Oars thrashed alongside, accompanied by more curses and threats from Mr Gloag.
`Jolly boat's away again.' Bolitho grimaced. 'Hugh'll be coming aboard now.'
It took Lieutenant Hugh Bolitho longer than expected to return to his command. When he did arrive he was drenched in spray, grim-faced and obviously in ill humour.
In the cabin he threw himself down on a bench and snapped, `When I come aboard I expect to be met by my officers.' He glared at the midshipmen. `This is no ship of the line with ten men for each trivial task. This is…' He swung round on the bench as a frightened looking seaman peered in at them. `Where the hell have you been, Warwick?' He did not wait for a reply. `Bring some brandy and something hot to go with it.' The man fled.
In a calmer tone he continued, `In a King's ship, no matter how small, you must always keep up an example.'
Bolitho said, `I'm sorry. I thought as we are only attached to your command…'
Hugh smiled. `Attached, pressed, volunteered, I don't care which. You're both my officers until the word says otherwise. There's work to do.'
He looked up as Gloag came through the door, his great frame doubled over like a weird hunchback.
`Sit you down, Mr Gloag. We'll take a glass before we set sail. All well?'
The master removed his battered hat, and Bolitho saw with surprise he was quite bald, like a brown egg, with the hair at his neck and cheeks as thick as spunyarn as if to compensate for his loss.
Hugh said, `You will assume duties of second-incommand, Richard. Mr Dancer will assist you. Two halves to make the whole, eh?' He smiled at his joke.
Gloag seemed to sense the atmosphere and rumbled, `I 'eard that you took command of a brig, the pair of you, when your lieutenants were too sick or injured to be of use?'
Dancer nodded, his eyes shining. `Aye, sir. The Sandpiper. Dick took command like a veteran!'
Hugh said, `Good, here's the brandy.' Half to himself he added, `We want no heroes cluttering these decks, thank you.'
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Bolitho looked at his friend and winked. They had scored a small victory over Hugh's sarcasm.
He asked, `What about the smugglers, Mr Gloag?'
`Oh, this an' that. Spirits and spices, silks and other such nonsense for them with too much money. Mr Pyke says we'll soon 'ave 'em by the 'eels.'
Dancer looked at him. 'Pyke?'
Hugh Bolitho pushed some goblets across a low table. `Pyke's my boatswain. Used to be a preventative officer himself before he got more sense and signed to wear the King's coat.' He held up his goblet. `Welcome, gentlemen.'
The nervous seaman named Warwick, who was also the cabin servant, carried in a lighted lantern and hung it carefully on a beam.
Bolitho had his goblet to his lips when he saw Dancer's eyes flash a quick warning. He looked down and saw a dark stain on Hugh's stocking. He had seen too much of it in the last year not to recognize blood. For an instant longer he imagined Hugh was injured, or had snared his leg climbing aboard. Then he saw his brother meeting his gaze with a mixture of defiance and need.
Feet thudded overhead, and then Hugh placed his goblet very carefully on the table.
`You will work watch-and-watch. Once we have cleared the headland we will run to the south'rd and find some sea-room. I have information, but not enough. Show no lights and pass no unnecessary commands. My people know their work, and most of them are ex-fishermen and '-'he like, as sure-footed as cats. I want to run these smugglers or wreckers to ground without delay, before it becomes catching hereabouts. It has happened in the past. Even in times of war the trade has been busy in both directions, they tell me.'
Gloag groped for his hat and went stooping towards the.door. `I'll get things ready, sir.'
Hugh glanced at Dancer. `Go with him. Learn your way around the deck. She's no Gorgon.' As Dancer made his way towards the door, his shadow swaying about with the pitching lantern, he added softly, `Or Sandpiper either, for that matter!'
Alone for the first time the brothers studied each other.
Bolitho thought he could see through Hugh's scornful guard. He was stiff with the authority of his first, if perhaps temporary, command. But at twentyone, with only himself to answer, that was understandable. But there was anxiety there also, a defensive hardness in his eyes.
He did not-have to wait for long.
Hugh said offhandedly, `You saw this stain? Pity. But can't be helped, I suppose. I can trust you to stay silent?'
Bolitho matched his mood, keeping his face and tone level and impassive.
`Need you ask?'
`No. I'm sorry.' He reached for the brandy and poured another goblet, the movement without conscious thought. `A matter I had to settle.'
`Here? In Falmouth?' Bolitho almost got to his feet. `What about Mother?'
Hugh sighed. `It was partly because of her. It was
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some fool who wanted revenge over another affair.'
`The aiair which had you removed from Laertes?T
'Yes.' His eyes were distant. `He wanted money. So I answered his insults in the only honourable way.'
`You provoked him.' He watched for some hint of guilt. `Then you killed him.'
Hugh took out his watch and held it to the lantern.
`Well, the second part is correct, damn him!'
Bolitho shook his head. `One day you'll put a foot wrong.'
Hugh smiled fully for the first time. It was as if he were glad, relieved to have shared his secret.
`Well, until that sad day, young Richard, there is work to be done. So get yourself on deck and rouse the hands. We'll up-anchor before we lose the light. I don't want to end up in splinters across St Anthony Head because of you!'
The weather had worsened considerably, and as Bolitho climbed up through the hatch he felt the punch of the wind like a fist. Figures bustled this way and that, bare feet slapping on the wet planking like so many seals. Despite the wind and soaking spray, the men wore only their checkered shirts and white, flapping trousers, and were apparently unmoved by the bitter weather.
Bolitho ducked aside as the jolly boat was swayed up and over the lee bulwark, showering the men who worked the tackles with more icy water. He saw the boatswain, Pyke, directing the operations until the boat was securely made fast on her tier, and could well imagine him as a revenue man. He had a furtive,
even sly, look, and was quite unlike any boatswain he had ever seen.
It would take some getting used to, he thought. Men everywhere, loosening belaying pins and checking the many flaked lines arid halliards as if expecting them to be frozen.
It would be dark early, and the nearest land looked indistinct and blurred, the ramparts at Pendennis and St Mawes already without shape or identity.
Gloag was shouting, `Three men to the tiller! She'll be lively as a parson's daughter when she comes about, lads!'
Bolitho heard someone laugh. That was always a good sign. Gloag might be fearsome, but he was quite obviously respected too.
Dancer said quickly, `Here comes our captain, Dick.'
Bolitho turned as his brother came on deck. In spite of the weather he was without a cloak or even a tarpaulin coat to protect himself. The lapels of his lieutenant's coat were very white in the dull murk around him, and he wore his cocked hat at a slightly rakish angle, like a figure in an unnamed painting.
Bolitho touched his hat. `The master informs me we are ready to get under way, sir.' He was surprised the formality came so easily. But it was the Navy speaking. Not one brother to another.
`Very well. Break out the anchor, if you please. Send the hands to their stations. We'll get the main and fore on her as soon as we weigh and see how she takes 'em. Once clear of the headland I'll want jib and tops'l set.'
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`Reefed, sir?'
The eyes steadied on him for a moment. `We shall see.'
Bolitho hurried towards the blunt bows. It seemed incredible that Avenger could set so much canvas on one mast and in this sort of wind.