troubled to lock the door again after taking out the case of wine。 Hornblower locked the door and put the keys in his pocket and felt suddenly lonely…his first experience of the loneliness of the man in mand at sea。 He went on deck
