'Exactly', Ramage said. 'I'm gambling that the Spanish admiral is too lazy or too nervous of the French to send out frigates without orders. He may not have any - that's more than likely - and expects the admiral at Toulon to order ships out from Alicante or Barcelona. It will take time for him to discover that Collioure's tower is out of action. Messengers on horseback will need a day to take a message from Port Vendres to station twenty-seven, and with luck semaphore replies will by then be held up by darkness between here and Toulon. With the French and Spanish benighted, Aitken has an excellent chance.'
'Everyone in that convoy will owe us a lot', the Marine corporal said happily, sucking his teeth at the prospect.
'We'll see about that', Ramage said, 'but in the meantime this is what we do, starting at sunset. First, we need half a dozen pairs of handcuffs ...'
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
The convoy was making good time and Aitken was pleased that his noon sight put them about twenty miles south of Cabo de Gata while dead reckoning had them forty miles short of it. Here, off the southeastern tip of Spain, Europa Point was a clear run of a little under two hundred miles to the westward. In fact they would have to sail more than that 'through the water' to overcome the eastgoing current constantly flowing into the Mediterranean from the Atlantic, but Aitken knew that it was more important that Cartagena, the last of the big naval ports, was now well behind them.
Almeria, just west of Cabo de Gata, was more of a commercial port, unlikely to hold any ships of war. From there to Europa Point and the safety of Gibraltar was only Málaga, again a commercial and not a naval port.
It was a miracle that the convoy had sailed so far without meeting a French ship of war that, as a matter of routine, would ask why the convoy was without an escort and, because it was so far west, whither it was bound. Until the last few hours, Aitken could always (using Orsini as his 'voice') claim to be bound for Cartagena, and accept the scorn of a French frigate captain at being so bad a navigator to get so far south. Now he was too far into the channel between Spain and the Barbary coast to use that story.
He was well satisfied with the way his ships were being handled. He had divided the six of them into two columns of three and knowing the difficulty of sailing at night in the wake of a ship showing only a dim stern lantern, he led the larboard column with the bosun following him in the Rosette schooner and Rennick bringing up the rear in the Matilda. The starboard column was led by Kenton and the Golondrina, followed by Orsini in the Caroline brig, and then Martin with the Bergère. This left Orsini conveniently placed should his French or Spanish be needed - but also kept him safely between Kenton and Martin in case his station-keeping was erratic.
Aitken was surprised that the Calypso had not joined them. Not that Mr Ramage had said he would, but both he and Southwick would soon get exhausted standing watch and watch about, and they were deprived of most of their good petty officers. It was typical of the captain's fairness that he had made sure the six ships of the convoy were well manned, although if they did not get through or anything happened to the Calypso, Their Lordships would put Mr Ramage on the beach for the rest of his life. Still, there - Aitken's thoughts were interrupted by a hail from the foremast-head.
'Deck there! The Bergère has just hoisted a signal, sir.'
Aitken picked up his glass and took his copy of the French signals from the binnacle box drawer.
Orsini had written a translation beside each of them and Aitken read the two hoists of flags without difficulty. The first said, 'Strange sail in sight' and the second gave the direction, 'In the northeast quadrant'.
'Acknowledge that signal', Aitken told the bosun's mate and shouted to the lookout aloft: 'Keep your eyes open; there'll be more signals soon.'
Aitken's first reaction as a naval officer had been to detach one of his ships to investigate, and when he realized it he grinned to himself. Habits were hard to break. For the last two days he had been the master of a French merchant ship and, as senior of the other French masters, the commodore of the convoy. And an unescorted convoy, unless attacked by a squadron of Algerine pirates - the only danger along this coast - maintained its course, particularly with a good southerly wind and fine weather, minding its own business.
Northeast quadrant. So the strange ship was on the convoy's starboard quarter and well down to leeward - too far away to be seen from the Sarazine but just close enough for her topsails to appear over the horizon and be sighted, tiny white specks, by the masthead lookout in the Bergère, the nearest ship. Merchant ships did not have lookouts at the masthead; ships of war, and prizes, did.
Martin would be pleased at being the first ship to spot the stranger, but they had sighted many strange sail in the last day or so, most of them small trading vessels, the larger ones preferring to sail in convoy.
What mattered now was whether or not the bearing of this strange sail remained the same. If it changed, then she was merely another ship on passage somewhere; if it stayed the same, then the ship must be beating her way up towards the convoy, and that could mean only trouble, because sailing on that course would otherwise take a ship to the Barbary coast, an unlikely destination.
He hoped Martin would have the sense to keep signals flying for as little time as possible. They had to use French signals and flags to keep up the pretence of a French convoy, but a French ship of war might get suspicious if too many signals were made across the convoy simply because all merchant ships, whatever their nationality, were as loath to make signals as small boys to wash behind their ears.
He picked up the slate and after a glance at his watch noted down the time of the signal. The 'strange sail' could be an Algerine pirate. If she was, would she attack the convoy? Probably not as such but instead would try to cut out a single ship at the rear, Martin's Bergère or Rennick's Matilda most likely, because any of the other four going to help would then have to beat back to windward. The Algerine would know enough to guess that in the event of an attack the convoy would in fact most probably panic and scatter and leave the victim to her fate ...
More than ten minutes elapsed before the Bergère's next signal, which the French system forced Martin to make in three parts:
'Strange sail in sight... In the northeast quadrant... Is a frigate.'
'Acknowledge', snapped Aitken. He was both annoyed and pleased. Martin was being sensible in repeating the signal 'In the northeast quadrant' because that was obviously intended to tell Aitken that the vessel was deliberately steering for the convoy, not passing by. By identifying the ship as a frigate, Martin made it almost certain that the frigate was the Calypso. Yet... yet... Martin would himself have gone aloft with a telescope and had a good look. A ship identifiable as a frigate should also be recognizable as the Calypso because of the cut of her sails, even though her hull might still be below the horizon.
Aitken then cursed at his own slowness: Maftin would have done all that and not have recognized the masts and sails as the Calypso, so his signal meant just what it said - that the vessel was a 'strange sail' and 'a frigate', but not the Calypso.
Even then Aitken's Scottish caution made him think again. Supposing the frigate was the Calypso? How, using the French signal book, could Martin signal the fact? Aitken picked up his handwritten copy and looked at the last few pages, which gave in alphabetical order the names of all the ships of war in the French Navy, and the three-figure numbers of each of them so that by hoisting the three flags representing the numbers they could identify themselves. As he had guessed, the Calypso was still in the list under her original French name, although a neat ink line had crossed it out along with a dozen others - ships which had been sunk or captured. Yes, Martin was a bright lad; he would have thought of that and he would have given the three figures as the fourth part of his signal, knowing that it would be enough of a clue to set Aitken looking in the back of the signal book.