CHAPTER XI
THE FRIGATE "LAOCOON"
By this time the other smugglers had become alarmed. The longboat gun,
which worked on a slide abaft all, was cleared, and the two little
cohorns, or hand-swivel guns, which pointed over the sides, were
trained and loaded. A man swarmed up the mainmast to look around.
"The cutter's bearing up to close," he called out. "I see she's the
Salcombe boat."
"That shows they have information," said Marah grimly, "otherwise
they'd not be looking for us here. Some one had been talking to his
wife." He hailed the masthead again. "Have the frigates seen us yet?"
For answer, the man took a hurried glance to windward, turned visibly
white to the lips, and slid down a rope to the deck. "Bearing down
fast, under stunsails," he reported. "The cutter's signalled them with
her topsail. There's three frigates coming down," he added.
"Right," said Marah. "I'll go up and see for myself."
He went up, and came down again looking very ugly. He evidently
thought that he was in a hole. "As she goes," he called to the
helmsman, "get all you can on the sheets, boys. Now Jim, you're up a
tree; you're within an hour of being pressed into the Navy. How'd ye
like to be a ship's boy, hey, and get tickled up by a bo'sun's
rope-end?"
"I shouldn't like it at all," I answered.
"You'll like it a jolly sight less than that," said he, "and it's what
you'll probably be. We're ten miles from home. The cutter's in the
road. The frigates will be on us in half-an-hour. It will be a mighty
close call, my son; we shall have to fight to get clear."
At that instant of time something went overhead with a curious
whanging whine.
"That's a three-pound ball," said Marah, pointing to a spurt upon a
wave. "The cutter wants us to stop and have breakfast with 'em."
"Whang," went another shot, flying far overhead. "Fire away," said
Marah. "You're more than a mile away; you will not hit us at that
range."
He shifted his course a little, edging more towards the shore, so as
to cut transversely across the cutter's bows. We ran for twenty
minutes in the course of the frigates; by that time the cutter was
within half a mile and the frigates within three miles of us. All the
cutter's guns were peppering at us; a shot or two went through our
sails, one shot knocked a splinter from our fiferail.
"They shoot a treat, don't they?" said Marah. "Another minute and they
will be knocking away a spar."
Just as he spoke, there came another shot from the cutter; something
aloft went "crack"; a rope unreeved from its pulley and rattled on to
the deck; the mizen came down in a heap: the halliards had been cut
clean through. The men leaped to repair the damage; it took but a
minute or two, but we had lost way; the next shot took us square
amidships and tore off a yard of our lee side.
"We must give them one in return," he said. "Aft to the gun, boys."
The men trained the long gun on the cutter. "Oh, Marah," I said,
"don't fire on Englishmen."
"Who began the firing?" he answered. "I'm going to knock away some of
their sails. Stand clear of the breech," he shouted, as he pulled the
trigger-spring. The gun roared and recoiled; a hole appeared as if by
magic in the swelling square foresail of the cutter. "Load with
bar-shot and chain," said Marah. "Another like that and we shall rip
the whole sail off. Mind your eye. There goes her gun again."
This time the shot struck the sea beside us, sending a spout of water
over our rail. Again Marah pulled his trigger-spring, the gun fell
over on its side, and the cutter's mast seemed to collapse into itself
as though it were wrapping itself up in its own canvas. A huge loose
clue of sail--the foresail's starboard leach--flew up into the air;
the boom swung after it; the gaff toppled over from above; we saw the
topmast dive like a lunging rapier into the sea. We had torn the
foresail in two, and the shot passing on had smashed the foremast just
below the cap. All her sails lay in a confused heap just forward of
the mast.
"That's done her," said one of the smugglers. "She can't even use her
gun now."
"Hooray!" cried another. "We're the boys for a lark."
"Are you?" said Marah. "We got the frigates to clear yet, my
son. They'll be in range in two minutes or less. Look at them."
Tearing after us, in chase, under all sail, came the frigates. Their
bows were burrowing into white heaps of foam; we could see the red
port-lids and the shining gun-muzzles; we could see the scarlet coats
of the marines, and the glint of brass on the poops. A flame spurted
from the bows of the leader. She was firing a shot over us to bid us
heave to. The smugglers looked at each other; they felt that the game
was up. Bang! Another shot splashed into the sea beside us, and
bounded on from wave to wave, sending up huge splashes at each
bound. A third shot came from the second frigate, but this also
missed. Marah was leaning over our lee rail, looking at the coast of
France, still several miles away. "White water," he cried suddenly.
"Here's the Green Stones. We shall do them yet."
I could see no green stones, but a quarter of a mile away, on our
port-hand, the sea was all a cream of foam above reefs and sands just
covered by the tide. If they were to help us, it was none too soon,
for by this time the leading frigate was only a hundred yards from
us. Her vast masts towered over us. I could look into her open bow
ports; I could see the men at the bow guns waiting for the word to
fire. I have often seen ships since then, but I never saw any ship so
splendid and so terrible as that one. She was the _Laocoon_, and
her figurehead was twined with serpents. The line of her ports was of
a dull yellow colour, and as all her ports were open, the port-lids
made scarlet marks all along it. Her great lower studdingsail swept
out from her side for all the world like a butterfly-net, raking the
top of the sea for us. An officer stood on the forecastle with a
speaking-trumpet in his hand.
"Stand by!" cried Marah. "They're going to hail us."
"Ahoy, the lugger there!" yelled the officer. "Heave to at once or I
sink you. Heave to."
"Answer him in French," said Marah to one of the men.
A man made some answer in French; I think he said he didn't
understand. The officer told a marine to fire at us. The bullet
whipped through the mizen. "Bang" went one of the main-deck guns just
over our heads. We felt a rush and shock, and our mizen mast and sail
went over the side.
Marah stood up and raised his hand. "We surrender, sir!" he shouted;
"we surrender! Down helm, boys."
We swung round on our keel, and came to the wind. We saw the officer
nod approval and speak a word to the sailing-master, and then the
great ship lashed past us, a mighty, straining, heaving fabric of
beauty, whose lower studding-sails were wet half-way to their irons.
"Now for it!" said Marah. He hauled his wind, and the lugger shot off
towards the broken water. "If we get among those shoals," he said,
"we're safe as houses. The frigate's done. She's going at such a pace
they will never stop her. Not till she's gone a mile. Not without they
rip the masts out of her. That officer ought to have known that
trick. That will be a lesson to you, Mr Jim. If ever you're in a
little ship, and you get chased by a big ship, you keep on till she's
right on top of you, and then luff hard all you know, and the chances
are you'll get a mile start before they come round to go after you."
We had, in fact, doubled like a hare, and the frigate, like a
greyhound, had torn on ahead, unable to turn. We saw her lower
stunsail boom carry away as they took in the sail, and we could see
her seamen running to their quarters ready to brace the yards and
bring the ship to her new course. The lugger soon gathered way and
tore on, but it was now blowing very fresh indeed, and the sea before
us was one lashing smother of breakers. Marah seemed to think nothing
of that; he was watching the frigates. One, a slower sailer than the
other, was sailing back to the fleet; the second had hove to about a
mile away, with her longboat lowered to pursue us. The boat was just
clear of her shadow; crowding all sail in order to get to us. The
third ship, the ship which we had tricked, was hauling to the wind,
with her light canvas clued up for furling. In a few moments she was
braced up and standing towards us, but distant about a mile.
Suddenly both frigates opened fire, and the great cannon-balls ripped
up the sea all round us.
"They'll sink us, sure," said one of the smugglers with a grin.
The men all laughed, and I laughed too; we were all so very much
interested in what was going to happen. The guns fired steadily one
after the other in a long rolling roar. The men laughed at each shot.
"They couldn't hit the sea," they said derisively. "The navy gunners
are no use at all."
"No," said Marah, "they're not. But if they keep their course another
half-minute they'll be on the sunk reef, and a lot of 'em'll be
drowned. I wonder will the old _Laocoon_ take a hint."
"Give 'em the pennant," said Gateo.
"Ay, give it 'em," said half-a-dozen others. "Don't let 'em wreck."
Marah opened the flag-locker, and took out a blue pennant (it had a
white ball in the middle of it), which he hoisted to his main
truck. "Let her go off," he cried to the helmsman.
For just a moment we lay broadside on to the frigate, a fair target
for her guns, so that she could see the pennant blowing out clear.
"You see, Jim?" asked Marah. "That pennant means 'You are standing in
to danger.' Now we will luff again."
"I don't think they saw it, guv'nor," said one of the sailors as
another shot flew over us. "They'll have to send below to get their
glasses, those blind navy jokers."
"Off," said Marah, quickly; and again we lay broadside on, tumbling in
the swell, shipping heavy sprays.
This time they saw it, for the _Laocoon's_ helm was put down, her
great sails shivered and threshed, and she stood off on the other
tack. As she stood away we saw an officer leap on to the taffrail,
holding on by the mizen backstays. "Tar my wig," said Marah, "if he
isn't bowing to us!"
Sure enough the officer took off his hat to us and bowed gracefully.
"Polite young man," said Marah. "We will give them the other pennant."
Another flag, a red pennant, was hoisted in place of the
blue. "Wishing you a pleasant voyage," said Marah. "Now luff, my
sons. That longboat will be on to us."
Indeed, the longboat had crept to within six hundred yards of us; it
was time we were moving, though the guns were no longer firing on us
from the ships.
"Mind your helm, boys," said Marah as he went forward to the
bows. "I've got to con you through a lot of bad rocks. You'll have to
steer small or die."
