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CHAPTER TWO - THE CARGO OF RICE

water in through the hole. Something must be done to plug the leak, and Hornblower's reading of the manuals of seamanship told him what it was.
`We must fother a sail and get it over that hole,' he announced. 'Call those Frenchmen over.'
To fother a sail was to make something like a vast hairy doormat out of it, by threading innumerable lengths of halfunravelled line through it. When this was done the sail would be lowered below the ship's bottom and placed against the hole. The inward pressure would then force the hairy mass so tightly against the hole that the entrance of water would be made at least much more difficult.
The Frenchmen were not quick to help in the task; it was no longer their ship, and they were heading for an English prison, so that even with their lives at stake they were somewhat apathetic. It topk time to get out a new topgallant sail - Hornblower felt that the stouter the canvas the better - and to set a party to work cutting lengths of line, threading them through, and unravelling them. The French captain looked at them squatting on the deck all at work.
`Five years I spent in a prison hulk in Portsmouth during the last war,' he said. `Five years.'
`Yes,' said Hornblower.
He might have felt sympathy, but he was not only preoccupied with his own problems but he was numb with cold. He not only had every intention if possible of escorting the French captain to England and to prison again but he also at that very moment intended to go below and appropriate some of his spare clothing.
Down below it seemed to Hornblower as if the noises all about him - the creaks and groans of a wooden ship at sea - were more pronounced than usual. The brig was riding easily enough hove-to, and yet the bulkheads down below were cracking and creaking as if the brig were racking herself to pieces in a storm. He dismissed the notion as a product of his over-stimulated imaginatioiz but by the time he had towelled

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