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l height as the deck…beams allowed。 He was shaking himself violently from side to side for no apparent reason； his face was away from Hornblower； who saw with a gasp that his hands were tied behind him。 The men roared again； like spectators at a prizefight； and the man with his hands tied swung round so that Hornblower could see his face。 It was Styles； the man who suffered from boils； Hornblower knew him at once。 But that was not what made the most impression on Hornblower。 Clinging to the man's face； weird in the shifting meagre light； was a grey writhing shape； and it was to shake this off that Styles was flinging himself about so violently。 It was a rat； Hornblower's stomach turned over with horror。
With a wild jerk of his head Styles broke the grip of the rat's teeth and flung the creature down； and then instantly pinged down on his knees； with his hands still bound behind him； to pursue it with his own teeth。
'Time！' roared a voice at that moment…the voice of Partridge； bosun's mate。 Hornblower had been roused by it often enough to recognize it at once。
'Five dead；' said another voice。 'Pay all bets of evens or better。'
Hornblower plunged forward。 Part of the cable had been coiled down to make a rat pit ten feet across in which knelt Styles with dead and living rats about his knees。 Partridge squatted beside the ring with a sandglass…used for timing the casting of the log…in front of him。
'Six dead；' protected someone。 'that 'un's dead。'
'No； he ain't。'
''Is back's broken。 'E's a dead 'un。'
''E ain't a dead 'un；' said Partridge。
The man who had protested looked up at that moment and caught sight of Hornblower； and his words died away unspoken； at his silence the others followed his glance and stiffened into rigidity； and Hornblower stepped forward。 He was still wondering what he should do； he was still fighting down the nausea excited by the horrible things he had seen。 Desperately he mastered his horror； and； thinking fast； took his stand on discipline。
'Who's in charge here？' he demanded。
He ran his eye round the circle。 Petty officers and secondclass warrant officers； mainly； bosun's mates； carpenter's mates。 Muggridge； the surgeon's mate…his presence explained much。 But his own position was not easy。 A midshipman of scant service depended for his authority on board largely on the force of his own personality。 He was only a warrant officer himself； when all was said and done a midshipman was not nearly as important to the ship's economy…and was far more easily replaced…than； say； Washburn； the cooper's mate over there； who knew all about the making and storage of the ship's water barrels。
'Who's in charge here？' he demanded again； and once more received no direct reply。
'We ain't on watch；' said a voice in the background。
Hornblower by now had mastered his horror； his indignation still flared within him； but he could appear outwardly calm。
'No； you're not on watch；' he said coldly。 'You're gambling。'
Muggridge took up the defence at that。
'Gambling； Mr Hornblower？' he said。 'That's a very serious charge。 Just a gentlemanly petition。 You'll find it hard to sub…substantiate any charges of gambling。'
Muggridge had been drinking； quite obviously； following perhaps the example of the head of his department。 There was always brandy to be got in the medical stores。 A surge of wrath made Hornblower tremble； the effort necessary to keep himself standing stock still was almost too much for him。 But the rise in internal pressure brought him inspiration。
'Mr Muggridge；' he said icily； 'I advise you not to say too much。 There are other charges possible； Mr Muggridge。 A member of His Majesty's forces can be charged with rendering himself unfit for service； Mr Muggridge。 And similarly there might be charges of aiding and abetting which might include you。 I should consult the Articles of War if I were you； Mr Muggridge。 The punishment for such an offence is flogging round the fleet I believe。'
Hornblower pointed to Styles； with the blood streaming from his bitten face； and gave more force to his argument by the gesture。 He had met the men's arguments with a more effective one along the same lines； they had taken up a legalistic defence and he had legalistically beaten it down。 He had the upper hand now and could give vent to his moral indignation。
'I could bring charges against every one of you；' he roared。 'You could be court martialled…disrated…flogged…every man Jack of you。 By God； one more look like that from you； Partridge； and I'll do it。 You'd all be in irons five minutes after I spoke to Mr Eccles。 I'll have no more of these filthy games。 Let those rats loose； there you； Oldroyd； and you； Lewis。 Styles； get your face plastered up again。 You； Partridge； take these men and coil this cable down properly again before Mr Waldron sees it。 I'll keep my eye on all of you in future。 The next hint I have of misbehaviour and you'll all be at the gratings。 I've said it； and by God I mean it！'
Hornblower was surprised both at his own volubility and at his self possession。 He had not known himself capable of carrying off matters with such a high hand。 He sought about in his mind for a final salvo with which to make his retirement dignified； and it came to him as he turned away so that he turned back to deliver it。
'After this I want to see you in the dog watches skylarking on deck； not skulking in the cable tiers like a lot of Frenchmen。'
That was the sort of speech to be expected of a pompous old captain； not a junior midshipman； but it served to give dignity to his retirement。 There was a feverish buzz of voices as he left the group。 Hornblower went up on deck； under the cheerless grey sky dark with premature night； to walk the deck to keep himself warm while the Indefatigable slashed her way to windward in the teeth of a roaring westerly； the spray flying in sheets over her bows； the straining seams leaking and her fabric groaning； the end of a day like all the preceding ones and the predecessor probably of innumerable more。
Yet the days passed； and with them came at last a break in the monotony。 In the sombre dawn a hoarse bellow from the lookout turned every eye to windward； to where a dull blotch on the horizon marked the presence of a ship。 The watch came running to the braces as the Indefatigable was laid as close to the wind as she would lie。 Captain Pellew came on deck with a peajacket over his nightshirt； his wigless head ical in a pink nightcap； he trained his glass on the strange sail…a dozen glasses were pointing in that direction。 Hornblower； looking through the glass reserved for the junior officer of the watch saw the grey rectangle split into three； saw the three grow narrow； and then broaden again to coalesce into a single rectangle again。
'She's gone about；' said Pellew。 'Hands 'bout ship！'
Round came the Indefatigable on the other tack； the watch raced aloft to shake out a reef from the topsails while from the deck the officers looked up at the straining canvas to calculate the chances of the gale which howled round their ears splitting the sails or carrying away a spar。 The Indefatigable lay over until it was hard to keep one's footing on the streaming deck； everyone without immediate duties clung to the weather rail and peered at the other ship。
'Fore… and maintopmasts exactly equal；' said Lieutenant Bolton to Hornblower； his telescope to his eye。 'Topsails white as milady's fingers。 She's a Frenchie all right。'
The sails of British ships were darkened with long service in all weathers； when a French ship escaped from harbour to run the blockade her spotless unweathered canvas disclosed her nationality without real need to take into consideration less obvious technical characteristics。
'We're weathering on her；' said Hornblower； his eye was aching with staring through the glass； and his arms even were weary with holding the telescope to his eye； but in the excitement of the chase he could not relax。
'Not as much as I'd like；' growled Bolton。
'Hands to the mainbrace！' roared Pellew at that moment。
It was a matter of the most vital concern to trim the sails so as to lie as close as possible to the wind； a hundred yards gained to