Hornblower and the Atropos. C. S. Forester

“Come in,” he called.

It was Jones. His glance took in the quill in Hornblower’s fingers, and the inkwell and papers on the table before him.

“Your pardon, sir,” he said. “I hope I don’t come too late.”

“What is it?” asked Hornblower; he had little sympathy for Jones and his undetermined manners.

“If you are going to send a report to the Admiralty, sir — and I suppose you are, sir —”

“Yes, of course I am.”

“I don’t know if you’re going to mention my name, sir — I don’t want to ask if you are, sir — I don’t want to presume —”

If Jones was soliciting a special mention of himself in the Admiralty letter he would get none at all.

“What is it you’re saying to me, Mr. Jones?”

“It’s only that my name’s a common one, sir. John Jones, sir. There are twelve John Jones’s in the lieutenants’ list, sir. I didn’t know if you knew, sir, but I am John Jones the Ninth. That’s how I’m known at the Admiralty, sir. If you didn’t say that, perhaps —”

“Very well, Mr. Jones. I understand. You can rely on me to see that justice is done.”

“Thank you, sir.”

With Jones out of the way Hornblower sighed a little, looked at his report, and drew a fresh sheet towards him. There was no chance of inserting “the Ninth” legibly after the mention of Jones’s name. The only thing to do was to take a fresh sheet and write it all over again. An odd occupation for a bloodthirsty tyrant.

Chapter IX

Hornblower watched with a keen eye his crew at work as they took in sail while Atropos came gliding into Gibraltar Bay. He could call them well‑drilled now. The long beat down the Channel, the battles with the Biscay gales, had made a correlated team of there. There was no confusion and only the minimum number of orders. The men came hurrying off the yards; he saw two figures swing themselves on to the main backstays and come sliding down all the way from the masthead, disdaining to use the shrouds and ratlines. They reached the deck simultaneously and stood grinning at each other for a moment — clearly they had been engaged in a race. One was Smiley, the midshipman of the maintop. The other — His Serene Highness the Prince of Seitz‑Bunau. That boy had improved beyond all expectation. If ever he should sit on his throne again in his princely German capital he would have strange memories to recall.

But this was not the time for a captain to let his attention wander.

“Let go, Mr. Jones! ” he hailed, and the anchor fell, dragging the grumbling hawser out through the hawsehole; Hornblower watched while Atropos took up on her cable and then rode to her anchor. She was in her assigned berth; Hornblower looked up at the towering Rock and over at the Spanish shore. Nothing seemed to have changed since the last time — so many years ago — that he had come sailing into Gibraltar Bay. The sun was shining down on him, and it was good to feel this Mediterranean sun again, even though there was little warmth in it during this bleak winter weather.

“Call away my gig, if you please, Mr. Jones.”

Hornblower ran below to gird on his sword and to take the better of his two cocked hats out of its tin case so as to make himself as presentable as possible when he went ashore to pay his official calls. There was a very decided thrill in the thought that soon he would be reading the orders that would carry him forward into the next phase of his adventures — adventures possibly; more probably the mere dreariness of beating about on eternal blockade duty outside a French port.

Yet in Collingwood’s orders to him, when he came to read them, there was a paragraph which left him wondering what his fate was to be.

You will take into your ship Mr. William McCullum, of the Honourable East India Company’s Service, together with his native assistants, and you will give them passage when, in obedience to the first paragraph of these orders, you come to join me.

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