"He can't know <strong>the</strong>y're planning to attack him," Wadsworth pointed out."If <strong>the</strong>y saw our fo'c'sle's being streng<strong>the</strong>ned," Downs said, "<strong>the</strong>y'll have guessed."And suppose <strong>the</strong> ships did not come? Saltonstall had very reluctantly agreed to make an attack, and suppose he changed his mind? Wadsworth's menwere now in line with <strong>the</strong> ships, meaning <strong>the</strong>y were between Mowat and McLean, and Wadsworth could see <strong>the</strong> red uniforms <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Royal Marines on <strong>the</strong>deck <strong>of</strong> HMS North. <strong>The</strong> fog was thickening and a first slow spatter <strong>of</strong> rain fell.<strong>The</strong>n a fair-haired girl came running from a house to throw her arms round James Fletcher's neck, and Wadsworth knew <strong>the</strong>y had arrived. He ordered<strong>the</strong> two guns to face <strong>the</strong> harbor, <strong>the</strong>ir job to open fire if any Royal Marines came from <strong>the</strong> ships. <strong>The</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> his men crouched in yards and orchards. <strong>The</strong>ywere a quarter mile from <strong>the</strong> fort's sou<strong>the</strong>astern bastion and hidden from it by a large cornfield. <strong>The</strong>y were in place. <strong>The</strong>y were ready. If McLean could see<strong>the</strong>m he took no apparent heed because none <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fort's guns fired, while <strong>the</strong> sloops' broadsides were now facing well away from <strong>the</strong> rebels. We gouphill from here, Wadsworth thought. Through <strong>the</strong> cornfield and across <strong>the</strong> open ground and over <strong>the</strong> ditch and up <strong>the</strong> wall and so to victory, and thatsounded easy, but <strong>the</strong>re would be round shot and grapeshot, screams and blood, smoke and volleys, death squirming in agony, men shrieking, steelsli<strong>the</strong>ring in guts, shit-soiled breeches, and <strong>the</strong> devil laughing as he rattled his dice."<strong>The</strong>y know we're here," Solomon Lovell had not spoken since <strong>the</strong>y left <strong>the</strong> high ground, but now, looking up at <strong>the</strong> flag flying above <strong>the</strong> fort, he soundednervous."<strong>The</strong>y know," Wadsworth said. "Captain Burke!" William Burke, <strong>the</strong> skipper <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> privateer Sky Rocket, had come with <strong>the</strong> soldiers and his duty nowwas to return and tell Commodore Saltonstall that <strong>the</strong> assault force was in position. Saltonstall had insisted that a seaman carry him that news, aninsistence that amused Wadsworth because it suggested <strong>the</strong> naval <strong>of</strong>ficer did not trust <strong>the</strong> army. "Are you satisfied we're in position, Mister Burke?"Wadsworth asked."I'm well satisfied, General.""<strong>The</strong>n pray tell <strong>the</strong> commodore we shall attack as soon as he opens fire.""Aye aye, sir," Burke said, and set <strong>of</strong>f westwards, escorted by four militiamen. A longboat waited for him beneath Dyce's Head. It would take an hour,Wadsworth thought, for <strong>the</strong> message to be delivered. It began to rain harder. Fog and rain on Friday <strong>the</strong> thirteenth, but at least Wadsworth was confidentthat, at long last, <strong>the</strong> ships would come.And <strong>the</strong> fort, with God's good help, would fall."We do nothing, <strong>of</strong> course," McLean said."Nothing?" John Moore asked."We could have a late luncheon, I suppose? I'm told <strong>the</strong>re's oxtail soup."Moore gazed down from <strong>the</strong> fort's sou<strong>the</strong>astern bastion. <strong>The</strong> rebels, at least four hundred <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m, were hidden somewhere close to <strong>the</strong> Fletcher house."We could send two companies to rout <strong>the</strong>m, sir," <strong>the</strong> lieutenant suggested."<strong>The</strong>y have a company <strong>of</strong> marines," McLean said, "you saw that.""<strong>The</strong>n four companies, sir.""Which is exactly what <strong>the</strong>y want us to do," McLean said. Rainwater dripped from <strong>the</strong> peaks <strong>of</strong> his cocked hat. "<strong>The</strong>y want us to weaken <strong>the</strong> garrison.""Because <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong>y'll attack from <strong>the</strong> heights?""I must assume so," McLean said. "I do like an oxtail soup, especially seasoned with a little sherry wine." McLean went cautiously down <strong>the</strong> short flight<strong>of</strong> steps from <strong>the</strong> bastion, helping himself with <strong>the</strong> blackthorn stick. "You'll serve with Captain Caffrae," he told Moore, "but do remember your o<strong>the</strong>r duty if<strong>the</strong> rebels should break through.""To destroy <strong>the</strong> oaths, sir?""Exactly that," McLean said, "but I assure you <strong>the</strong>y won't break through.""No?" Moore asked with a smile."Our enemies have made a mistake," McLean said, "and divided <strong>the</strong>ir force, and I dare believe that nei<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir contingents has <strong>the</strong> strength tobreak through our defense." He shook his head. "I do like it when <strong>the</strong> enemy does my work. <strong>The</strong>y're not soldiers, John, <strong>the</strong>y're not soldiers, but that doesn'tmean <strong>the</strong> fight will be easy. <strong>The</strong>y have a cause, and <strong>the</strong>y're ready to die for it. We'll win, but it will be hard work."<strong>The</strong> brigadier knew that <strong>the</strong> crisis had come and was just grateful that it had taken so long to arrive. Captain Mowat's message had said that <strong>the</strong> rebelships were at last determined to enter <strong>the</strong> harbor, and McLean now knew that <strong>the</strong> naval assault would be accompanied by a land attack. He expected <strong>the</strong>main body <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> rebels to come from <strong>the</strong> heights, and so he had posted <strong>the</strong> majority <strong>of</strong> his men on <strong>the</strong> western side <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fort, while three companies <strong>of</strong><strong>the</strong> 82nd were placed to defend against <strong>the</strong> attack by <strong>the</strong> men who had worked <strong>the</strong>ir way along <strong>the</strong> shore to conceal <strong>the</strong>mselves in <strong>the</strong> low ground. Thosethree companies were reinforced by naval cannon already loaded with grapeshot that could turn <strong>the</strong> ditch beyond <strong>the</strong> low eastern wall into a trenchslopping with blood. And it would be bloody. In ano<strong>the</strong>r hour or two McLean knew that Majabigwaduce would be besieged by noise, by <strong>the</strong> smoke <strong>of</strong>cannon and by <strong>the</strong> spite <strong>of</strong> musket-fire. Mowat's sloops would put up a stalwart defense, but <strong>the</strong>y would surely be destroyed or taken, and that was sad,yet <strong>the</strong>ir loss would not mean defeat. <strong>The</strong> important thing was to hold <strong>the</strong> fort and that McLean was determined to do, and so, though his <strong>of</strong>ficers yearnedto make a sally and attack <strong>the</strong> concealed rebels, he would keep his redcoats inside <strong>Fort</strong> George's walls and let <strong>the</strong> rebels come to die on his guns andbayonets.Because that was why he had built <strong>Fort</strong> George, to kill <strong>the</strong> king's enemies, and now those enemies were obliging him. And so he waited.It began to rain harder, a steady rain, pelting down almost vertically because <strong>the</strong> wind was so light. <strong>The</strong> fog moved in bands, thick sometimes, <strong>the</strong>nthinning, and at times whole swa<strong>the</strong>s <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> river were clear <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> fog to reveal a sullen gray water being dimpled by rain. <strong>The</strong> rainwater dripped fromyards and rigging to darken <strong>the</strong> warships' decks."You trust <strong>the</strong> army, Mister Burke?" Saltonstall asked."<strong>The</strong>y're in position, Commodore, and ready to go. Yes, sir, I trust <strong>the</strong>m.""<strong>The</strong>n I suppose we must indulge <strong>the</strong>m."Five rebel ships would sail into Majabigwaduce Harbor. <strong>The</strong> General Putnam would lead <strong>the</strong> attack, closely followed by <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren and <strong>the</strong> NewHampshire ship, Hampden. <strong>The</strong> Charming Sally and <strong>the</strong> Black Prince would come behind those three leading vessels.It had been Saltonstall's idea to send <strong>the</strong> General Putnam first. She was a large, well-built ship that carried a score <strong>of</strong> nine-pounder cannons, and herorders were to sail directly at Mowat's line and <strong>the</strong>n turn upwind to anchor opposite <strong>the</strong> sou<strong>the</strong>rnmost sloop, <strong>the</strong> Nautilus. Once anchored, <strong>the</strong> GeneralPutnam would hammer <strong>the</strong> Nautilus with her broadside while <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren, with her much larger guns, came into line opposite <strong>the</strong> British flagship, <strong>the</strong>Albany. <strong>The</strong> Hampden, with her mix <strong>of</strong> nine-pounder and six-pounder cannon, would <strong>the</strong>n take on <strong>the</strong> North while <strong>the</strong> two remaining ships would use <strong>the</strong>irbroadsides to pound <strong>the</strong> fort."He wants us dead," Thomas Reardon, first lieutenant <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> General Putnam, commented."But it makes sense to send us in first," Daniel Waters, <strong>the</strong> skipper, said bleakly."To kill us?""<strong>The</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren's our most powerful ship. No point in having her half-beaten to death before she opens fire.""So we're to be half-beaten to death instead?""Yes," Waters said, "because that's our duty. Hands to <strong>the</strong> capstan.""He's saving his skin, that's <strong>the</strong> only sense it makes.""That's enough! Capstan!"Capstans creaked as <strong>the</strong> anchors were hauled. <strong>The</strong> topgallantsails were released first, showering water onto <strong>the</strong> decks, which had been scattered withsand to give <strong>the</strong> gunners firm footing on planks that would become slippery with blood. <strong>The</strong> guns were double-shotted. <strong>The</strong> three leading vessels allcarried marines whose muskets would harry <strong>the</strong> enemy gunners.<strong>The</strong> crews <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r ships cheered as <strong>the</strong> five attacking vessels got under way. Commodore Saltonstall watched approvingly as his flying jib wasraised and backed to turn <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren away from <strong>the</strong> wind, <strong>the</strong>n as <strong>the</strong> jib and foretopmast staysail were hoisted and sheeted hard home. <strong>The</strong> topgallantscaught <strong>the</strong> small wind, and Lieutenant Fenwick ordered <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r topsails released. Men slid down rigging, ran along yards, and fought with rain-tightenedbindings to loose <strong>the</strong> big sails that scattered more gallons <strong>of</strong> rainwater that had been trapped within <strong>the</strong> canvas folds. "Sheet <strong>the</strong>m hard!" Fenwick called.And <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren was moving. She even heeled slightly to <strong>the</strong> fitful wind. At her stern <strong>the</strong> snake ensign flew from <strong>the</strong> mizzen gaff, while <strong>the</strong> Stars andStripes were unfurled at her maintop, <strong>the</strong> proud colors bright in <strong>the</strong> drab rain and drifts <strong>of</strong> fog. Israel Trask, <strong>the</strong> boy fifer, played on <strong>the</strong> frigate's forecastle.He began with <strong>the</strong> "Rogue's March" because it was a jaunty tune, a melody to make men dance or fight. <strong>The</strong> gunners had scarves tied about <strong>the</strong>ir ears todull <strong>the</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cannon and most, even though it was a chill day, were stripped to <strong>the</strong> waist. If <strong>the</strong>y were wounded <strong>the</strong>y did not want a musket-ball or
timber splinter to drive cloth into <strong>the</strong> flesh, for every man knew that invited gangrene. <strong>The</strong> cannon were black in <strong>the</strong> rain. Saltonstall liked a spick-and-spanship, but he had never<strong>the</strong>less permitted <strong>the</strong> gunners to chalk <strong>the</strong> guns' barrels. "Death to Kings," one said, "Liberty forever" was written on ano<strong>the</strong>r, while athird, somewhat mysteriously, just said "Damn <strong>the</strong> Pope," a sentiment which seemed irrelevant to <strong>the</strong> day's business, but which so accorded with <strong>the</strong>commodore's own prejudices that he had allowed <strong>the</strong> slogan to stay."A point to starboard," Saltonstall said to <strong>the</strong> helmsman."Aye aye, sir, point to starboard it is," <strong>the</strong> helmsman said, and made no correction. He knew what he was doing, and he knew too that <strong>the</strong> commodorewas nervous, and nervous <strong>of</strong>ficers were prone to give unnecessary orders. <strong>The</strong> helmsman would keep <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren behind <strong>the</strong> General Putnam, closebehind, so close that <strong>the</strong> frigate's jib-boom almost touched <strong>the</strong> smaller ship's ensign. <strong>The</strong> harbor entrance was now a quarter mile away. Men were wavingfrom <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> Dyce's Head. O<strong>the</strong>r men watched from Cross Island where <strong>the</strong> American flag flew. No guns fired. A rift <strong>of</strong> fog drifted across <strong>the</strong> harborcenter, half-shrouding <strong>the</strong> British ships. <strong>The</strong> fort was not visible yet. <strong>The</strong>re was a whisper <strong>of</strong> wind, just enough so that <strong>the</strong> ships picked up speed and <strong>the</strong>sea at <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren's cutwater made a small splashing noise. Two knots, maybe two and a half, Saltonstall thought, and one nautical mile to go before <strong>the</strong>wheel spun to lay <strong>the</strong> frigate's broadside opposite <strong>the</strong> Albany. <strong>The</strong> forecastle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren looked ugly because <strong>the</strong> marines had erected barricades <strong>of</strong>logs to protect <strong>the</strong>mselves against <strong>the</strong> enemy's fire. And that fire would begin as soon as <strong>the</strong> frigate passed Dyce's Head, but most <strong>of</strong> it would be aimedat <strong>the</strong> General Putnam and for half a nautical mile <strong>the</strong> General Putnam must endure that fire without being able to answer it. At two knots that half nauticalmile would be covered in fifteen minutes. Each British gun would fire six or seven shots in that time. So at least three hundred shots would beat <strong>the</strong>General Putnam's bows, which Captain Waters had reinforced with heavy timbers. Saltonstall knew that some men despised him for letting <strong>the</strong> GeneralPutnam take that beating, but what sense did it make to sacrifice <strong>the</strong> largest ship in <strong>the</strong> fleet? <strong>The</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren was <strong>the</strong> monarch <strong>of</strong> this bay, <strong>the</strong> only frigateand <strong>the</strong> only ship with eighteen-pounder cannons, and it would be foolish to let <strong>the</strong> enemy cripple her with three hundred round shot before she wascapable <strong>of</strong> unleashing her terrifying broadside.And what good would this attack do anyway? Saltonstall felt a pulse <strong>of</strong> anger that he was being asked to do this thing. Lovell should have attacked andtaken <strong>the</strong> fort days ago! <strong>The</strong> Continental Navy was having to do <strong>the</strong> Massachusetts Militia's job, and Lovell, damn him, must have complained to hismasters in Boston who had persuaded <strong>the</strong> Navy Board <strong>the</strong>re to send Saltonstall a reprimand. What did <strong>the</strong>y know? <strong>The</strong>y were not here! <strong>The</strong> task was tocapture <strong>the</strong> fort, not sink three sloops, which, once <strong>the</strong> fort was taken, were doomed anyway. So good marines and fine sailors must die because Lovellwas a nervous idiot. "He's not fitted to be elected town Hog Reeve," Saltonstall sneered."Sir?" <strong>the</strong> helmsman asked."Nothing," <strong>the</strong> commodore snapped."By <strong>the</strong> mark three!" a seaman called from <strong>the</strong> beakhead, casting a lead-weighted line to discover <strong>the</strong> depth."We've plenty <strong>of</strong> water, sir," <strong>the</strong> helmsman said encouragingly. "I remember from <strong>the</strong> last time we poked our nose in.""Quiet, damn your eyes," Saltonstall snapped"Quiet it is, sir."<strong>The</strong> General Putnam was almost abreast <strong>of</strong> Dyce Head now. <strong>The</strong> wind faltered, though <strong>the</strong> ships kept <strong>the</strong>ir way. On board <strong>the</strong> British ships <strong>the</strong> gunnerswould be crouching behind <strong>the</strong>ir barrels to make sure <strong>the</strong>ir aim was true."Commodore, sir!" Midshipman Ferraby shouted from <strong>the</strong> taffrail."What is it?""Signal from <strong>the</strong> Diligent, sir. Strange sail in sight."Saltonstall turned. <strong>The</strong>re, far to <strong>the</strong> south, just emerging from a band <strong>of</strong> fog which half-obscured Long Island, was his guard ship, <strong>the</strong> Diligent, with signalflags bright at a yardarm. "Ask how many sail," he ordered."It says three ships, sir.""Why <strong>the</strong> hell didn't you say so <strong>the</strong> first time, you damned fool? What ships are <strong>the</strong>y?""He doesn't know, sir.""<strong>The</strong>n send an order telling him to find out!" Saltonstall barked, <strong>the</strong>n took <strong>the</strong> speaking trumpet from its hook on <strong>the</strong> binnacle. He put <strong>the</strong> trumpet to hismouth. "Wear ship!" he bellowed, <strong>the</strong>n turned back to <strong>the</strong> signal midshipman. "Mister Ferraby, you damned fool, make a signal to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r attack shipsthat <strong>the</strong>y are to return to <strong>the</strong> anchorage!""We're going back, sir?" Lieutenant Fenwick was driven to ask."Don't you be a damned fool as well. Of course we're going back! We do nothing till we know who <strong>the</strong>se strangers are!"And so <strong>the</strong> attack was suspended. <strong>The</strong> rebel ships turned away, <strong>the</strong>ir sails flapping like monstrous wet wings. Three strange ships were in sight, whichmeant reinforcements had arrived.But reinforcements for whom?
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