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CHAPTER TEN - THE DUCHESS AND THE DEVIL

more likely that Le Reve had overhauled the Spanish fleet under its nightly short canvas and had sailed forward into the middle of it. It was a problem what to do next in that case, to shorten sail, or to heave to, and let the Spaniards get ahead of them again, or to clap on sail to pass through. But the passage of the minutes brought clear proof that fleet and sloop were on practically the same course, as otherwise they could hardly fail to pass some ship close. As long as the mist held they were safest as they were.
But that was hardly to be expected with the coming of day.
`Can't we alter course, sir?' asked Winyatt. `Wait,' said Hornblower.
In the faint growing light he had seen shreds of denser mist blowing past them - a clear indication that they could not hope for continuous fog. At that moment they ran out of a fog bank into a clear patch of water.
`There she is, by God !' said Hunter.
Both officers and seamen began to move about in sudden panic.
`Stand still, damn you!' rasped Hornblower, his nervous tension releasing itself in the fierce monosyllables.
Less than a cable's length away a three-decked ship of the line was standing along parallel to them on their starboard side. Ahead and on the port side could be seen the outlines, still shadowy, of other battleships. Nothing could save them if they drew attention to themselves; all that could be done was to keep going as if they had as much right there as the ships of the line. It was possible that in the happy-go-lucky Spanish navy the officer of the watch over there did not know that no sloop like Le Beve was attached to the fleet - or even possibly by a miracle there might be one. Le Rive was French built and French rigged, after all. Side by side Le keve and the battleship sailed over the lumpy sea. They were within pointblank range of fifty big guns, when one well-aimed shot would sink them. Hunter was uttering filthy curses under his breath,

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