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'I'll haul down his colours； sir； shall I？' he said。
Hornblower woke from his dream。 On a staff above the taffrail fluttered the yellow and red。
'Yes； haul 'em down at once；' he said。
Now his mind was clear； and now his horizon was no longer bounded by the narrow limits of the galley。 He looked about him； over the blue； blue sea。 There were the merchant ships； over there lay the Indefatigable。 Behind him boiled the white wake of the galley…a curved wake。 Not until that moment did he realize that he was in control of the tiller； and that for the last three minutes； the galley had been cutting over the blue seas unsteered。
'Take the tiller； Oldroyd；' he ordered。
Was that a galley disappearing into the hazy distance？ It must be； and far in its wake was the longboat。 And there； on the port bow； was the gig； resting on her oars…Hornblower could see little figures standing waving in bow and stern； and it dawned upon him that this was in acknowledgement of the hauling down of the Spanish colours。 Another musket banged off forward； and the rail close at his hip was struck a tremendous blow which sent gilded splinters flying in the sunlight。 But he had all his wits about him again； and he ran back over the dying men； at the after end of the poop he was out of sight of the gangway and safe from shot。 He could still see the gig on the port bow。
'Starboard your helm； Oldroyd。'
The galley turned slowly…her narrow length made her unhandy if the rudder were not assisted by the oars…but soon the bow was about to obscure the gig。
'Midships！'
Amazing that there； leaping in the white water that boiled under the galley's stern； was the jolly boat with one live man and two dead men still aboard。
'Where are the others； Bromley？' yelled Jackson。
Bromley pointed overside。 They had been shot from the taffrail at the moment that Hornblower and the others were preparing to attack the poop。
'Why in hell don't you e aboard？'
Bromley took hold of his left arm with his right； the limb was clearly useless。 There was no reinforcement to be obtained here； and yet full possession must be taken of the galley。 Otherwise it was even conceivable that they would be carried off to Algeciras； even if they were masters of the rudder the man who controlled the oars dictated the course of the ship if he willed。 There was only one course left to try。
Now that his fighting madness had ebbed away； Hornblower was in a sombre mood。 He did not care what happened to him； hope and fear had alike deserted him； along with his previous exalted condition。 It might be resignation that possessed him now。 His mind； still calculating； told him that with only one thing left to do to achieve victory he must attempt it； and the flat； dead condition of his spirits enabled him to carry the attempt through like an automaton； unwavering and emotionless。 He walked forward to the poop rail again； the Spaniards were still clustered at the far end of the gangway； with the overseer still giving the time to the oars。 They looked up at him as he stood there。 With the utmost care and attention he sheathed his cutlass； which he had held in his hand up to that moment。 He noticed the blood on his coat and on his hands as he did so。 Slowly he settled the sheathed weapon at his side。
'My pistols； Jackson；' he said。
Jackson handed him the pistols and with the same callous care he thrust them into his belt。 He turned back to Oldroyd； the Spaniards watching every movement fascinated。
'Stay by the tiller； Oldroyd。 Jackson； follow me。 Do nothing without my orders。'
With the sun pouring down on his face； he strode down the panion ladder； walked to the gangway； and approached the Spaniards along it。 On either side of him the hairy heads and naked bodies of the galley slaves still swung with the oars。 He neared the Spaniards； swords and muskets and pistols were handled nervously； but every eye was on his face。 Behind him Jackson coughed。 Two yards only from the group； Hornblower halted and swept them with his glance。 Then； with a gesture； he indicated the whole of the group except the overseer； and then pointed to the forecastle。
'Get forrard； all of you；' he said。
They stood staring at him； although they must have understood the gesture。
'Get forrard；' said Hornblower with a wave of his hand and a tap of his foot on the gangway。
There was only one man who seemed likely to demur actively； and Hornblower had it in mind to snatch a pistol from his belt and shoot him on the spot。 But the pistol might misfire； the shot might arouse the Spaniards out of their fascinated dream。 He stared the man down。
'Get forrard； I say。'
They began to move； they began to shamble off。 Hornblower watched them go。 Now his emotions were returning to him； and his heart was thumping madly in his chest so that it was hard to control himself。 Yet he must not be precipitate。 He had to wait until the others were well clear before he could address himself to the overseer。
'Stop those men；' he said。
He glared into the overseer's eyes while pointing to the oarsmen； the overseer's lips moved； but he made no sound。
'Stop them；' said Hornblower； and this time he put his hand to the butt of his pistol。
That sufficed。 The overseer raised his voice in a high' pitched order； and the oars instantly ceased。 Strange what sudden stillness possessed the ship with the cessation of the grinding of the oars in the tholes。 Now it was easy to hear the bubbling of the water round the galley as her way carried her forward。 Hornblower turned back to hail Oldroyd。
'Oldroyd！ Where away's the gig？'
'Close on the starboard bow； sir！'
'How close？'
'Two cable's lengths； sir。 She's pulling for us now。'
'Steer for her while you've steerage way。'
'Aye aye； sir。'
How long would it take the gig under oars to cover a quarter of a mile？ Hornblower feared anticlimax； feared a sudden revulsion of feeling among the Spaniards at this late moment。 Mere waiting might occasion it； and he must not stand merely idle。 He could still hear the motion of the galley through the water； and he turned to Jackson。
'This ship carries her way well； Jackson； doesn't she？' he said； and he made himself laugh as he spoke； as if everything in the world was a matter of sublime certainty。
'Aye； sir； I suppose she does； sir；' said the startled Jackson； he was fidgeting nervously with his pistols。
'And look at the man there；' went on Hornblower； pointing to a galley slave。 'Did you ever see such a beard in your life？'
'N…no； sir。'
'Speak to me； you fool。 Talk naturally。'
'I…I dunno what to say； sir。'
'You've no sense； damn you； Jackson。 See the welt on that fellow's shoulder？ He must have caught it from the overseer's whip not so long ago。'
'Mebbe you're right； sir。'
Hornblower was repressing his impatience and was about to make another speech when he heard a rasping thump alongside and a moment later the gig's crew was pouring over the bulwarks。 The relief was inexpressible。 Hornblower was about to relax pletely when he remembered appearances。 He stiffened himself up。
'Glad to see you aboard； sir；' he said； as Lieutenant Chadd swung his legs over and dropped to the maindeck at the break of the forecastle。
'Glad to see you；' said Chadd； looking about him curiously。
'These men forrard are prisoners； sir；' said Hornblower。 'It might be well to secure them。 I think that is all that remains to be done。'
Now he could not relax； it seemed to him as if he must remain strained and tense for ever。 Strained and yet stupid； even when he heard the cheers of the hands in the Indefatigable as the galley came alongside her。 Stupid and dull； making a stumbling report to Captain Pellew； forcing himself to remember to mend the bravery of Jackson and Oldroyd in the highest terms。
'The Admiral will be pleased；' said Pellew； looking at Hornblower keenly。
'I'm glad； sir；' Hornblower heard himself say。
'Now that we've lost poor Soames；' went on Pellew； 'we shall need another watch…keeping officer。 I have it in mind to give you an order as acting…lieutenant。'
'Thank you； sir；' said Hornblower； still stupid。
Soames had been a gray…haired officer of vast experience； He had sailed the