'Got 'em, sir!' Lt. Catterall hooted from the cutter, where he was overseeing the hoisting. 'Fifty rounds of shot apiece, to boot!'
'Next trip, Mister Catterall, I'll have the formal permission for you to give to the stores ship's captain!' Lewrie shouted back.
'Right-ho, sir!'
A scamper up the boarding battens and man-ropes to the gangway and the ceremony of welcoming a captain back aboard, and Lewrie could beam with pleasure to see that both slide-carriages for his new carronades squatted in the waist, ready to be hauled aft.
'The 'Smashers' will take two more trips, sir,' Lt. Langlie told him, after he had paced to the centre of the hammock netting overlooking the waist. 'A further trip for the shot, with the launch to bear all that Mister Carling requested, and it's done, Captain.'
'Very good, Mister Langlie. Excellent!' Lewrie declared.
'This note came aboard for you, in your absence, sir,' Langlie told him, offering a folded-over sheet of paper.
'Ah, hmm,' Lewrie said, breaking the seal, which did not bear any stamp or signet mark. 'Ah! My brother-in- law, Burgess, is ashore, and asks me to dine with him.'
He dug out his pocket watch and checked the time, frowning as he realised that the hour appointed was fast approaching for dinner at a shore establishment, the very place, in point of fact, where he'd fed those generous Indiaman passengers and captains. There was no time to send a reply; he would just have to show up.
'My compliments, Mister Langlie, but I'm off ashore, at once,' he told the First Officer. 'Here… give Mister Catterall this note from the flag, so the
stores ship captain won't think we bilked him out of anything. Call away my boat crew… no, Cox'n Andrews, but a fresh set of oarsmen, and I'm away.'
'Aye, sir.'
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
'Well, I saw that your ship was no longer in danger of sinking,' Burgess Chiswick snickered, 'and supposed that you'd be off as soon as the next tide, or something, and meant to see you before you departed.'
'Won't sail 'til you do,' Lewrie told him. 'I gather that we're to escort your ships to Saint Helena, to help that lone sixty-four-gun that brought you in. Perhaps all the way to the Thames.'
'Why, that'd be splendid, Alan!' Burgess cried. 'Then, with any luck at all, you could even coach me all the way to Anglesgreen!'
'Haven't been home myself in quite a while, aye,' Lewrie said.
'Not been exactly
'Oh, that,' Burgess deprecated with a snort as their first wine arrived. 'Women simply
'A proper John Bull stoutness,' Lewrie replied, chuckling.
'Comes of good living, and living under Millicent's thumb, I'd expect,' Burgess said with a frown. 'Quite good wine, this. In India, we came to like Cape wines. Their reds don't travel well, but whites keep main-well. Well, Governour… as the eldest, he always
'Threatened to shoot, or horsewhip, me,' Lewrie admitted.
'What a fatuous arse!' Burgess exclaimed. 'Just 'cause
As a Major in the East India Company Army, Burgess
'Impressive, were they?' Lewrie asked with a grin.
'Only the two, but yes, Alan.' Burgess beamed back with a wink. 'Most delightful. Now, most English ladies who come out to India
'No, I didn't,' Lewrie quickly said, immensely pleased that his brother-in-law was being so sane and reasonable about it. 'Well… I did spend some time at Sheerness with, ah…'
'The Greek widow, yes,' Burgess supplied with another wink and a snicker as the waiter approached their table. 'Other than her…'
' 'Twas all far from home, Burge,' Lewrie swore. 'With bloody
'And, you were always careful,' Burgess blithely assumed. 'Ah!
'I'll have the Cape salmon,' Lewrie decided, looking over their chalked menu slate. 'Salad, egg-drop soup, and let us share a platter of eland strips in the plum sauce between us, first off. Fresh-sliced, is it, or are they soaked
'What you'd call jerky,' Lewrie explained. 'My cats adore it. I have nigh three hundredweight in stores for 'em.'
'Oh, you and your cats!' Burgess laughed. 'I'll see your eland, and raise you the fresh lobster
'They're good company at sea,' Lewrie told him as their waiter topped up their glasses before heading off for the kitchens. 'So, you became a 'chicken
'Loot,' itself, was a Hindi word.
'I've come away with better than sixty