1HORNBLOWER was asleep in his cabin in the Nonsuch when the alarm was given. Even while he was asleep—or perhaps it may be granted that he woke occasionally without knowing it—his subconscious mind had been taking note of conditions. At least, when he woke fully, he was already vaguely aware of the changes that had occurred during the night. His sleeping or half-awakened mind had noted the veering of the wind that had swung Nonsuch round to her anchor, and the brief sharp rain squalls that had pelted down on the deck. Certainly he had awakened to the sharp cry of the watch on deck, and had heard the footsteps overhead of the midshipman of the watch running to him with the news. He was fully awake by the time the midshipman pounded on the door and burst in.

2“Rocket from Raven, sir.”

3“Very good,” said Hornblower, swinging his legs out of his cot.

4Brown, the good servant, was already in the cabin—God only knew how he had picked up the warning—with a lighted lantern to hang on the deck beam above, and he had trousers and coat ready for Hornblower to pull over his nightshirt. Hornblower rushed up to the dark quarterdeck, cannoning into another hurrying figure as he did so.

5“Damn your eyes!” said the figure, in Bush’s voice, and then, “I beg your pardon, sir.”

6The ship was alive with the twittering of the pipes as the hands were summoned from their hammocks, and the main deck resounded with the drumming of bare feet. Montgomery, officer of the watch, was at the starboard rail.

7“Raven sent up a rocket, sir, two minutes back. Bearin’ sou’ by east.”

8“Wind’s west by north,” decided Bush, looking down into the tiny light of the binnacle.

9A westerly wind and a dark blustery night; ideal conditions for Macdonald to try and push a force across the river mouth. He had twenty big river barges, into which he could cram five thousand men and a few guns; if he once managed to push a force of that size across the river the Russian position would be hopelessly turned. On the other hand, if he were to lose a force of that size—five thousand men killed or drowned or prisoners—it would be a staggering blow which might well give him pause and so gain time for the Russians. A fortified position, in the final analysis, was only a means of gaining time. Hornblower hoped most passionately that the French flotilla had been allowed to thrust its head well into the noose before Cole in the Raven gave the alarm.

10A shout from the masthead claimed his attention.

11“Gunfire to loo’ard, sir!”

12From the deck they could just see a pinpoint of flame stab the darkness far to the westward, and then another one.

13“That’s too far to the west’ard,” said Hornblower to Bush.

14“I’m afraid it is, sir.”

15At anchor on the very edge of the shoals in that direction was the Raven; it was her light draught that had dictated her position there. Vickery in Lotus guarded the other bank of the river, while Nonsuch perforce still lay anchored in the fairway. All the armed boats of the squadron were rowing guard in the mouth of the river—a navy cutter with a three-pounder could be counted on to deal with a river barge, even if the latter did carry three hundred soldiers. But from the direction of the gunfire it looked as if Cole had given the alarm prematurely. Another gun flashed to leeward; the wind prevented them from hearing the sound of it.

16“Call my barge,” ordered Hornblower. He felt he could not stay here in useless suspense.

17The boat pushed off from the Nonsuch, the men tugging at the oars to move the boat in the teeth of the wind. Brown, in the darkness beside Hornblower, felt his captain’s restlessness and anxiety.

18“Pull, you bastards!” he shouted at the rowers. The boat crawled forward over the tossing water, with Brown standing in the sternsheets with his hand on the tiller.

19“ ’Nother gun, sir. Right ahead,” he reported to Hornblower.

20“Very good.”

21A tedious quarter of an hour followed, while the boat lurched and pitched over the steep little waves, and the hands slaved away at the oars. The wash of the seas overside and the groaning of the oars against the thole-pins made a monotonous accompaniment to Hornblower’s racing thoughts.

22“There’s a whole lot o’ guns firin’ now, sir,” reported Brown.

23“I can see them,” replied Hornblower.

24The darkness was pierced by shot after shot; it was evident that the guard-boats were all clustered round a single victim.

25“There’s Raven, sir. Shall I make for her?”

26“No. Steer for the firing.”

27The dark shape of the sloop was just visible ahead; Brown put his helm over a little to lay the barge on a course that would take her past the sloop at a cable’s length’s distance, heading for the gunfire. They had drawn up abeam of the sloop when there came a flash and a roar from her side, and a shot howled close overhead.

28“Jesus!” said Brown. “Ain’t the fools got eyes in their heads?”

29Presumably the sloop had hailed the passing boat, and, receiving no reply—the hail being carried away by the wind—had incontinently fired. Another shot came from the Raven, and someone in the barge squawked with dismay. It was demoralising to be fired upon by one’s own side.

30“Turn towards her,” ordered Hornblower. “Burn a blue light.”

31At any moment the sloop might fire a full broadside, with every chance of blowing the barge out of the water. Hornblower took the tiller while Brown wrestled, cursing under his breath, with flint and steel and tinder. The hand pulling at the stroke oar said something to try to quicken his movements.

32“Shut your mouth!” snapped Hornblower.

33Everything was in a muddle, and the men knew it. Brown caught a spark on the tinder, jabbed the fuse of the blue light upon it, and then blew the fuse into a glow. A moment later the firework burst into an unearthly glare, lighting up the boat and the water round it, and Hornblower stood up so that his features and his uniform should be visible to the sloop. It was poor revenge to think of the consternation in the Raven when they saw that they had been firing on their own commodore. Hornblower went up the sloop’s side in a state of cold fury. Cole was there to receive him, of course.

34“Well, Mr. Cole?”

35“Sorry I fired on you, sir, but you didn’t answer my hail.”

36“Did it occur to you that with this wind blowing I could not hear you?”

37“Yes, sir. But we know the French are out. The boats fired on them an hour back, and half my crew is away in the boats. Supposing I were boarded by two hundred French soldiers? I couldn’t take chances, sir.”

38It was no use arguing with a man as jumpy and as nervous as Cole evidently was.

39“You sent up the alarm rocket?”

40“Yes, sir. I had to inform you that the barges were at sea.”

41“You did that the first moment you knew?”

42“Yes, sir. Of course, sir.”

43“Did it occur to you that you would alarm the French as well?”

44“I thought that was what you wanted, sir.”

45Hornblower turned away in disgust. The man in his excitement had clean forgotten every order given him.

46“Boat approaching from to wind’ard, sir,” reported someone, his white shirt just visible in the gathering dawn. Cole ran forward excitedly, with Hornblower striding after him, catching up to him as he stood at the knight-heads staring at the boat.

47“Boat ahoy!” yelled Cole through his speaking-trumpet.

48“Aye aye,” came the answering hail down-wind. That was the correct reply for an approaching boat with officers on board. She was a ship’s cutter under a dipping lugsail; as Hornblower watched she took in the sail with considerable clumsiness and came dropping down to the sloop under oars. Level with the bow she turned, clumsily again, and headed in to lie alongside the sloop. Hornblower could see she was crammed with men.

49“Soldiers!” suddenly exclaimed Cole, pointing at the boat with an excited forefinger. “Stand to your guns, men! Sheer off, there!”

50Hornblower could see shakos and cross-belts; it must be just the kind of vision Cole’s imagination had been toying with all through the night. A reassuring English voice came back to them from overside.

51“Avast, there! This is Lotus’ cutter with prisoners.”

52It was Purvis’ voice without a doubt. Hornblower walked to the waist and looked down. There was Purvis in the stern, and British seamen in check shirts at the oars, but every inch of space was filled with soldiers, sitting in attitudes of apprehension or dejection. Right up in the eyes of the boat, round the boat’s gun, four red-coated marines held their muskets at the ready; that was the way Purvis had prepared to deal with any attempt by the prisoners to regain their freedom.

53“Let ’em come up,” said Hornblower.

54They climbed the side, greeted by the grinning seamen as they reached the deck, and stared round in the growing light. Purvis swung himself up and touched his hat to Hornblower.

55“They’re all Dutchmen, I think, sir. Not Frogs. We got ’em off the barge we caught. Had to fire into ’em a long time—just shot the barge to pieces, us an’ the other boats. They’re following us, sir, with the other prisoners.”

56“You only caught one barge?”

57“Yes, sir. The others ran for home the moment the rocket went up. But we got two hundred prisoners, I should think, an’ we had to kill nigh on a hundred more.”

58One single barge taken, with two hundred men, when Hornblower had hoped for a dozen barges at least and three thousand men! But Purvis in his innocence was obviously delighted with his capture.

59“Here’s one of their officers, sir.”

60Hornblower turned on the blue-coated man who was wearily climbing over the side.

61“Who are you, sir?” he asked in French, and after a moment’s hesitation the officer replied haltingly in the same language.

62“Lieutenant von Bülow, of the Fifty-first Regiment of Infantry.”

63“French infantry?”

64“Of the King of Prussia,” said the officer, sternly, with a Teutonic explosiveness in the word Prusse which indicated his annoyance at the suggestion that he would be a Frenchman.

65So Macdonald had not risked French lives in this highly dangerous venture; that was to be expected, of course. Bonaparte had made war largely at the expense of his allies for the last ten years.

66“I will see that you are given refreshment,” said Hornblower, politely. “Please order your men to sit down against the rail there.”

67The officer barked the order. It was significant how at the first warning Achtung the dispirited soldiers came instantly to attention, standing stiff and straight. Most of them were wet and bedraggled, apparently having been in the water before surrendering. Hornblower gave orders for them to be fed, at the same time as the other boats came back down-wind, each with its quota of prisoners. On the cramped decks of the Raven the two hundred prisoners made a fine show; Cole had the two foremost chase guns run inboard and trained round upon them, a round of canister in each gun, and the gun captains posted with lighted matches ready to fire into them. Seamen, still grinning, went along their ranks handing out bread and beer.

68“See how they eat, sir!” said Purvis. “Look at that one, layin’ into his biscuit like a wolf with a bone. God damme, it’s gone a’ready. It’s true what they say, sir, about Boney never feedin’ his men.”

69An imperial army was wont to gather its food from the countryside as it marched; Macdonald’s sixty thousand had been stationary now for over two weeks, and in a thinly populated country. They must be on short commons. Every day the siege of Riga could be prolonged would cost lives in plenty to Bonaparte, and although he was ever prodigal with lives there must come a time at last when he would have no more to spare, not even Prussian ones or Italian ones. The greater the pity, then, that the whole division that had tried to pass the river had not been wiped out. Hornblower told himself that was his fault; he should not have entrusted any vital part of the operation to a nervous old woman like Cole. He ought instead to have stayed on board Raven himself. Yet it was hard to be sure of that; the other end of the line, which he had entrusted to Vickery in Lotus, was just as important, and it was desirable that he should be in the centre in Nonsuch to co-ordinate the activities of his two wings. If Vickery and Cole had had their positions interchanged—as would have to be done—although Vickery could have been relied upon not to spring the trap too soon, could Cole have been relied upon to keep it closed? There might be five thousand Prussians on the farther bank of the Dwina at this moment if it had been up to Cole to head them off. Hornblower found himself wishing that he had known exactly which night Macdonald would make the attempt; he might as well have wished for the moon.

70“Mr. Cole,” said Hornblower, “make a signal to Nonsuch: ‘Commodore to captain. Am proceeding to Riga with prisoners.’ Then the guard-boats can return to their respective ships, and if you will kindly up-anchor we’ll start.”