“Captain Calhoun, eh!” he remarked mockingly, and bowed satirically. “Well, you’ve played a strong game, and you’ve plunged us into great difficulty.”
Dyck did not lose his opportunity. “Happily, I’ve done what I planned to do when we left the Thames, admiral,” he said. “We came to get the chance of doing what, by favour of fate, we have accomplished. Now, sir, as I’m under arrest, and the ship which I controlled has done good service, may I beg that the Ariadne’s personnel shall have amnesty, and that I alone be made to pay—if that must be—for the mutiny at the Nore.”
The admiral nodded. “We know of your breaking away from the mutinous fleet, and of their firing on you as you passed, and that is in your favour. I can also say this: that bringing the ship here was masterly work, for I understand there were no officers on the Ariadne. She always had the reputation of being one of the best-trained ships in the navy, and she has splendidly upheld that reputation. How did you manage it, Mr. Calhoun?”
Dyck briefly told how the lieutenants were made, and how he himself had been enormously indebted to Greenock, the master of the ship, and all the subordinate officers.
The admiral smiled sourly. “I have little power until I get instructions from the Admiralty, and that will take some time. Meanwhile, the Ariadne shall go on as she is, and as if she were—and had been from the first, a member of my own squadron.”
Dyck bowed, explained what reforms he had created in the food and provisions of the Ariadne, and expressed a hope that nothing should be altered. He said the ship had proved herself, chiefly because of his reforms.
“Besides, she’s been badly hammered. She’s got great numbers of wounded and dead, and for many a day the men will be busy with repairs.”
“For a man without naval experience, for a mutineer, an ex-convict and a usurper, you’ve done quite well, Mr. Calhoun; but my instructions were, if I captured your ship, and you fell into my hands, to try you, and hang you.”
At this point Captain Ivy intervened.
“Sir,” he said, “the instructions you received were general. They could not anticipate the special service which the Ariadne has rendered to the king’s fleet. I have known Mr. Calhoun; I have visited at his father’s house; I was with him on his journey to Dublin, which was the beginning of his bad luck. I would beg of you, sir, to give Mr. Calhoun his parole on sea and land until word comes from the Admiralty as to what, in the circumstances, his fate shall be.”