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CHAPTER SEVEN - THE SPANISH GALLEYS

Hornblower handed them over, and as he waited for them to be examined, the left-hand face suddenly spoke. `You are close-hauled on the port tack, Mr Hornblower, beating up channel with a nor-easterly wind blowing hard, with Dover hearing north two miles. Is that clear?'
`Yes, sir.'
`Now the wind veers four points and takes you flat aback. What do you do, sir? What do you do?'
Hornblower's mind, if it was thinking about anything at all at that moment, was thinking about rhumb lines; this question took him as much aback as the situation it envisaged. His mouth opened and shut, but there was no word he could say.
`By now you're dismasted,' said the middle face - a swarthy face; Hornblower was making the deduction that it must belong to Black Charlie Hammond. He could think about that even if he could not force his mind to think at all about his examination.
'Dismasted,' said the left-hand face, with a smile like Nero enjoying a Christian's death agony. `With Dover cliffs under your lee. You are in serious trouble, Mr - ah - Hornblower.'
Serious indeed. Hornblower's mouth opened and shut again. His dulled mind heard, without paying special attention to it, the thud of a cannon shot somewhere not too far off. The board passed no remark on it either, but a moment later there came a series of further cannon shots which brought the three captains to their feet. Unceremoniously they rushed out of the cabin, sweeping out of the way the sentry at the door. Hornblower followed them; they arrived in the waist just in time to see a rocket soar up into the night sky and burst in a shower of red stars. It was the general alarm; over the water of the anchorage they could hear the drums rolling as all the ships present beat to quarters. On the portside gangway the remainder of the candidates were clustered, speaking excitedly.
`See there !' said a voice.
Across half a mile of dark water a yellow light grew until

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