csf.thecommodore-第20节
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chancey； literally hit…or…miss。 Mortar…fire from a bomb…vessel was the uttermost refinement of naval gunnery； brought to a high degree of perfection； although it was only a bastard offshoot。 The high trajectory and the low muzzle velocity of the projectile； and the avoidance of the disturbing factor of irregularities in the bore of the gun； made it possible to drop the shell with amazing accuracy。
〃If you'll excuse me； sir；〃 said Mound； 〃I'll go forrard。 I like to cut my fuses myself。〃
〃I'll e with you；〃 said Hornblower。
The two mortars were like big cauldrons in the eyes of the bomb…ketch。
〃Eleven hundred yards；〃 said Mound。 〃We'll try a pound and three…quarters of powder； Mr Jones。〃
〃Aye aye； sir。〃
The powder was made up in cartridges of a pound； half a pound； and a quarter of a pound。 The midshipman tore open one of each size； and poured the contents into the starboard…side mortar； and pressed it home with an enormous wad of felt； Mound had a measuring rule in his hand； and was looking up at the sky in a calculating way。 Then he bent over one of the big shells； and with a pair of scissors he cut the fuse with profound care。
〃One and eleven sixteenths； sir；〃 he said； apologetically。 〃Don't know why I decided on that。 The fuse burns at different speeds according to the weather； and that seems right for now。 Of course we don't want the shell to burst in the air； but if you have too long a fuse some Frog may get to it and put it out before it bursts。〃
〃Naturally；〃 said Hornblower。
The big shell was lifted up and placed in the muzzle of the mortar； a few inches down； the bore narrowed abruptly； leaving a distinct step inside； on which the bold belt round the shell rested with reassuring solidity。 The curve of the thirteen…inch shell； with the fuse protruding； was just level with the rim of the muzzle。
〃Hoist the red swallowtail；〃 called Mound； raising his voice to reach the ears of the master's mate aft。
Hornblower turned and looked through his glass at Clam； anchored in the shallows a couple of miles away。 It was under his personal supervision that this code of signals had been arranged； and he felt a keen anxiety that it should function correctly。 Signals might easily be misunderstood。 A red swallowtail mounted to the Clam's peak。
〃Signal acknowledged； sir；〃 called the master's mate。
Mound took hold of the smouldering linstock； and applied it to the fuse of the shell。 After a moment the fuse took fire； spluttering feebly。
〃One； two； three； four； five；〃 counted Mound； slowly； while the fuse still spluttered。 Apparently he left himself a five…second margin in case the fuse burnt unsatisfactorily and had to be relit。
Then he pressed the linstock into the touch…hole of the mortar； and it went off with a roar。 Standing immediately behind the mortar； Hornblower could see the shell rise； its course marked by the spark of the burning fuse。 Up and up it went； higher and higher； and then it disappeared as it began its downward flight at right angles now to the line of sight。 They waited； and they waited； and nothing more happened。
〃Miss；〃 said Mound。 〃Haul down the red swallowtail。〃
〃White pendant from Clam； sir；〃 called the master's mate。
〃That means 'range too great'；〃 said Mound。 〃A pound and a half of powder this time； please； Mr Jones。〃
Moth had two red swallowtails hoisted； and two were hoisted in reply by Clam。 Hornblower had foreseen the possibility of confusion； and had settled that signals to do with Moth should always be doubled。 Then there would be no chance of Harvey making corrections for Moth's mistakes； or vice versa。 Moth's mortar roared out； its report echoing over the water。 From the Harvey they could see nothing of the flight of the shell。
〃Double yellow flag from Clam； sir。〃
〃That means Moth's shell dropped short；〃 said Mound。 〃Hoist our red swallowtail。〃
Again he fired the mortar； again the spark of the fuse soared towards the sky and disappeared； and again nothing more happened。
〃White pendant from Clam； sir。〃
〃Too long again？〃 said Mound； a little puzzled。 〃I hope they're not cross…eyed over there。〃
Moth fired again； and was rewarded by a double white pendant from Clam。 This shell had passed over； when her preceding one had fallen short。 It should be easy for Moth to find the target now。 Mound was checking the bearing of the target。
〃Still pointing straight at her；〃 he grumbled。 〃Mr Jones； take one half a quarter…pound from that pound and a half。〃
Hornblower was trying to imagine what the captain of the Blanchefleur was doing at that moment on his own side of the sandspit。 Probably until the very moment when the bomb…ketches opened fire he had felt secure； imagining that nothing except a direct assault on the battery could imperil him。 But now shells must be dropping quite close to him； and he was unable to reply or defend himself in any active way。 It would be hard for him to get under way； he had anchored his ship at the far end of the long narrow lagoon。 The exit near him was shoal water too shallow even for a skiff … as the breakers showed … and with the wind as it was at present it was impossible for him to try to beat up the channel again closer to the battery。 He must be regretting having dropped so far to leeward before anchoring： presumably he had done so to secure himself the better from the claws of a cutting…out attack。 With boats or by kedging he might be able to haul his ship slowly up to the battery； near enough for its guns to be able to keep the bomb…ketches out of mortar…range。
〃Red swallowtail at the dip； sir！〃 reported the master's mate excitedly。
That meant that the shell had fallen short but close。
〃Put in two pinches more； Mr Jones；〃 said Mound。
Moth's mortar roared out again； but this time they saw the shell burst； apparently directly above the Blanchefleur's mastheads。 They saw the big ball of smoke； and the sound of the explosion came faintly back to them on the wind。 Mound shook his head gravely； either Duncan over there had not cut his fuse correctly or it had burnt away more rapidly than usual。 Two blue flags at Clam's peak indicated that the fall of Moth's shot had been unobserved … the signalling system was still functioning correctly。 Then Mound bent his gangling body over and applied the linstock to fuse and touch…hole。 The mortar roared； some freak of ballistics sent a fragment of blazing wad close over Hornblower's head； making him duck while the smoke billowed round him； but as he looked up again he just caught sight of the spark of the fuse high up against the sky； poised at the top of its trajectory； before it disappeared from sight in its swift downward swoop。 Hornblower； Mound； Jones； the whole mortar's crew stood waiting tensely for the shell to end its flight。 Then over the rim of the sand…dune they saw a hint of white smoke； and the sound of the bursting shell came back to them directly afterwards。
〃I think we've hit her； sir；〃 said Mound； with elaborate carelessness。
〃Black ball at Clam's masthead； sir！〃 shouted the master's mate。
That meant a hit。 A thirteen…inch shell； soaring that immense distance into the air； had e plunging down onto Blanchefleur's decks and had exploded。 Hornblower could not imagine what destruction it might cause。
〃Both mortars together； now；〃 snapped Mound； throwing aside all lackadaisical pose。 〃Jump to it； you men。〃
Two white pendants at the dip from Clam meant that Moth's next shot had fallen close but too far。 Then both of Harvey's mortars roared … the little ketch dipped and plunged as the violence of the recoil forced her bows down。 Up went the black ball to Clam's masthead。
〃Another hit！〃 exulted Mound。
Blanchefleur's topmasts； seen over the dunes； suddenly began to separate。 She was turning round … her desperate crew was trying to tow her or kedge her back up the channel。
〃Please God we wreck her before she gets away！〃 said Mound。 〃Why in hell doesn't Moth fire？〃
Hornblower watched him closely； the temptation to fire his mortars the moment they were loaded； without waiting for Moth to take her turn； was powerful indeed； but to yield to it meant confusion for the observer over in Clam and eventual losing of all control。 Moth fired； and two black balls at Clam's masthead showed that she； too； had scored a hit。 But Blanchefleur had turned now； Hornblower could see the tiniest； smallest movement of her topmast against the upper edge of the dunes； only a yard or two at most。 Mound fired his two mortars； and even while the shells were in the air his men leaped to the capstan and flung themselves on the bars。 Clank … clank！ Twice the pawl slipped over the ratchet as they hauled in on the spring and swung the ketch round to keep her mortars trained on the target。 At that instant Blanchefleur's fore…topmast fell from view。 Only main and mizzen were in sight now。
〃Another hit； by God！〃 shouted Hornblower； the words forced from him like a cork from a popgun。 He was as excited as a schoolboy； he found he was jumping up and down on the deck。 The foremast gone； he tried to picture the frightful destruction those shells must be causing； crashing down on the frail wooden decks。 And there was smoke visible over the crest of the dunes too； mor
