I asked Mr Johnson what he thought about the matter.
“Why, Mr Merry, look you, I never anticipate evil,” he answered, with an expression of countenance very different to what he put on when telling his wonderful yarns. “Time enough when it comes. ‘There’s many a slip between the cup and the lip,’ as you’ve heard say, and you’ll find it through life. The Frenchmen out there think that they are going to gulp us down, but they may find that they are mistaken.”
Fortunately the Aigle was a remarkably fast vessel, and though she could not carry all the canvas we did, we towed her along easily. The Hercules acted nobly, and followed like a huge bull-dog at our heels, ready to bear the brunt of the fight should the enemy come up with us. Still, as we looked at the overpowering numbers of the Frenchmen, there appeared but little prospect of our escaping. There were many speculations as to what we should do. One thing was certain, that our captain would not allow the Hercules to be taken without going to her assistance. I asked Mr Johnson what he thought about the matter.
“Why, just this, young gentleman,” he answered. “If the Frenchmen get near us, they’ll blow us out of the water, but they’ll have reason to be sorry that they ever made the attempt. They may have our bones, but they’ll get no flesh on them.”
The boatswain’s reply made me meditate a good deal. I wanted to enjoy, midshipman fashion, all the honour and glory I had gained, and I did not at all like the thoughts of being taken prisoner, and still less of being sent to the bottom with our colours flying—a very fine thing to do in theory, but practically excessively disagreeable. I hinted at my feelings to Mr Johnson.
“Very natural, Mr Merry,” he answered. “But, just think, if you were taken prisoner, how satisfactory it would be to make your escape, and if the ship were to go down or blow up, how pleasant it would be to find yourself swimming away safely to land. Follow my example. Draw nourishment from the toughest food. Did I ever tell you how I was once blown up a hundred fathoms at least, right into the air? When I came down again I plunged as deep into the sea, but I struck out and came to the surface, for I knew that I must help myself, as there was nobody who could help me. I got hold of six of my companions and towed them ashore, a couple of miles or so. Very few others escaped. Now, if I had given in, they and I would have been lost, and His Majesty’s service would have been deprived of one of the best bo’suns to be found in it. I say this without vanity—because it’s a fact.”
I found it difficult sometimes to ascertain whether Mr Johnson was really serious or joking.
The enemy were all this time chasing, and coming up rapidly with us. Even Captain Collyer looked anxious. We, however, were all ready for the fight we anticipated.
“If we can but keep well ahead of them till night comes on, we may give them the slip,” I heard the captain observe to Mr Bryan. “It may be more prudent on the present occasion to fly than to fight, but I am sure that every man will fight to the last if it comes to fighting.”
“That they will, sir. I never saw the people in better spirit,” answered the second lieutenant. “They are like a bull-dog with a captured bone. They are not inclined to yield it without a desperate tussle.”