'How does she sail?' he inquired.

'Well enough,' Fanshaw said, his tone implying he was speaking from a wealth of experience of all types of ships.

As soon as Fanshaw was seated on the settee, Ramage inquired: 'And what brings you from across the water?'

'From the Admiral.' Fanshaw produced a letter, and his voice told Ramage all he needed to know about its contents.

Putting it carelessly in his pocket he said: 'I have to go on shore to see the military commander. Would you care to come?'

When Fanshaw nodded cautiously, Ramage picked up the 'report he'd written for Admiral Robinson the previous day, outlining how the privateers had been captured, and led the way on deck.

Colonel Wilson had been watching from the Fortress and was waiting on the battlements when Ramage arrived, his face flushed with pleasure, and before Ramage could say a word exclaimed:

'I knew it, I knew it I So they're the villains, are they------'

he pointed to the two privateers, which Gorton had now secured alongside in the careenage below. 'We hope old Fishpot's watching from Government House! Now, come along to my office and tell me all about it!'

Glancing at Fanshaw occasionally, Ramage told Wilson the whole story, and while the Colonel frequently slapped the top of his desk with glee, the Lieutenant's face was getting longer and longer. As Ramage finished, he said to Wilson, 'I wonder if you'll excuse me a moment—Lieutenant Fanshaw brought me a letter from the Commander-in-Chief.'

'I know he did,' Wilson said sourly, 'he's been pestering me for the past couple of days to find out what's been going on.'

Ramage broke the seal and began reading. The letter was curt, telling him of the Admiral's extreme displeasure at not having received a report from Ramage indicating that he was carrying out his orders to find and destroy the privateers, and giving him—Ramage hurriedly recalled the date—another five days. If the orders were not carried out by then he was to sail at once for Barbados and report on board the Prince of Wales. Knowing his reaction would be reported to the Admiral, Ramage managed to keep his face impassive. He folded the letter slowly and put it in his pocket, taking out his report.

He tossed it to Fanshaw.

'You'd better get under way at once and deliver that.'

Fanshaw glanced at the superscription and said without thinking:

'That's for me to decide!'

'Do you have orders to the contrary from the Admiral?' Ramage demanded.

'Well—no, not exactly.'

'Then you'd better sail at once or give me your reasons in writing why you refuse.'

'But------'

'What's your seniority?'

'Oh, all right. But I'll have to------'

'—Tell the Admiral you refused to sail with an urgent despatch? Yes, do that by all means.'

Fanshaw stood up, said a stiff good-bye to the Colonel, nodded to Ramage and left the room.

'Pompous young ass,' Wilson commented as the door shut. 'Isn't La Merlette the slaver you captured?'

Ramage nodded.

'And I'll bet that lad was fetching and carrying for the Admiral, waiting for a plum to ripen and fall in his lap.'

Ramage grinned. 'You seem to know a lot about the ways of the Navy.'

'Hmm,' Wilson growled, 'favouritism's not the Navy's monopoly. By the way, the Fishpot's very cross with you.'

'I guessed as much.'

'Hardly a surprise to me, either. Gave him your letter and he stamped and shouted. Reckoned he should have been consulted before you sailed. Told him I couldn't agree.'

'Thanks.'

Wilson waved a hand. 'Pleasure was mine. Anyway, he wrote a report and sent it off to Admiral Robinson—hired one of Rondin's schooners. She must have passed La Merlette on the way.'

'Fine—he's done me a good turn I'

Wilson looked puzzled until Ramage said: 'Fanshaw brought me a stiff reprimand for not having caught the privateers yet and giving me another five days. Then I must report on board the flagship. So with the Admiral already angry, Sir Jason's letter will make him livid. Then Fanshaw turns up with my despatch!'

The Colonel laughed, his whole body shaking.

'Well, your next orders should be more to your liking, anyway.'

'Why?'

'My dear chap—he was all ready to make you the scapegoat. Suddenly you succeed in doing what he thought was impossible. He'll make sure he gets the credit in London— that's the prerogative of a Commander-in-Chief. But he'll be .anxious to make sure that no one saw through his little scheme. And in case you had any suspicions you can be sure he'll give you new orders that'll leave you happy—and grate full'

'I hope you're right, sir.'

'Well, I suppose we'd better be getting up the hill to tell Sir Jason his Golden Fleece is safe from moths and freebooters.'

'I was wondering------'

'I have the letter here,' Wilson interrupted, opening a drawer. 'She's well and still staying with us. I don't think she's had a proper night's sleep, worrying and fretting, but the minute your armada was sighted I sent word to her.'

He slid the letter across to Ramage who looked at it nervously.

'I should open it,' Wilson said banteringly offering him a paper-knife, 'it won't explode.'