It was while besieging Calvi that the news came of the great sea-battle fought in the Channel by Lord Howe, and very much interested were the sailors on shore in Corsica at hearing the details of the victory.  A vast fleet had assembled at Spithead under the command of the veteran Lord Howe.  It had two objects in view besides the primary one of engaging the enemy.  First, the convoying of the East and West India and Newfoundland merchant fleets clear of the Channel; and next, of intercepting a French convoy returning from America laden with the produce of the West India Islands.  It consisted of thirty-four line-of-battle ships and fifteen frigates, while the convoy numbered ninety-nine merchantmen.

On 2nd May, 1794, the fleet sailed from Spithead, and on the 5th they arrived off the Lizard.  Here Lord Howe ordered the convoys to part company with the fleet, and detached Rear-admiral Montagu with six seventy-fours and two frigates with orders to see the merchantmen to the latitude of Cape Finisterre, where their protection was to be confided to Captain Rainier with two battle-ships and four frigates.

Lord Howe now proceeded to Ushant, where he discovered, by means of his frigates, that the enemy’s fleet were quietly anchored in the harbour of Brest.

He therefore proceeded in search of the American convoy.  After cruising in various directions for nearly a fortnight he returned to Ushant on the 18th May, only to find that Brest harbour was empty.  News was obtained from an American vessel that the French fleet had sailed from that harbour a few days before.  It afterwards turned out that the two fleets had passed quite close to each other unseen, owing to a dense fog that prevailed at the time.  They were exactly the same strength in numbers, but the French carried much heavier guns, and their crews exceeded ours by three thousand men.

For more than a week the two fleets cruised about in the Bay of Biscay, each taking many prizes, but without meeting.  At last, early on the morning of the 28th of May, they came in sight of each other.  The French were to windward, and, having a strong south west wind with them, they came down rapidly towards us, as if anxious to fight.  Presently they shortened sail and formed line of battle.  Howe signalled to prepare for battle, and having come on to the same tack as the French, stood towards them, having them on his weather quarter.  Soon, however, the French tacked and seemed to retreat.  A general chase was ordered, and the English ships went off in pursuit under full sail.  Between two and three o’clock the Russell, which was the fastest of the seventy-fours, began to exchange shots with the French, and towards evening another seventy-four, the Bellerophon, began a close action with the Révolutionnaire, one hundred and ten guns.  The Bellerophon soon lost her main top-mast, and dropped back; but the fight with the great ship was taken up, first by the Leviathan and afterwards by the Audacious, both seventy-fours, which, supported by two others, fought her for three hours.  By that time the Révolutionnaire had a mast carried away and great damage done to her yards, and had lost four hundred men.  When darkness fell she was a complete wreck, and it was confidently expected that in the morning she would fall into our hands.  At break of day, however, the French admiral sent down a ship which took her in tow, for her other mast had fallen during the night, and succeeded in taking her in safety to Rochefort.  The Audacious had suffered so severely in the unequal fight that she was obliged to return to Plymouth to repair damages.

During the night the hostile fleets steered under press of canvas on a parallel course, and when daylight broke were still as near together as on the previous day, but the firing was of a desultory character, Lord Howe’s efforts to bring on a general engagement being thwarted by some of the ships misunderstanding his signals.  The next day was one of intense fog, but on the 31st the weather cleared, and the fleets towards evening were less than five miles apart.  A general action might have been brought on, but Lord Howe preferred to wait till daylight, when signals could more easily be made out.  Our admiral was surprised that none of the French ships showed any damage from the action of the 29th.  It was afterwards found that they had since been joined by four fresh ships, and that the vessels that had suffered most had been sent into Brest.

During the 31st various manoeuvres had been performed, which ended by giving us the weather-gage; and the next morning, the 1st of June, Lord Howe signalled that he intended to attack the enemy, and that each ship was to steer for the one opposed to her in the line.  The ships were arranged so that each vessel should be opposite one of equal size.  The Defence led the attack, and came under a heavy fire.  The admiral’s ship, the Queen Charlotte, pressed forward, replying with her quarter-deck guns only to the fire of some of the French ships which assailed her as she advanced, keeping the fire of her main-deck guns for the French admiral, whom he intended to attack.  So close and compact, however, were the French lines that it was no easy matter to pass through.  As the Queen Charlotte came under the stern of the Montagne she poured in a tremendous fire from her starboard guns at such close quarters that the rigging of the two vessels were touching.  The Jacobin, the next ship to the Montagne, shifted her position and took up that which the Queen Charlotte had intended to occupy.  Lord Howe then engaged the two vessels, and his fire was so quick that ere long both had to fall out of the fight.  A furious combat followed between the Queen Charlotte and the Juste, in which the latter was totally dismasted.  The former lost her main-topmast, and as she had previously lost her fore-topmast she became totally unmanageable.

Thus almost single-handed, save for the distant fire of the Invincible, Lord Howe fought these three powerful ships.  At this time a fourth adversary appeared in the Republicain, one hundred and ten guns, carrying the flag of Rear-admiral Bouvet.  Just as they were going to engage, however, the Gibraltar poured in a broadside, bringing down the main and mizzen-masts of the Frenchman, who bore up and passed under the stern of the Queen Charlotte, but so great was the confusion on board her that she neglected to rake the flagship.

The Montagne, followed by the Jacobin, now crowded on all sail; and Lord Howe, thinking they intended to escape, gave the order for a general chase, but they were joined by nine other ships, and wore round and sailed towards the Queen.  This craft was almost defenceless, owing to the loss of her mainmast and mizzen-topmast.

Seeing her danger, Lord Howe signalled to his ships to close round her, and he himself wore round and stood to her assistance.

He was followed by five other battle-ships, and Admiral Villaret-Joyeuse gave up the attempt and sailed to help his own crippled ships, and, taking five of them in tow, made off.

Six French battle-ships were captured, and the Vengeur, which had been engaged in a desperate fight with the Brunswick, went down ten minutes after she surrendered.

The British loss in the battle of the 1st of June, and in the preliminary skirmishes of the 28th and 29th of May, was eleven hundred and forty-eight, of whom two hundred and ninety were killed and eight hundred and fifty-eight wounded.

The French placed their loss in killed and mortally wounded at three thousand, so that their total loss could not have been much under seven thousand.

Decisive as the victory was, it was the general opinion in the fleet that more ought to have been done; that the five disabled ships should have been taken, and a hot chase instituted after the flying enemy.  Indeed, the only explanation of this inactivity was that the admiral, who was now an old man, was so enfeebled and exhausted by the strain through which he had gone as to be incapable of coming to any decision or of giving any order.

One of the most desperate combats in this battle was that which took place between the Brunswick, seventy-four guns, under Captain John Harvey, and the Vengeur, also a seventy-four.  The Brunswick had not been engaged in the battles of the 28th and 29th of May, but she played a brilliant part on the 1st of June.  She was exposed to a heavy fire as the fleet bore down to attack, and she suffered some losses before she had fired a shot.  She steered for the interval between the Achille and Vengeur.  The former vessel at once took up a position closing the gap, and Captain Harvey then ran foul of the Vengeur, her anchors hooking in the port fore channels of the Frenchman.

The two ships now swung close alongside of each other, and, paying off before the wind, they ran out of the line, pouring their broadsides into each other furiously.

The upper-deck guns of the Vengeur got the better of those of the Brunswick, killing several officers and men, and wounding Captain Harvey so severely as to compel him to go below.

At this moment the Achille bore down on the Brunswick’s quarter, but was received by a tremendous broadside, which brought down her remaining mast, a foremast.  The wreck prevented the Achille from firing, and she surrendered; but as the Brunswick was too busy to attend to her, she hoisted a sprit-sail ­a sail put up under the bowsprit ­and endeavoured to make off.

Meantime the Brunswick and Vengeur, fast locked, continued their desperate duel.  The upper-deck guns of the former were almost silenced, but on the lower decks the advantage was the other way.  Alternately depressing and elevating their guns to their utmost extent, the British sailors either fired through their enemy’s bottom or ripped up her decks.

Captain Harvey, who had returned to the deck, was again knocked down by a splinter, but continued to direct operations till he was struck in the right arm and so severely injured as to force him to give up the command, which now devolved on Lieutenant Cracroft, who, however, continued to fight the ship as his captain had done.

After being for some three hours entangled, the two ships separated, the Vengeur tearing away the Brunswick’s anchor.  As they drifted apart, some well-aimed shots from the Brunswick smashed her enemy’s rudder-post and knocked a large hole in the counter.  At this moment the Ramillies, sailing up, opened fire at forty yards’ distance at this particular hole.  In a few minutes she reduced the Vengeur to a sinking condition, and then proceeded to chase the Achille.  The Vengeur now surrendered.  The Brunswick, however, could render no assistance, all her boats being damaged, but, hoisting what sail she could, headed northward with the intention of making for port.  During the fight the Brunswick lost her mizzen, and had her other masts badly damaged, her rigging and sails cut to pieces, and twenty-three guns dismounted.  She lost three officers and forty-one men killed; her captain, second lieutenant, one midshipman, and one hundred and ten men wounded.  Captain Harvey only survived his wounds a few months.

The greater portion of the crew of the Vengeur were taken off by the boats of the Alfred, Culloden, and Rattler, but she sank before all could be rescued, and two hundred of her crew, most of whom were wounded, were drowned.  Among the survivors were Captain Renaudin and his son.  Each was ignorant of the rescue of the other, and when they met by chance at Portsmouth their joy can be better imagined than described.

The Tartar returned to the blockade of Toulon after the work in Corsica was done.  When she had been there some time she was ordered to cruise on the coast, where there were several forts under which French coasting-vessels ran for shelter when they saw an English sail approaching, and she was, if possible, to destroy them.  There was one especially, on one of the Isles d’Hyeres, which the Tartar was particularly ordered to silence, as more than any other it was the resort of coasters.  The Tartar sailed in near enough to it to exchange shots, and so got some idea of the work they had to undertake; then, having learned all she could, she stood out to sea again.  All preparations were made during the day for a landing; arms were distributed, and the men told off to the boats.  After nightfall she again sailed in, and arrived off the forts about midnight.  The boats had already been lowered, and the men took their places in them while the Tartar was still moving through the water, and, dividing into three parties, made respectively for the three principal batteries.

Dimchurch was not in the boat in which Will had a place, as he rowed stroke of the first gig and Will was in the launch.  Tom was also in another boat, but was in the same division.  No lights were to be seen, and absolute silence reigned.  Noiselessly the men landed and formed up on the beach.  To reach the batteries they had to climb the cliff by a zigzag pathway, up which they were obliged to go in single file.  They arrived at the summit without apparently creating a suspicion of their presence, and then advanced at a run.  Suddenly three blue lights gleamed out, illuminating the whole of the ground they had to traverse, and at the same moment a tremendous volley was fired from the battery.  Simultaneously fire opened from the other batteries, showing that the boats’ crews had all arrived just at the same instant, and that while the French were supposed to be asleep they were awake and vigilant.  Indeed, from the heaviness of the fire there was little question that the force on the island had been heavily reinforced from the mainland.

Numbers of the men fell, but nevertheless the sailors rushed forward fearlessly and reached the foot of the fort.  This was too high to be climbed, so, separating, they ran round to endeavour to effect an entrance elsewhere.  Suddenly they were met by a considerable body of troops.  The first lieutenant, who commanded the division, whistled the order for the sailors to fall back.  This was done at first slowly and in some sort of order, but the fire kept up on them was so hot that they were compelled to increase their pace to a run.  A stand was made at the top of the pass, as here the men were only able to retreat in single file.  At length the survivors all reached the beach and took to the boats again under a heavy fire from the top of the cliffs, which, however, was to some extent kept down by the guns of the Tartar.  The other divisions had suffered almost as severely, and the affair altogether cost the Tartar fifty killed and over seventy wounded.  Will was in the front rank when the French so suddenly attacked them, and was in the rear when the retreat began.  Suddenly a shot struck him in the leg and he fell.  In the confusion this was not noticed, and he lay there for upwards of an hour, when, the fire of the Tartar having ceased, the French came out with lanterns to search for the wounded.  Will was lifted and carried to some barracks behind the fort, where his wound was attended to.  They asked whether he spoke French, and as, though he had studied the language whenever he had had time and opportunity and had acquired considerable knowledge of it, he was far from being able to speak it fluently, he replied that he did not, a French officer came to him.

“What is your name, monsieur?” he asked.

“William Gilmore.”

“What is your rank?”

“Midshipman.”

“Age?”

“Nearly nineteen.”

“Nationality, English” was added.

“What ship was that from which you landed?”

There was no reason why the question should not be answered, and he replied:  “The Tartar, thirty-four guns.”

“Ah, you have made a bad evening’s business, monsieur!” the officer said.  “When the ship was seen to sail in and sail away again, after firing a few shots, we felt sure that she would come back to-night, and five hundred men were brought across from the mainland to give you a hot reception.  And, parbleu, we did so.”

“You did indeed,” Will said, “a desperately hot reception.  I cannot tell what our loss was, but it must have been very heavy.  You took us completely by surprise, which was what we had intended to do to you.  Well, it is the fortune of war, and I must not grumble.”

“You will be sent to Toulon as soon as you can be moved, monsieur.”

Three other wounded officers had fallen into the hands of the enemy, and these were placed in the same room as Will.  One was the third lieutenant, another the master’s mate, and the third was a midshipman.  They were well treated and cared for and were very cheery together, with the exception of the lieutenant, whose wound was a mortal one, and who died two days after the fight.

A month after their reception into the hospital all were able to walk, and they were taken across in a boat to the mainland and sent to Toulon.  They were all asked if they would give their parole, and though his two companions agreed to do so, Will refused.  He was accordingly sent to a place of confinement, while the other two were allowed to take quarters in the town.

Will was privately glad of this, for, though both were pleasant fellows, he thought that if he were to make his escape it must be alone, and had the others been quartered with him he could not well have left them.  His prison was a fort on a hill which ran out into the sea, and Will could see the sails of the blockading vessels as they cruised backwards and forwards.  He also commanded a view over the town, with its harbour crowded with shipping, its churches, and fortifications.  He longed continually for the company of his two faithful followers, Dimchurch and Tom.  They had been with him in all his adventures, and he felt that if they were together again they would be able to contrive some plan of escape.  At present no scheme occurred to him.  The window of the room in which he was confined was twenty feet from the ground, and was protected by iron bars.  In front was a wall some twelve feet high, enclosing a courtyard in which the garrison paraded and drilled.  At night sentinels were planted at short intervals, from which Will concluded that there must be many other prisoners besides himself in the fort.  He was attended by an old soldier, with whom he often had long chats.

“They certainly know how to make prisons,” he grumbled to himself.  “If it was not that I shall never lose hope of something turning up, I would accept my parole.”

After he had been there for three months he was one day led out and, with three other midshipmen, taken down to a prison in the town.  He had no doubt that prisoners of more importance had arrived, and that he and the others had been moved to make way for them.  A month later they were again taken out, and, having been joined by a hundred other prisoners under a strong guard, were marched out of the town.  There were five officers among them, and the rest were seamen.  All were glad of the change, though it was not likely to be for the better.  Will was sorry, inasmuch as at Toulon he could always hope that if he escaped from prison he would be able to get hold of a boat and row out to the blockading squadron.  Inland he felt that escape would be vastly more difficult.  Even if he got out of prison he knew but little French, and therefore could hardly hope to make his way across country.  They trudged along day after day, each according to his fancy, some sullen and morose, others making the best of matters and trying to establish some speaking acquaintance with their guards, who evidently regarded the march as a sort of holiday after the dull routine of life in a garrison town.  Will, who had during his imprisonment at Toulon studied to improve his French to the best of his ability by the aid of some books he had obtained and by chatting with his jailer, worked his hardest to add to his knowledge of the language, and as the French soldiers were quite glad to beguile the time away by talking with their captives, he succeeded at the end of the journey, which lasted nearly a month, in being able to chat with a certain amount of fluency.  Verdun was one of the four places in which British prisoners were confined.  At that time France had fifteen thousand prisoners, England forty thousand.  By an agreement between the governments these were held captive in certain prisons, so that they could, when occasion offered, be exchanged; but owing to the vastly greater number of English prisoners the operation went on very slowly.  The health of the prison was bad, the large number confined in the narrow space, and the lack of sanitary arrangements, causing a vast amount of fever to prevail.

When he got to Verdun, Will continued to devote himself to the study of French.  He knew that, should he escape, he could have no hope of finding his way across country unless he could speak the language fluently, and accordingly he passed the whole day in conversation with the guards and others employed about the prison.  These were inclined to regard his anxiety to become proficient in the language as a national compliment.  Some of the prisoners also knew French well, so that at the end of four months he could talk with perfect fluency.  He was a good deal laughed at by the English officers for the zeal he was displaying in studying French, for, as they said, he might as well try to get to the moon as out of Verdun.  He accepted their chaff good-humouredly, and simply said:  “Time will show, but for my part I would as soon be shot as continue to live as prisoner here.”

Many of the prisoners passed their time in manufacturing little trifles.  The sailors, for the most part, made models of ships; some of them were adepts at sewing patchwork quilts, and got their warders to purchase scraps of various materials for the purpose.  The soldiers were also, many of them, skilled in making knick-knacks.  These were sold in the town, chiefly to country people who came in to market, and so their makers were able to purchase tobacco and other little luxuries.  A few of the prisoners were allowed every day to go into the town, which, being strongly walled, offered no greater facility for escape than did the prison itself.  They carried with them and sold their own manufactures and those of other prisoners, and with the proceeds purchased the things they required.

Several times Will was one of those allowed out, and he set himself to work to make the acquaintance of some of the townspeople.  As he was one of the few who could speak French, he had no difficulty in getting up a chatty acquaintance with several people, among them a young girl living in a house close to the wall.  She had looked pitifully at him the first time he had come out with a small load of merchandise.

“Ah, my poor young fellow,” she said in French, “how hard it is for you to be thus kept a prisoner far from all your friends!”

“Thank you, mademoiselle,” he said, “but it is the fortune of war, and English as well as French must submit to it.”

“You speak French!” she said.  “Yes, yes, monsieur, I feel it as much as any.  There is one who is very dear to me a prisoner in England.  He is a soldier.”

“Well, mademoiselle, it is a pity that they don’t exchange us.  We give a lot of trouble to your people, and the French prisoners give a lot of trouble to ours, so it would be much better to restore us to our friends.”

“Ah! that is what I say.  How happy I should be if my dear Lucien were restored to me.”

So the acquaintance became closer and closer, and at last Will ventured to say:  “If I were back in England, mademoiselle, I might perhaps get your Lucien out.  You could give me his name and the prison in which he is confined, and it would be hard if I could not manage to aid him to escape.”

“Ah, monsieur, that would be splendid!” the girl said, clasping her hands.  “If you could but get away!”

“Well, mademoiselle, I think I could manage to escape if I had but a little help.  For example, from the top window of this house I think I could manage to jump upon the wall, and if you could but furnish me with a rope I could easily make my escape.  Of course I should want a suit of peasant’s clothes, for, you see, I should be detected at once if I tried to get away in this uniform.  I speak French fairly now, and think I could pass as a native.”

“You speak it very well, monsieur, but oh, I dare not help you to escape!”

“I am not asking you to, mademoiselle; I am only saying how it could be managed, and that if I could get back to England I might aid your lover.”

The girl was silent.

“It could never be,” she murmured.

“I am not asking it, mademoiselle; and now I must be going on.”

The next time he came she said:  “I have been thinking over what you said, monsieur, and I feel that it would be cowardly indeed if I were to shrink from incurring some little danger for the sake of Lucien.  I know that he would give his life for me.  We were to have been married in a fortnight, when they came and carried him off to the war.  Now tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

“I want a disguise, the dress of a travelling pedlar.  I could give you two English sovereigns, which would be ample to get that.  I want also a rope forty feet long.  Then you must let me go up through your house to the top story.  I have been looking at it from behind, and see that from the upper window I could climb up to the roof, and I am sure that from there I could easily jump across the narrow lane to the wall.”

“I will do it, monsieur, partly for Lucien and partly because you are kind and gentle and,” she added with a little blush and laugh, “good-looking.”

“I thank you with all my heart, mademoiselle, and I swear to you that when I get to England I will spare no pains to find Lucien and aid him to escape.”

“When will you be out again, monsieur?”

“This day week.”

“I will have everything ready by that time,” she said.  “You will come as late as you can?”

“Yes, I will come the last thing before we all have to return to the prison.  It will be dark half an hour later.”

“But there are sentries on the walls,” she said.

“Yes, but not a large number.  The prison is strongly guarded at night, but not the outer walls; I have often watched.  There is one other thing which I shall want, and that is a sack in which to put this long box.  I carry it, as you see, full of goods, but to-day I have intentionally abstained from selling any of them.  I will leave the things with you if you have any place in which to hide them.”

“I will put them under my bed,” the girl said.  “My grand’mere never goes into my room.  Besides, she is generally away at the time you will arrive, and if she is not she will not hear you go upstairs, as she is very deaf.  My father is one of the warders of the prison, and only comes home once a week.”

Will then returned to the prison.  When the appointed day arrived he put only a few small articles into his box.  For these he paid cash.  Then he said good-bye to four or five of the officers with whom he was most friendly.

“You are mad to try to escape,” one of them said, “there is no getting over the walls.”

“I am going to try at any rate.  I am utterly sick of this life.”

“But you may be exchanged before long.”

“It is most improbable,” he said.  “Only a few are exchanged at a time, and as I have not a shadow of influence my name would not be included in the list.”

“But how are you going to attempt it?”

“Now that I must keep to myself.  A plan may succeed once, but may fail if it is tried again.  I really think I have a chance of getting through, but of course I may be caught.  However, I am going to take the risk.”

“Well, I wish you luck, but I can hardly even hope that you will succeed.”

After going about the town as usual, without making any serious effort to sell his goods, Will made his way, towards the end of the day, to the house in the lane.  Marie was standing at the door.  As he approached she looked anxiously up and down the street, to be certain that there was no one there, and then beckoned to him to enter quickly.  He obeyed at once, and she closed the door behind him.  “Are you sure no one saw you enter, monsieur?” she said.

“Yes,” he said, “I am quite certain.”

“Now,” said Marie, “you must go at once up to the attic in case my grand’mere should come in.  I have everything ready for you there.  It will be dark in half an hour.  I hear the prison bell ringing for the return of the prisoners who are out, but the roll-call is not made until all have returned to their cells and are locked up for the night, which will not be for an hour and a half, so you have plenty of time.”

“I thank you with all my heart, mademoiselle.”

He went up with her to the attic and looked out at the wall.  The lane was only some twelve feet across, and he was convinced that he could leap it without difficulty.  He emptied his box and repacked it, selecting chiefly articles which would take up the smallest amount of room.  He made quite sure how he could best climb from the window to the roof above it, then he waited with what patience he could until it was absolutely dark.  When he was ready to start he fastened the rope firmly round the box and said good-bye to Marie.

His last words were:  “I will do my very best for Lucien, and when the war is over I will send you a gold watch to wear at your wedding.”

Then he got upon the window-sill, with the end of the rope tied round his waist, and with some little difficulty climbed to the roof of the house, and when he had got his breath began to pull at the rope and hoisted up the box.  He had, before starting, put on the disguise Marie had bought for him, and handed her the remains of his uniform, telling her to burn it at once, and to hide away the buttons for the present, and throw them away the first time she left the town.  “There will be a strict search,” he said, “for any signs of me, and those buttons would certainly betray you if they were found.”

When he got the box up he listened attentively for a little, and as, to his great joy, he could not hear the footsteps of a sentinel, he threw it on to the wall and jumped after it.  He landed on his feet, and, picking up the box, ran along the wall till he came to a gun.  He tied the end of the rope round this and slipped down.  Then without a moment’s delay he slung the box over his shoulder and walked away.  He had two or three outworks to pass, but luckily there were no guards, so he made his way through them without difficulty.  All night he tramped on, and by morning was forty miles away from Verdun.  He did not want to begin to ply his assumed trade till he was still farther away, so he lay down to sleep in a large wood.  He had saved from his rations during the week a certain amount of bread, and he had bought a couple of loaves while wandering with his wares through the town.  He slept for the best part of the day, and started again at night.  Beyond making sure that he was going west he paid but little attention to the roads he followed, but, keeping steadily in that direction, he put another forty miles between him and Verdun by the following morning.  Then after a few hours’ sleep he boldly went into a village and entered an inn.

“You are a pedlar,” the landlord said, “are you not?”

“Yes,” he said, “I am selling wares manufactured by the prisoners at Verdun.”

The news spread and the villagers flocked in to look at these curiosities.

“I bought them at a low price, and will sell at the same.  They could not be made by ordinary labour at ten times the price I charge for them.”

The bait took, and soon a good many small articles were sold.  Two hours later he again started on his way.