Herrick pointed up through the smoke, where the sunlight was making a small path through the drifting smoke.
'The lookout, sir! He's reported a sail to the west'rd!' His eyes were shining with hope. 'The Frenchman's making off!'
Bolitho looked at him dully. It was true, and he had heard nothing. Deafened by gunfire, or fogged in his own despair, he did not know. But the Argus was already spreading her mainsail and was driving down-wind with gathering power towards the open strait.
Bolitho said, 'Hands to the braces, Mr. Herrick. Lay her on the larboard tack again. If we can signal this newcomer we may still be able to give chase.'
He heard a small cry, and when he turned he saw two seamen kneeling beside Keen's body. The midshipman was trying to reach down to his stomach, but one of the seamen was gripping his wrists while the other slit open his bloodstained breeches with a dirk and threw them aside. A few inches above the groin there was something like a broken bone, but Bolitho knew it was far worse. A wood splinter blasted from the deck, and probably held tight by its own barbs.
He knelt down and touched it with his fingers, seeing the blood pulsing across the youth's thigh, hearing his sobs as he tried not to scream.
Bolitho thought of Whitmarsh, far away in Pendang Bay,
helping to heal the sick and wounded from the garrison.
One of the seamen said, ''E'll not last, sir. without 'elp.
I'll fetch a surgeon's mate.'
Allday was kneeling beside him and said, 'No. I'll do it.' Bolitho looked at him, seeing the determination on his face.
Then he turned and said, 'Easy, Mr. Keen. You'll be about again soon.'
He felt the rising anger and despair pricking his eyes. What had he brought them all to? He touched the midshipman's bare shoulder. It was smooth like a woman's. He had not even begun to live yet.
He snapped, 'Are you sure, Allday?'
The coxswain eyed him calmly. 'I'm as good as those other butchers.'
Davy came hurrying aft and touched his hat. 'Masthead has reported the other ship to be the Bedford, sir. The Frenchman must have thought her to be a man-of-war.'
He looked at Keen's wound and said hoarsely, 'My God.' Bolitho stood up slowly, watching the midshipman's fingers opening and closing like trapped animals in the seaman's strong grip.
'Very well, Allday. Take him aft to the cabin. I'll be down myself as soon as I've attended to things here.'
Allday looked at him. 'Don't you fret, Captain. It's the luck of the game. Our turn will come.' He nodded to the two seamen. 'Pick him up.'
Keen gave a sharp cry as they moved him to the cabin hatch, and before he vanished below Bolitho saw that his eyes were fixed unwinkingly on the sky above the tattered sails. Trying to hold on to it? So that by keeping the picture in his mind he might retain his life itself.
Bolitho bent and picked up the midshipman's dirk from the stained deck. He handed it to Davy and said, 'We will make contact with the Bedford. There is nothing more we can do for the present but return to the settlement.'
Herrick said, 'The old Bedford.' He sounded bitter. 'A bloody storeship from Madras full of seasick soldiers and their womenfolk.'
Bolitho watched the helmsman bringing Undine carefully back on course, the skilful way they were allowing for the punctured sails' loss of power.
'If Argus had known that, she'd have done for both of us.' He saw the surprise and sudden concern and added simply, 'But not before we had rendered her equally useless.'
He glanced aloft at the masthead pendant. How many times had he done that? He took out his watch and flicked open the guard. Remembering. The whole sea-fight had taken less than two hours, and already Argus was almost lost in the offshore haze which marked the coming of evening. He shaded his eyes to look for the Bedford, and saw her topsails on the horizon like small yellow shells.
Then he looked around at the splintered planking, the small line of corpses which had been dragged below the weather gangway. There was much to do, and he must not give way for an instant if his men were to keep the will to fight again if the time came. He saw another corpse being carried up from the forehatch, and knew he would have to deal with the reports of damage, arrange for replacements and repairs. And burials.
He heard another sharp cry through the cabin skylight, and thought of Keen being spreadeagled there while Allday tried to extract the splinter.
He said, 'I am going below, Mr. Herrick. Deal with reports on damage and casualties.' He saw him nod. 'Thank you.'
As he hurried below I-Herrick said quietly, 'No. Thank.you.'
Bolitho brushed past the sentry at his door and then stopped. It was very quiet in the cabin, and when he saw Keen's naked body lying on the deck he thought he was too late.
Allday said, 'All done, Captain.' He held up the jagged red. lump in some pincers. 'I think he did very well, for a lad.'
Bolitho looked down at Keen's ashen face. There was blood on his lips where one of the seamen had held a strap between his teeth to prevent him from biting through his tongue. Noddall and' he other seamen were finishing tying the dressing around the wound, and there was a thick smell of rum in the air.
Bolitho said quietly, 'Thank you, Allday. I never knew you understood such things.'
Allday shook his head. 'Did it to a sheep once. Poor thing fell down a cliff on to a broken sapling. Very much the same really.'
Bolitho walked to the stern windows and sucked in a lungful of air. 'You must tell Mr. Keen that when he is well again.' He turned and watched him gravely. 'Do you think he will fully recover?'
Allday nodded. 'Yes. Another inch or so and it might have been the end.' He forced a grin, seeing the strain on Bolitho's face. 'For the ladies, anyway!'
The door opened and Herrick said, 'We are within signalling distance of Bedford, sir.'
'I'11 come up.' He paused and looked down at Keen. Even a glance told him his breathing was easier. 'Casualties?'
Herrick dropped his eyes. 'Ten killed, sir. Twenty wounded. It's a miracle we didn't lose far more. The carpenter and his mates are below, but it seems most of the holes are above the waterline. She's a lucky ship, sir.'
Bolitho looked from him to Allday. 'I'm the lucky one.' Then he walked from the cabin.
Allday shook his head and sighed, releasing more rum into the smoke air.
'My advice is to leave him be, Mr. Herrick, sir.'
Herrick nodded. 'I know. But he has taken this setback badly, though I know of no captain who could have done better.'
Allday dropped his voice. 'But one captain did do better today. And ours'll not rest until he's met with him again, I'm thinking.'
Keen gave a soft moan and Allday snapped, 'Come on, you idlers! Basin to his head! I've poured so much grog into his guts he'll spew all over the cabin when he comes to the surface again!'
Herrick smiled and walked out towards the ladder, seeing the men replacing the lashings on the guns, glancing at him and grinning as he passed.
One of them called, 'We showed the bastards, eh, sir?' Herrick paused, 'That we did, lads. The captain was proud of you.'
The seaman grinned more broadly. 'Aye, sir. I seed 'im in the thick of it, walkin' about like 'e was on Plymouth 'Oe. I knew then that we was goin' to be all right.'
Herrick climbed towards the sunlight and stared up at the torn sails. If only you knew, he thought sadly.
He found the other lieutenants and warrant officers already assembled on the quarterdeck giving their various reports while Bolitho leaned against the mainmast trunk.
When he saw Herrick he said, 'There is still a good span of daylight left. We'll put the hands to replacing canvas and running-rigging while it lasts. I have ordered the galley fire to be lit, and we'll see that our people get a good meal.' He gestured towards the labouring storeship which was now less than a mile away. 'We might even poach a
