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m without； and there was nothing about their construction to resist an outward pressure。 Wider and wider would gape the seams； and faster and faster the sea would gain access to the cargo。
'Look'e there； sir！' said Matthews suddenly。
In the broad light of day a small grey shape was hurrying along the weather scuppers； another one followed it and another after that。 Rats！ Something convulsive must be going on down below to bring them on deck in daytime； from out of their fortable nests among the unlimited food of the cargo。 The pressure must be enormous。 Hornblower felt another small shock beneath his feet at that moment； as something further parted beneath them。 But there was one more card to play； one last line of defence that he could think of。
'I'll jettison the cargo；' said Hornblower。 He had never uttered that word in his life； but he had read it。 'Get the prisoners and we'll start。'
The battened…down hatch cover was domed upwards curiously and significantly； as the wedges were knocked out one plank tore loose at one end with a crash； pointing diagonally upwards； and as the working party lifted off the cover a brown form followed it upwards…a bag of rice； forced out by the underlying pressure until it jammed in the hatchway。
'Tail onto those tackles and sway it up；' said Hornblower。
Bag by bag the rice was hauled up from the hold； sometimes the bags split； allowing a torrent of rice to pour onto the deck； but that did not matter。 Another section of the working party swept rice and bags to the lee side and into the ever…hungry sea。 After the first three bags the difficulties increased； for the cargo was so tightly jammed below that it called for enormous force to tear each bag out of its position。 Two men had to go down the hatchway to pry the bags loose and adjust the slings。 There was a momentary hesitation on the part of the two Frenchmen to whom Hornblower pointed…the bags might not all be jammed and the hold of a tossing ship was a dangerous place wherein a roll might bury them alive…but Hornblower had no thought at that moment for other people's human fears。 He scowled at the brief check and they hastened to lower themselves down the hatchway。 The labour was enormous as it went on hour after hour； the men at the tackles were dripping with sweat and drooping with fatigue； but they had to relieve periodically the men below； for the bags had jammed themselves in tiers； pressed hard against the ship's bottom below and the deck beams above； and when the bags immediately below the hatchway had been swayed up the surrounding ones had to be pried loose； out of each tier。 Then when a small clearance had been made in the neighbourhood of the hatchway； and they were getting deeper down into the hold； they made the inevitable discovery。 The lower tiers of bags had been wetted； their contents had swelled； and the bags had burst。 The lower half of the hold was packed solid with damp rice which could only be got out with shovels and a hoist。 The still intact bags of the upper tiers； farther away from the hatchway； were still jammed tight； calling for much labour to free them and to manhandle them under the hatchway to be hoisted out。
Hornblower； facing the problem； was distracted by a touch on his elbow when Matthews came up to speak to him。
'It ain't no go； sir；' said Matthews。 'She's lower in the water an' settlin' fast。'
Hornblower walked to the ship's side with him and looked over。 There could be no doubt about it。 He had been over the side himself and could remember the height of the waterline； and he had for a more exact guide the level of the fothered sail under the ship's bottom。 The brig was a full six inches lower in the water…and this after fifty tons of rice at least had been hoisted out and flung over the side。 The brig must be leaking like a basket； with water pouring in through the gaping seams to be sucked up immediately by the thirsty rice。
Hornblower's left hand was hurting him； and he looked down to discover that he was gripping the rail with it so tightly as to cause him pain； without knowing he was doing so。 He released his grip and looked about him； at the afternoon sun； at the tossing sea。 He did not want to give in and admit defeat。 The French captain came up to him。
'This is folly；' he said。 'Madness； sir。 My men are overe by fatigue。'
Over by the hatchway； Hornblower saw； Hunter was driving the French seamen to their work with a rope's end； which he was using furiously。 There was not much more work to be got out of the Frenchmen； and at that moment the Marie Galante rose heavily to a wave and wallowed down the further side。 Even his inexperience could detect the sluggishness and ominous deadness of her movements。 The brig had not much longer to float； and there was a good deal to do。
'I shall make preparations for abandoning the ship； Matthews；' he said。
He poked his chin upwards as he spoke； he would not allow either a Frenchman or a seaman to guess at his despair。
'Aye aye； sir；' said Matthews。
The Marie Galante carried a boat on chocks abaft the mainmast； at Matthews' summons the men abandoned their work on the cargo and hurried to the business of putting food and water in her。
'Beggin' your pardon； sir；' said Hunter aside to Hornblower； 'but you ought to see you have warm clothes； sir。 I been in an open boat ten days once； sir。'
'Thank you； Hunter；' said Hornblower。
There was much to think of Navigating instruments； Charts； pass…would he be able to get a good observation with his sextant in a tossing little boat？ mon prudence dictated that they should have all the food and water with them that the boat could carry； but…Hornblower eyed the wretched craft dubiously…seventeen men would kill it to overflowing anyway。 He would have to leave much to the judgement of the French captain and of Matthews。
The tackles were manned and the boat was swayed up from the chocks and lowered into the water in the tiny lee afforded on the lee quarter。 The Marie Galante put her nose into a wave； refusing to rise to it； green water came over the starboard bow and poured aft along the deck before a sullen wallow on the part of the brig sent it into the scuppers。 There was not much time to spare…a rending crash from below told that the cargo was still swelling and forcing the bulkheads。 There was a panic among the Frenchmen； who began to tumble down into the boat with loud cries。 The French captain took one look at Hornblower and then followed them； two of the British seamen were already over the side fending off the boat。
'Go along；' said Hornblower to Matthews and Carson； who still lingered。 He was the captain； it was his place to leave the ship last。
So waterlogged was the brig now that it was not at all difficult to step down into the boat from the deck； the British seamen were in the sternsheets and made room for him。
'Take the tiller； Matthews；' said Hornblower； he did not feel he was petent to handle that over…loaded boat。 'Shove off； there！'
The boat and the brig parted pany； the Marie Galante； with her helm lashed； poked her nose into the wind and hung there。 She had acquired a sudden list； with the starboard side scuppers nearly under water。 Another wave broke over her deck； pouring up to the open hatchway。 Now she righted herself； her deck nearly level with the sea； and then she sank； on an even keel； the water closing over her； her masts slowly disappearing。 For an instant her sails even gleamed under the green water。
'She's gone；' said Matthews。
Hornblower watched the disappearance of his first mand。 The Marie Galante had been entrusted to him to bring into port； and he had failed； failed on his first independent mission。 He looked very hard at the setting sun； hoping no one would notice the tears that were filling his eyes。
CHAPTER THREE … THE PENALTY OF FAILURE
Daylight crept over the tossing waters of the Bay of Biscay to reveal a small boat riding on its wide expanses。 It was a very crowded boat； in the bows huddled the French crew of the sunken brig Marie Galante； amidships sat the captain and his mate； and in the sternsheets sat Midshipman Horatio Hornblower and the four English seamen who had once constituted the prize…