“Pick up the crew of the cutter, Mr. Hethcote, and return on board at once,” Captain Stuart shouted; the engines of the “Falcon” at once began to move, and the captain interposed the ship between the nearest battery and the boats, and a few seconds later her heavy guns, which had previously been got ready for action, opened upon the forts.  In two minutes the boats were alongside with all hands, save one of the cutter’s crew who had been cut in two by the round shot.  The men, leaving the boats towing alongside, rushed to the guns, and the heavy fire of the “Falcon” speedily silenced her opponents.  Then, as his object was to reconnoitre, not to fight, Captain Stuart steamed out to sea.  He was determined, however, to obtain further information respecting the bay, which appeared to him one adapted for the purpose of landing.

“I will keep off till nightfall, Mr. Hethcote.  We will then run in as close as we dare, showing no lights, and I will then ask you to take a boat with muffled oars to row to the village.  Make your way among the houses as quietly as possible, and seize a couple of fishermen and bring them off with you.  Our interpreter will be able to find out from them at any rate, general details as to the depth of water and the nature of the anchorage.”

“Who shall I take with me, sir?”

“The regular gig’s crew and Mr. Simmonds.  He has passed, and it may give him a chance of promotion.  I think, by the way, you may as well take the launch also; it carries a gun.  Do not let the men from it land, but keep her lying a few yards off shore to cover your retreat if necessary.  Mr. Pascoe will command it.”

There was a deep but quiet excitement among the men when at nightfall the vessel’s head was again turned towards shore, and the crews of the gig and launch told to hold themselves in readiness.  Cutlasses were sharpened and pistols cleaned.  Not less was the excitement in the midshipmen’s berth, where it was known that Simmonds was to go in the gig; but no one knew who was to accompany the launch.  However, Jack turned out to be the lucky one, Mr. Pascoe being probably glad to please the first lieutenant by selecting his relation, although that officer would not himself have shown favoritism on his behalf.

It was about eleven o’clock when the “Falcon” approached her former position, or rather to a point a mile seaward of it as nearly as the master could bring her, for the night was extremely dark and the land scarcely visible.  Not a light was shown, not a voice raised on board, and the only sound heard was the gentle splash of the paddles as they revolved at their slowest rate of speed.  The falls had been greased, the rowlocks muffled, and the crew took their places in perfect silence.

“You understand, Mr. Hethcote,” were Captain Stuart’s last words, “that you are not to attempt a landing if there is the slightest opposition.”