Linois chose to risk a night-?action There was a good deal to be said for delay - rest, food, greater preparation, and their sailing-?order was not what he could have wished But, on the other hand, a bold front was the very essence of the thing. Linois must be made to believe that the China fleet had an escort, not a powerful escort perhaps, but strong enough to inflict serious damage, with the help of the armed Indiamen, if he pushed home his attack As for the sailing-?order, there would be too much risk of con-?fusion if he changed it now, they were not used to these manoeuvres, and in any case, once the melee began, once the smoke, din and confusion of close action did away with the rigid discipline of the line and with communication, those captains who really meant to lay their ships alongside an enemy would do so the others would not
The tactics that he had agreed upon with Muffit and that had been explained to the captains were those of close, enveloping action the line of battle to be maintained until the last moment and then to double upon the French ships, to take them between two or even three broadsides, overwhelming them with numbers, however weak the fire of each Company ship If a regular doubling was not possible, then each captain was to use his judgment to bring about the same position - a cluster of ships round every Frenchman, cutting up his sails and rigging at the closest range.
Now, after hours of reflection, he still thought this idea the best: close range was essential to make the indifferent guns bite hard; and if he were Linois, he should very much dislike being surrounded, hampered, and battered by a determined swarm, above all if some men-?of-?war were mingled with the Indiamen. His greatest dread, after the doubtful fighting qualities of the merchantmen, was that of a distant cannonade, with the heavy, well-?pointed French guns hitting his ships from a thousand yards.
Linois vanished behind the foresail of the Addington as the Surprise glided into her place in the centre of the line. Jack looked up at the masthead, and felt a sudden overwhelming weariness: his mind was running clear and sharp, and the continual variation of the opposed forces presented itself as a hard, distinct point on a graph; but his arms and legs were drained of strength. ‘By God,’ he thought, ‘I am growing old: yesterday’s brush and talking to all these people has knocked me up. But at least Linois is still older. If he comes on, maybe he will make a blunder. God send he makes a blunder. Bonden,’ he cried, ‘run up to the masthead and tell me how they bear.’
They bore three points on the quarter: two and a half points on the quarter: Belle Poule had set her forestay-? sail and she had closed with the two-?decker: they were coming up hand over fist. The hails followed one another at steady intervals, and all the time the sun sank in the west. When at last Bonden reported the S?millante at extreme random-?shot of the rear of the line, Jack said to the signal-?midshipman, ‘Mr Lee, edge away one point; and get the next hoists ready: prepare to wear all together at the gun: course south-?east by east: van engage to windward on coming up, centre and rear to leeward.’
This was the aggressive manoeuvre of a commander eager to bring on a decisive action. Wearing would reverse the order of sailing and send the whole line fast and straight for the French squadron close-?hauled on the opposite tack- a line that would divide on coming up and threaten to take them between two fires. It would throw away the advantage of the wind, but he dared not tack all together- too dangerous an evolution by far in close order - and even this simultaneous wearing was dangerous enough, although a few minutes of edging away would make it safer. Indeed, Linois might well take it as a mark of confidence.
Now they had edged away from the wind; the line was slanting farther south, with the wind just before the beam. ‘Carry on, Mr Lee,’ he said, and turned to watch the repeating-?brig. The signals ran up aboard her, brisk and clear. ‘I must give the Indiamen time to make them out,’ he said, deliberately pacing to and fro. The slow-? match for the signal-?gun sent its acrid smoke across the deck, and he found his breath coming short: everything, everything, depended on this manoeuvre being carried out correctly. If they turned in a disordered heap, if there was irresolution, Linois would smoke his game and in five minutes he would be among them, firing both sides with his thirty-?six and twenty-?four-?pounders. Another turn: another. ‘Fire,’ he said. ‘All hands wear ship.’
Up and down the line of orders echoed, the bosuns’ pipes shrilled out. The ships began their turn, bringing the wind aft, right astern, on the larboard quarter, on to the beam and beyond, the yards coming round, round, and harder round until the whole line, with scarcely an irregularity, was close-?hauled on the larboard tack, each having turned in its place, so that now the Ocean led and the Alfred brought up the rear.
A beautifully-?executed evolution, almost faultless. ‘Mr Lee: make more sail: hoist colours.’ Blue, because Admiral Hervey in Bombay was a vice-?admiral of the blue. The Surprise, being under Admiralty orders, wore the white. Handsome colours, and imposing: but the speed of the line did not increase: ‘Signal: Ocean make more sail: repeat Ocean make more sail,’ cried Jack. ‘And give him two guns.’
Ahead of them now, and broad on the larboard bow, there was the French squadron in a rigid line, colours flying: the Admirals’ flag at the mizen. The two lines were drawing together at a combined speed of fourteen knots: in less than five minutes they would be within range.
Jack ran forward, and as he reached the forecastle Linois fired a gun. But a blank gun, a signal-?gun, and its smoke had hardly cleared before the French ships hauled their wind, heading north-?north-?west and declining the engagement.
Back on his quarterdeck Jack signalled tack in succession, and the line came about, stretching towards the setting sun. In the depths the ‘cello was still singing away, deep and meditative; and all at once the elusive name came to him - it was the Boccherini suite in D minor. He smiled, a great smile filled with many kinds of happiness. ‘Well, gentlemen,’ he said, ‘that was pretty creditable in the Indiamen, hey, hey?’
‘I should scarcely have believed it, sir,’ said Stourton. ‘Not a single ship fell foul of another. It was giving them time to edge away that did it, no doubt.’
‘Linois did not care for it,’ said Etherege. ‘But until the very last moment I did not think he would sheer off, night-?action or no night-?action.’
Harrowby said, ‘The Company officers are a well-?behaved set of men. Many of them are serious.’
Jack laughed aloud. Out of piety or superstition he would not even formulate the thought, ‘He mistook the situation: he has made his blunder’, far less put it into words: he touched a belaying-?pin and said, ‘He will spend the night plying to windward, while we lie to. His people will be worn out for the morning action. Ours must get all the rest we can manage: and food. Mr Stourton, since we have lost our purser, I must ask you to see to the serving-?out of the provisions. Let the men make a good hearty supper - there are some hams in my store-?room. Where is my steward? Pass the word for-’
‘Here I am sir, and have been a-?standing by the bitts this half-?glass and more,’ said Killick in his disagreeable injured whine, ‘a-?holding of this sanglewich and this here mug of wine.’
The burgundy went down more gratefully than any wine he had ever drunk, strengthening his heart, dispelling weariness.
‘So there is to he no battle after all?’ said the chaplain, moving from the shadows and addressing either Etherege or the master. ‘They appear to be slanting off at a great pace. Can it be timidity? I have often heard that the French are great cowards.’
