“He is a faithful fellow, certainly,” I thought, “but he has no chivalry in his composition.”
From the jabbering we heard around us, we found that the French prisoners had been brought on board, and Macquoid told us that every man who could be spared was employed in repairing the prize. Mr Lukyn had gone to take command of her, with Perigal as his second in command, and I was very glad to find that the old mate was unhurt.
Our prize was the Aigle. She carried six guns more than we had, and they were of heavier calibre. She was nearly three hundred tons larger, and her crew numbered a hundred men more than we had. We had beaten her because our men were better gunners, and had fired half as rapidly again as had her crew. We had lost fourteen killed and thirty wounded, and she thirty-four killed and sixty wounded.
“Ah! young gentlemen,” said Mr Johnson, who in the intervals of his labour paid us a visit, “it was as pretty a stand-up fight and as well won a battle as I ever heard of, or you’ll ever see probably.”
At length both frigates were refitted, and, as we understood, steering a course for old England. We three midshipmen found it rather dull work staying in our hammocks all day, as it was too dark to read, though we managed to sleep, as only midshipmen can sleep, and we agreed that we would get the boatswain, when he had leisure, to come and sit by us to go on with his history. We succeeded, and, seated on a bucket, he began:—
“Well, young gentlemen, flesh and blood wants some rest, though I can do more than most men in the way of work, and instead of taking a doze in my cabin I’ll indulge you, and the service shall not suffer. Ah, ah! let me see:—I was telling you of my childhood. I very soon grew up. I didn’t take long to do that. By the time I was fifteen I knew a thing or two, and there wasn’t a seaman aboard my father’s ship who could beat me at anything.”
“At pulling the long bow especially,” said a deep voice from one of the hammocks.
“Who spoke?” inquired Mr Johnson, turning round sharply. “I’ll tell you what, whoever you are, a man may shoot with a long bow, or a man may shoot with a short bow; but for my part I say a man has a right to use the weapon which suits him best; and so, Mr Bow-wo-wo, just bowse taut that jaw-tackle of yours, and don’t let’s hear any more of your pertinent remarks, I’ll thank ye, my bo.” Mr Johnson then continued, “At last, said my father one day to me—‘Jonathan, you are big enough and strong enough to go without leading strings, and the sooner a lad does that the better.’
“‘Yes, father, I am,’ said I, and I was, for I was six feet two inches high, and could knock over an ox with my fist, as I’d done many a time to save the butcher trouble.
“‘You must look out for a ship, my son,’ said my father.