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had already laid a steering oar in the notch in the stern； with no attempt at shipping rudder and tiller。 As he braced himself to steer he glanced at Hornblower； who tacitly left the job to him。
Hornblower； bent against the wind； was standing in the sternsheets planning a route through the rocks which would lead them to the wreck。 The shore and the friendly beach were gone now； incredibly far away； and the boat was struggling out through a welter of water with the wind howling round her。 In those jumbled waves her motion was senseless and she lurched in every direction successively。 It was well that the boatmen were used to rowing in broken water so that their oars kept the boat under way； giving the captain the means by which； tugging fiercely at the steering oar； he could guide her through that maniacal confusion。 Hornblower； planning his course； was able to guide the captain by his gestures； so that the captain could devote all the necessary attention to keeping the boat from being suddenly capsized by an unexpected wave。 The wind howled； and the boat heaved and pitched as she met each lumpy wave； but yard by yard they were struggling up to the wreck。 If there was any order in the waves at all； they were swinging round the outer end of the Devil's Teeth； so that the boat had to be carefully steered； turning to meet the waves with her bows and then turning back to gain precarious yards against the wind。 Hornblower spared a glance for the men at the oars； at every second they were exerting their utmost strength。 There could never be a moment's respite…tug and strain； tug and strain； until Hornblower wondered how human hearts and sinews could endure it。
But they were edging up towards the wreck。 Hornblower； when the wind and spray allowed； could see the whole extent of her canted deck now。 He could see human figures cowering under the break of the poop。 He saw somebody there wave an arm to him。 Next moment his attention was called away when a jagged monster suddenly leaped out of the sea twenty yards ahead。 For a second he could not imagine what it was； and then it leaped clear again and he recognized it…the butt end of a broken mast。 The mast was still anchored to the ship by a single surviving shroud attached to the upper end of the mast and to the ship； and the mast； drifting down to leeward； was jerking and leaping on the waves as though some sea god below the surface was threatening them with his wrath。 Hornblower called the steersman's attention to the menace and received a nod in return； the steersman's shouted 'Nombre de Dios' was whirled away in the wind。 They kept clear of the mast； and as they pulled up along it Hornblower could form a clearer notion of the speed of their progress now that he had a stationary object to help his judgement。 He could see the painful inches gained at each frantic tug on the oars； and could see how the boat stopped dead or even went astern when the wilder gusts hit her； the oar blades pulling ineffectively through the water。 Every inch of gain was only won at the cost of an infinity of labour。
Now they were past the mast； close to the submerged bows of the ship； and close enough to the Devil's Teeth to be deluged with spray as each wave burst on the farther side of the reef。 There were inches of water washing back and forth in the bottom of the boat； but there was neither time nor opportunity to bale it out。 This was the trickiest part of the whole effort； to get close enough alongside the wreck to be able to take off the survivors without stoving in the boat； there were wicked fangs of rock all about the after end of the wreck； while forward； although the forecastle was above the surface at times the forward part of the waist was submerged。 But the ship was canted a little over to port； towards them； which made the approach easier。 When the water was at its lowest level； immediately before the next roller broke on the reef； Hornblower； standing up and craning his neck； could see no rocks beside the wreck in the middle part of the waist where the deck came down to water level。 It was easy to direct the steersman towards that particular point； and then； as the boat moved in； to wave his arms and demand the attention of the little group under the break of the poop； and to point to the spot to which they were approaching。 A wave burst upon the reef； broken over the stern of the wreck； and filled the boat almost full。 She swung back and forth in the eddies； but the kegs kept her afloat and quick handling of the steering oar and lusty rowing kept her from being dashed against either the wreck or the rocks。
'Now！' shouted Hornblower…it did not matter that he spoke English at this decisive moment。 The boat surged forward； while the survivors； releasing themselves from the lashings which had held them in their shelter； came slithering down the deck towards them。 It was a little of a shock to see there were but four of them…twenty or thirty men must have been swept overboard when the ship hit the reef。 The bows of the boat moved towards the wreck。 At a shouted order from the steersman the oars fell still。 One survivor braced himself and flung himself into the bows。 A stroke of the oars； a tug at the steering oar； and the boat nosed forward again； and another survivor plunged into the boat。 Then Hornblower； who had been watching the sea； saw the next breaker rear up over the reef。 At his warning shout the boat backed away to safety…parative safety…while the remaining survivors went scrambling back up the deck to the shelter of the poop。 The wave burst and roared； the foam hissed and the spray rattled； and then they crept up to the wreck again。 The third survivor poised himself for his leap； mistimed it； and fell into the sea； and no one ever saw him again。 He was gone； sunk like a stone； crippled as he was with cold and exhaustion； but there was no time to spare for lamentation。 The fourth survivor was waiting his chance and jumped at once； landing safely in the bows。
'Any more？' shouted Hornblower； and receiving a shake of the head in reply； they had saved three lives at the risk of eight。
'Let us go；' said Hornblower； but the steersman needed no telling。
Already he had allowed the wind to drift the boat away from the wreck； away from the rocks…away from the shore。 An occasional strong pull at the oars sufficed to keep her bows to wind and wave。 Hornblower looked down at the fainting survivors lying in the bottom of the boat with the water washing over them。 He bent down and shook them into consciousness； he picked up the balers and forced them into their numb hands。 They must keep active or die。 It was astounding to find darkness closing about them； and it was urgent that they should decide on their next move immediately。 The men at the oars were in no shape for any prolonged further rowing； if they tried to return to the sandy cove whence they had started they might be overtaken both by night and by exhaustion while still among the treacherous rocks off the shore there。 Hornblower sat down beside the Galician captain； who laconically gave his views while vigilantly observing the waves racing down upon them。
'It's growing dark；' said the captain； glancing round the sky。 'Rocks。 The men are tired。'
'We had better not go back；' said Hornblower。
'No。'
'Then we must get out to sea。'
Years of duty on blockade； of beating about off a lee shore； had ingrained into Hornblower the necessity for seeking searoom。
'Yes；' said the captain； and he added something which Hornblower； thanks to the wind and his unfamiliarity with the language； was unable to catch。 The captain roared the expression again； and acpanied his words with a vivid bit of pantomime with the one hand he could spare from the steering oar。
'A sea anchor；' decided Hornblower to himself。 'Quite right。'
He looked back at the vanishing shore； and gauged the direction of the wind。 It seemed to be backing a little southerly； the coast here trended away from them。 They could ride to a sea anchor through the hours of darkness and run no risk of being cast ashore as long as these conditions persisted。
'Good；' said Hornblower aloud。
He imitated the other's bit of pantomime and the captain gave him a glance of approval。 At a bellow from him the two men forward took in their oars and set to work at constructing a sea anchor…merely a pair of oars attached to a long painter paid out over the bows。 With this gale blowing the pressure of the wind on the boat set up enough drag on the float to keep their bows to the sea。 Hornblower watched as the sea anchor began to take hold of the water。
'Good；' he said again。
'Good；' said the captain； taking in his steering oar。
Hornblower realized only now that he had been long exposed to a winter gale while wet to the skin。 He was numb with cold； and he was shivering uncontrollably。 At his feet one of the three survivors of the wreck was lying helpless； the other two had succeeded in baling out most of the water and as a result of their exertions were conscious and alert。 The men who had been rowing sat drooping with weariness on their thwarts。 The Galician captain was already down in the bottom of the boat lifting the helpless man in his arms。 It was a mon impulse of them all to huddle down into the bottom of the boat； beneath the thwarts； away from that shrieking wind。
So the night came down on them。 Hornblower found himself weling the contact of other human bodies； he felt an arm round him and he put his arm round someone else。 Around them a little water still surged about on the floorboards； above them the wind still shrieked and howled。 The boat stood first on her head and then on her tail as the waves passed under them； and at the moment of climbing each crest she gave a shuddering jerk as she snubbed herself to the sea anchor。 Every few seconds a new spat of spray whirled into the boat upon their shrinking bodies； it did not seem long before the accumulation of spray in the bottom of the boat made it necessary for them to disentangle themselves； and set about； groping in the darkness； the task of baling the water out again。 Then they could huddle down again under the thwarts。
It was when they pulled themselves together for the third baling that in the middle of his nightmare of cold and exhaustion Hornblower was conscious that the body across which his arm lay was unnaturally stiff； the man the captain had been trying to revive had died as he lay there between the captain and Hornblower。 The captain dragged the body away into the sternsheets in the darkness； and the night went on； cold wind and cold spray； jerk； pitch； and roll； sit up and bale and cower down and shudder。 It was hideous torment； Hornblower could not trust himself to believe his eyes when he saw the first signs that the darkness was lessening。 And then the grey dawn came gradually over the grey sea； and they were free to wonder what to do next。 But as the light increased the problem was solved for them； for one of the fishermen； raising himself up in the boat； gave a hoarse cry； and pointed to the northern horizon； and there； almost hull…up； was a ship； hove…to under storm canvas。 The captain took one glance at her…his eyesight must have been marvellous…and identified her。
'The English frigate；' he said。
She must have made nearly the same amount of leeway hove…to as the boat did riding to her sea anchor。
'Signal to her；' said Hornblower； and no one raised any objections。
The only white object available was Hornblower's shirt； and he took it off； shuddering in the cold； and they tied it to an oar and raised the oar in the maststep。 The captain saw Hornblower putting on his dripping coat over his bare ribs and in a single movement peeled off his thick blue jersey and offered it to him。
'Thank you； no；' protested Hornblower； but the captain insisted； with a wide grin he pointed to the stiffened corpse lying in the sternsheets and announced he would replace the jersey with the dead man's clothing。
The argument was interrupted by a further cry from one of the fishermen。 The frigate was ing to the wind； with treble…reefed fore and maintopsails she was heading for them under the impulse of the lessening gale。 Hornblower saw her running down on them； a glance in the other direction showed him the