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〃I hope I shall last out；〃 said Hornblower； he tried to grin a brave reluctant grin； and although he was no actor Barbara's wits were sufficiently dulled not to see through him。 Hornblower's conscience pricked him when he saw that this stolid mock…heroism of his was making her fonder of him than ever。 Her eyes were soft for him。
〃Stand by to go about！〃 bellowed the captain of the lugger； and Hornblower looked up in surprise to see that they were close up under the stern of the Nonsuch。 She had some canvas showing forward and her mizzen…topsail backed so as to set her across the wind a trifle and give the lugger a lee on her starboard side。 Hornblower flung back his boat cloak and stood clear so that he could be seen from the quarter…deck of the Nonsuch； for Bush's sake； if for no other reason； he did not want to e on board without due warning。 Then he turned to Barbara。
〃It's time to say good…bye； dear；〃 he said。
Her face was without expression； like that of a marine under inspection。
〃Good…bye； dearest！〃 she said。 Her lips were cold； and she did not incline towards him to offer them； but stood stiffly upright。 It was like kissing a marble statue。 Then she melted suddenly。 〃I'll cherish Richard； darling。 Our child。〃
Barbara could have said nothing to endear her more to Hornblower。 He crushed her hands in his。
The lugger came up into the wind； her canvas volleying； and then she shot into the two…decker's lee。 Hornblower glanced up； there was a bos'un's chair dangling ready to lower to the lugger。
〃Belay that chair！〃 he yelled； and then to the captain； 〃Lay us alongside。〃
Hornblower had no intention of being swung up to the deck in a bos'un's chair； it was too undignified a way of taking up his new mand to be swung aboard legs dangling。 The lugger surged beside the big ship； the painted ports were level with his shoulder； and beneath him boiled the green water confined between the two vessels。 This was a nervous moment。 If he were to miss his footing and fall into the sea so that he would have to be hauled in wet and dripping it would be far more undignified than any entrance in a bos'un's chair。 He let fall his cloak； pulled his hat firmly on to his head； and hitched his sword round out of his way。 Then he leaped across the yard…wide gap； scrambling upwards the moment fingers and toes made contact。 It was only the first three feet which were difficult； after that the tumble…home of the Nonsuch's side made it easy。 He was even able to pause to collect himself before making the final ascent to the entry…port and to step down to the deck with all the dignity to be expected of a modore。
Professionally speaking； this was the highest moment of his career up to now。 As a captain he had grown accustomed to a captain's honours； the bos'un's mates twittering on their pipes； the four side…boys and the marine sentries。 But now he was a modore taking up his mand； there were six side…boys with their white gloves； there was the whole marine guard and the marine band； a long double lane of bos'un's mates with their pipes； and at the end of the lane a crowd of officers in full dress。 As he set his foot on the deck the drums beat a ruffle in petition with the bos'un's calls； and then the fifes of the band struck up 'Heart of oak are our ships； Jolly tars are our men …' With his hand at the salute Hornblower strode up the lane of bos'un's mates and side…boys； all this was peculiarly exhilarating despite his efforts to tell himself that these outward signs of the dignity of his position were mere childish baubles。 He had to check himself； or his face would have borne a stupid ecstatic grin； it was with difficulty that he forced himself to assume the stern posure a modore should display。 There was Bush at the end of the lane； saluting stiffly； and standing effortlessly despite his wooden leg； and it was so pleasant to see Bush that he had to fight down his grin all over again。
〃Good morning； Captain Bush；〃 he said； as gruffly as he knew how； and offering his hand with all he could manage of formal cordiality。
〃Good morning； sir。〃
Bush brought down his hand from the salute and grasped Hornblower's； trying hard to act his part； as if there was no friendship in this handshake but mere professional esteem。 Hornblower noted that his hand was as hard as ever … promotion to captain's rank had not softened it。 And try as he would Bush could not keep his face expressionless。 The blue eyes were alight with pleasure； and the craggy features kept softening into a smile as they escaped from his control。 It made it harder than ever for Hornblower to remain dignified。
Out of the tail of his eye Hornblower saw a seaman hauling briskly at the main signal halyards。 A black ball was soaring up the mast； and as it reached the block a twitch of the seaman's wrist broke it out。 It was the modore's broad pendant； hoisted to distinguish the ship he was in； and as the pendant broke out a puff of smoke forward and a loud bang marked the first gun of the salute which weled it。 This was the highest； the greatest moment of all … thousands upon thousands of naval officers could serve all their lives and never have a distinguishing pendant hoisted for them； never hear a single gun fired in their honour。 Hornblower could not help smiling now。 His last reserve was broken down； he met Bush's eye and he laughed outright； and Bush laughed with him。 They were like a pair of schoolboys exulting over a successful bit of mischief。 It was extraordinarily pleasant to be aware that Bush was not only pleased at serving with him again； but was also pleased just because Hornblower was pleased。
Bush glanced over the port…side rail； and Hornblower looked across with him。 There was the rest of the squadron； the two ugly bomb…ketches； the two big ship…rigged sloops； and the graceful little cutter。 There were puffs of smoke showing at the sides of each of them； blown to nothingness almost instantly by the wind； and then the boom of the shots as each ship saluted the pendant； firing gun for gun； taking the time from the modore。 Bush's eyes narrowed as he looked them over； observing whether everything was being done decently and in order； but his face lapsed into a grin again as soon as he was sure。 The last shot of the salute was fired； eleven rounds from each ship。 It was interesting to work out that the mere ceremony of hoisting his pendant had cost his country fifty pounds or so； at a time when she was fighting for her life against a tyrant who dominated all Europe。 The twitter of the pipes brought the ceremony to an end； the ship's pany took up their duties again； and the marines sloped arms and marched off； their boots sounding loud on the deck。
〃A happy moment； Bush；〃 said Hornblower。
〃A happy moment indeed； sir。〃
There were presentations to be made； Bush brought forward the ship's officers one by one。 At this first sight one face was like another； but Hornblower knew that in a short period of crowded living each individual would bee distinct； his peculiarities known to the limit of boredom。
〃We shall e to know each other better； I hope； gentlemen；〃 said Hornblower； phrasing his thought politely。
A whip at the main yard…arm was bringing up his baggage from the lugger； with Brown standing by to supervise … he must have e on board by an unobtrusive route； through a gun…port presumably。 So the lugger and Barbara must still be alongside。 Hornblower walked to the rail and peered over。 True enough。 And Barbara was standing just as he had left her； still； like a statue。 But that must have been the last parcel swung up by the ship； Hornblower had hardly reached the side when the lugger cast off from the Nonsuch's chains； hoisted her big mainsail and wheeled away as effortlessly as a gull。
〃Captain Bush；〃 said Hornblower； 〃we shall get under way immediately； if you please。 Make a signal to the flotilla to that effect。〃
CHAPTER FIVE
〃I'll put the pistols in this locker； sir；〃 said Brown； pleting the unpacking。
〃Pistols？〃 said Hornblower。
Brown brought the case over to him； he had only mentioned them because he knew that Hornblower was not aware of the pistols' existence。 It was a beautiful mahogany case； velvet…lined； the first thing to catch the eye inside was a white card。 It bore some words in Barbara's handwriting … 'To my dear husband。 May he never need to use them； but if he must then may they serve him well； and at least may they remind him of his loving wife； who will pray every day for his safety； for his happiness； and for his success。' Hornblower read the words twice before he put the card down to examine the pistols。 They were beautiful weapons； of bright steel inlaid with silver； double…barrelled； the butts of ebony； giving them perfect balance in the hand。 There were two copper tubes in the case to open next； they merely contained pistol bullets； each one cast flawlessly； a perfect sphere。 The fact that the makers had gone to the trouble of casting special bullets and including them in the case recalled Hornblower's attention to the pistols。 Inside the barrels were bright spiral lanes； they were rifled pistols； then。 The next copper box in the case contained a number of discs of thin leather impregnated with oil； these would be for wrapping up the bullet before inserting it into the barrel； so as to ensure a perfect fit。 The brass rod and the little brass mallet would be for hammering the bullets home。 The little brass cup must be a measure of the powder charge。 It was small； but that was the way to ensure accuracy … a small powder charge； a heavy ball； and a true barrel。 With these pistols he could rely on himself to hit a small bull's…eye at fifty yards； as long as he held true。
But there was one more copper box to open。 It was full of little square bits of copper sheet； very thin indeed。 He was puzzled at the sight of them； each bit of copper had a bulge in the centre； where the metal was especially thin； making the black contents just visible through it。 It dawned slowly upon Hornblower that these must be the percussion caps he had heard vaguely about recently。 To prove it he laid one on his desk and tapped it sharply with the brass mallet。 There was a sharp crack； a puff of smoke from under the mallet； and when he lifted up the latter he could see that the cap was rent open； and the desk was marked with the stain of the explosion。
He looked at the pistols again。 He must have been blind； not to have noticed the absence of flint and priming pan。 The hammer rested on what appeared at first sight to be a simple block of metal； but this pivoted at a touch； revealing a shallow cavity below it clearly intended to receive a cap。 At the base of the cavity was a small hole which must municate with the breech end of the barrel。 Put a charge in the pistol； put a cap in the cavity； and fix it firm with the metal block。 Now snap the hammer down upon the block。 The cap explodes； the flame passes through the hole into the charge and the pistol is fired。 No haphazard arrangement of flint and priming： rain or spray could never put these pistols out of action。 Hornblower guessed there would not be a misfire once in a hundred shots。 It was a wonderful present … it was very thoughtful indeed of Barbara to buy them for him； Heaven only knew what they must have cost； some skilled workman must have laboured for months over the rifling of those four barrels； and the copper caps … five hundred of them； every one hand…made … must have cost a pretty penny of themselves。 But with those two pistols loaded he would have four men's lives in his hands； on a fine day with two flint…lock double…barrelled pistols he would expect one misfire； if not two； and if it were raining or there was spray flying it would be remarkable if he could fire a single shot。 To Hornblower's mind the rifling was not as important as the percussion caps； in the usual ship…board scuffle when pistols were likely to be used accuracy was not important； for one generally pressed the muzzle against one's adversary's stomach before pulling the trigger。
Hornblower laid the pistols in their velvet nests and mused on。 Dear Barbara。 She was always thinking for him； trying to anticipate his wants； but something more than that as well。 These pistols were an example of the way she tried to