"Here comes the breeze. Round with the yards, or we shall be taken aback."
The yards creaked round; the sea grew crisp around them; the hot air swept their cheeks, tightened every rope, filled every sail, bent her over. A cheer burst from the men as the helm went up. and they staggered away before the wind, right down upon the Spaniard, who lay still becalmed.
"There is more behind, Amyas," said Cary. "Shall we not shorten sail a little?"
"No. Hold on every stitch," said Amyas. "Give me the helm, man. Boatswain, pipe away to clear for fight."
It was done, and in ten minutes the men were all at quarters, while the thunder rolled louder and louder overhead, and the breeze freshened fast.
"The dog has it now. There he goes!" said Cary.
"Right before the wind. He has no liking to face us."
"He is running into the jaws of destruction," said Yeo. "An hour more will send him either right up the Channel, or smack on shore somewhere."
"There! he has put his helm down. I wonder if he sees land?"
"He is like a March hare beat out of his country," said Cary, "and don't know whither to run next."
Cary was right. In ten minutes more the Spaniard fell off again, and went away dead down wind, while the Vengeance gained on him fast. After two hours more, the four miles had diminished to one, while the lightning flashed nearer and nearer as the storm came up; and from the vast mouth of a black cloud-arch poured so fierce a breeze that Amyas yielded unwillingly to hints which were growing into open murmurs and bade shorten sail.
On they rushed with scarcely lessened speed, the black arch following fast, curtained by one flat, gray sheet of pouring rain, before which the water was boiling in a long white line; while every moment behind the watery veil, a keen blue spark leapt down into the sea, or darted zigzag through the rain.
"We shall have it now, and with a vengeance; this will try your tackle, master," said Cary.
The functionary answered with a shrug, and turned up the collar of his rough frock, as the first drops flew stinging round his ears. Another minute and the squall burst full upon them, in rain, which cut like hail—hail which lashed the sea into froth, and wind which whirled off the heads of the surges, and swept the waters into one white seething waste. And above them, and behind them, and before them, the lightning leapt and ran, dazzling and blinding, while the deep roar of the thunder was changed to sharp ear-piercing cracks.
"Get the arms and ammunition under cover, and then below with you all," shouted Amyas from the helm.
"And heat the pokers in the galley fire," said Yeo, "to be ready if the rain puts our linstocks out. I hope you'll let me stay on deck, sir, in case"
