In the evening the wind died away, and the three vessels were becalmed.  Captain Lockett rowed to the polacre, and examined his prize; and then, taking Bob in his boat, rowed to the barque.

“Well, Joe, have you made out what you have got on board?” the captain said, when he reached the deck.

“No, sir.  Neither of the officers can speak a word of English.  I have opened the hatches, and she is chock-full of hides; but what there is, underneath, I don’t know.”

“Come along, Bob, we will overhaul the papers,” the captain said and, going to the cabin, they examined the bill of lading.

“Here it is, sir,” Bob said, triumphantly.  “Two hundred tons of lead.”

“Splendid!” the captain exclaimed.  “That is a prize worth having.  Of course, that is stowed away at the bottom; and then she is filled up with hides, and they are worth a lot of money ­but the lead, alone, is worth six thousand pounds, at twenty pounds per ton.

“Is there anything else, Bob?”

“Yes, sir.  There are fifty boxes.  It doesn’t say what is in them.”

“You don’t say so, Bob!  Perhaps it is silver.  Let us ask the officers.”

The Spanish first mate was called down.

“Where are these boxes?” Bob asked, “and what do they contain?”

“They are full of silver,” the man said, sullenly.  “They are stowed in the lazaretto, under this cabin.”

“We will have one of them up, and look into it,” the captain said.

“Joe, call a couple of hands down.”

The trapdoor of the lazaretto was lifted.  Joe and the two sailors descended the ladder and, with some difficulty, one of the boxes was hoisted up.

“That weighs over two hundredweight, I’m sure,” Joe said.

The box was broken open, and it was found to be filled with small bars of silver.

“Are they all the same size, Joe?” the captain asked.

“Yes, as far as I can see.”

The captain took out his pocketbook, and made a rapid calculation.

“Then they are worth between thirty-two and thirty-three thousand pounds, Joe.

“Why, lad, she is worth forty thousand pounds, without the hides or the hull.  That is something like a capture,” and the two men shook hands, warmly.

“The best thing to do, Joe, will be to divide these boxes between the three ships; then, even if one of them gets picked up by the Spaniards or French, we shall still be in clover.”

“I think that would be a good plan,” Joe agreed.

“We will do it at once.  There is nothing like making matters safe.  Just get into the boat alongside, and row to the brig; and tell them to lower the jolly boat and send it alongside.  We will get some of the boxes up, by the time you are back.”

In an hour the silver was divided between the three ships; and the delight of the sailors was great, when they heard how valuable had been the capture.

“How do you divide?” Bob asked Captain Lockett, as they were watching the boxes lowered into the boat.

“The ship takes half,” he said.  “Of the other half I take twelve shares, Joe eight, the second mate six, the boatswain three, and the fifty hands one share each.  So you may say there are eighty shares and, if the half of the prize is worth twenty thousand pounds, each man’s share will be two hundred and fifty.

“It will be worth having, Bob; though it is a great shame you should not rate as an officer.”

“I don’t want the money,” Bob laughed.  “I should have no use for it, if I had it.  My uncle has taken me in hand, and I am provided for.”

“Yes, I understand that,” the captain said.  “If it were not so, I should have proposed to the crew that they should agree to your sharing the same as the second officer.  I am sure they would have agreed, willingly; seeing that it is due to you that we were not captured, ourselves, in the first place; and entirely to your suggestion, that we should keep the Spanish flag flying and run into Cartagena, that we owe the capture of the prizes.”

“Oh, I would much rather not, captain.  I only came for a cruise, and it has been a splendid one; and it seems to be quite absurd that I should be getting anything at all.  Still, it will be jolly, because I shall be able to make Carrie and Gerald nice presents, with my own money; and to send some home to Mr. Medlin and his family, and something to uncle, too, if I can think of anything he would like.”

“Yes, it is all very well, Bob, for you; but I feel that it is not fair.  However, as you really don’t want the money, and are well satisfied, we will say nothing more about it, now.”

The ships lay becalmed all night, but a brisk breeze from the east sprang up in the morning and, at noon, the Rock was visible in the distance.  They held on for four hours; and then lay to, till after midnight.  After that sail was again made and, soon after daybreak, they passed Europa Point, without having been seen by any of the Spanish cruisers.  They were greeted by a hearty cheer from the vessels anchored near the new Mole, as they brought up amongst them with the British flags flying, above the Spanish, on board the prizes.

As soon as the morning gun was fired, and the gates opened, Bob landed and hurried up to his sister’s.  She and her husband were just partaking of their early coffee.

“Hallo, Bob!” Captain O’Halloran exclaimed.  “What, back again?  Why, I didn’t expect you for another fortnight.  You must have managed very badly, to have brought your cruise to an end, so soon.”

“Well, I am very glad you are back, Bob,” his sister said.  “I have been fidgetting about you, ever since you were away.”

“I am as glad to see you as your sister can be,” Gerald put in.  “If she has fidgetted, when you had only gone a week; you can imagine what I should have to bear, before the end of a month.  I should have had to move into barracks.  Life would have been insupportable, here.”

“I am sure I have said very little about it, Gerald,” his wife said, indignantly.

“No, Carrie, you have not said much, but your aspect has been generally tragic.  You have taken but slight interest in your fowls, and there has been a marked deterioration in the meals.  My remarks have been frequently unanswered; and you have got into a Sister Anne sort of way of going upon the roof, and staring out to sea.

“Your sister is a most estimable woman, Bob ­I am the last person who would deny it ­but I must admit that she has been a little trying, during the last week.”

Carrie laughed.

“Well, it is only paying you back a little, in your own coin, Gerald.

“But what has brought you back so soon, Bob?  We heard of you, three days ago; for Gerald went on board a brig that was brought in, as he heard that it was a prize of the Antelope’s; and the officer told him about your cruise, up to when he had left you.”

“Well, there wasn’t much to tell, up till then,” Bob said, “except that I was well, and my appetite was good.  But there has been a good lot, since.  We have come in with two more good prizes, this morning, and the brig is going to convoy them back to England.”

“Oh, that is all right,” Carrie said in a tone of pleasure.

So far, she had been afraid that Bob’s return was only a temporary one; and that he might be setting out again, in a day or two.

“Well, let us hear all about it, Bob,” her husband said.  “I could see Carrie was on thorns, lest you were going off again.  Now that she is satisfied, she may be able to listen to you, comfortably.”

“Well, we really had some adventures, Gerald.  We had a narrow escape from being captured by a Spanish ship of war, ever so much stronger than we were.  She was got up as a merchantman, and regularly took us in.  We anchored close to her, intending to board her in the dark.  I thought I would swim off and reconnoitre a bit, before we attacked her; and, of course, I saw at once what she was, and we cut our cable, and were towed out in the dark.  She fired away at us, but didn’t do us any damage.

“The next day, late in the afternoon, we came upon the Brilliant chasing some Spanish craft into Cartagena and, as we had Spanish colours up, she took us for one of them, and blazed away at us.”

“But why didn’t you pull down the Spanish colours, at once, Bob?  I never heard of anything so silly,” Carrie said, indignantly.

“Well, you see, Carrie, they were some distance off, and weren’t likely to damage us much; and we ran straight in, and anchored with the rest under the guns of the battery, outside Cartagena.  Seeing us fired at, of course, they never suspected we were English.  Then, at night, we captured the two vessels lying next to us, and put out to sea.  The batteries blazed away at us, and it was not very pleasant till we got outside their range.  They did not do us very much damage.  Two gunboats came out after us, but the brig beat them back, and we helped.”

“Who were we?” Captain O’Halloran asked.

“We were the prizes, of course.  I was in command of one.”

“Hooray, Bob!” Gerald exclaimed, with a great laugh, while Carrie uttered an exclamation of horror.

“Well, you see, the second mate had been sent off in the first prize, and there was only Joe Lockett and me; so he took the biggest of the two ships we cut out, and the captain put me in command of the men that took the other.  I had the boatswain with me and, of course, he was the man who really commanded, in getting up the sails and all that sort of thing.  He was killed by a shot from the battery, and was the only man hit on our vessel; but there were five killed, on board the brig, in the fight with the gunboats.

“We fell in with the Brilliant, on the way back, and I went on board; and you should have seen how Jim Sankey opened his eyes, when I said that I was in command of the prize.  They are awfully good prizes, too, I can tell you.  The one I got is laden with wine; and the big one was a barque from Lima, with hides, and two hundred tons of lead, and fifty boxes of silver ­about thirty-three thousand pounds’ worth.

“Just think of that!  The captain said she was worth, altogether, at least forty thousand pounds.  That is something like a prize, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that is.

“What do you think, Carrie?  I propose that I sell my commission, raise as much as I can on the old place in Ireland, and fit out a privateer.  Bob will, of course, be captain; you shall be first mate; and I will be content with second mate’s berth; and we will sail the salt ocean, and pick up our forty-thousand-pound prizes.”

“Oh, what nonsense you do talk, to be sure, Gerald!  Just when Bob’s news is so interesting, too.”

“I have told all my news, Carrie.  Now I want to hear yours.  The Spaniards haven’t began to batter down the Rock, yet?”

“We have been very quiet, Bob.  On the 11th a great convoy, of about sixty sail ­protected by five xebecs, of from twenty to thirty guns each ­came along.  They must have come out from Malaga, the very night you passed there.  They were taking supplies, for the use of the Spanish fleet; and the privateers captured three or four small craft; and the Panther, the Enterprise, and the Childers were kept at their anchor, all day.  Why, no one but the admiral could say.  We were all very much disappointed, for everyone expected to see pretty nearly all the Spanish vessels brought in.”

“Yes,” Captain O’Halloran said, “it has caused a deal of talk, I can tell you.  The navy were furious.  There they were, sixty vessels, all laden with the very things we wanted; pretty well becalmed, not more than a mile off Europa Point, with our batteries banging away at them; and nothing in the world to hinder the Panther, and the frigates, from fetching them all in.  Half the town were out on the hill, and every soul who could get off duty at the Point; and there was the admiral, wasting the whole mortal day in trying to make up his mind.  If you had heard the bad language that was used in relation to that old gentleman, it would have made your hair stand on end.

“Of course, just as it got dark the ships of war started; and equally, of course, the convoy all got away in the dark, except six bits of prizes, which were brought in in the morning.  We have heard, since, that it was on purpose to protect this valuable fleet that the Spanish squadron arrived, before you went away; but as it didn’t turn up, the squadron went off again, and we had nothing to do but just to pick it up.”

After breakfast, Captain O’Halloran went off with Bob to the Antelope.  He found all hands busy, bending on sails in place of those that had been damaged, taking those of the brig first captured for the purpose.

“They fit very well,” Joe Lockett said, “and we have not time to lose.  We sail again, this afternoon.  The captain says there is nothing to prevent our going out, now; and as the Spanish squadron may be back any day, we might have to run the gauntlet to get out, if we lost the present chance.  So he is not going to waste an hour.

“Crofts has already sold the grain, and discharged it.  The hull is worth but little; and the captain has sold her, as she stands, to a trader for two hundred pounds.  I expect he has bought her to break up for firewood, if the siege goes on.  If it doesn’t, he will sell her again, afterwards, at a good profit.  Of course, it is a ridiculous price; but the captain wanted to get her off his hands, and would have taken a ten pound note, rather than be bothered with her.

“So by tonight we shall be across at Ceuta and, if the wind holds east but another day, we shall be through the Straits on our way home.

“They are going to shift two of our 18 pounders on board the barque, and I am going to command her, and to have fifteen men on board.  Crofts commands the poleacre, with ten men.  The rest, of course, go in the brig.  We shall keep together, and steer well out west into the Atlantic, so as to give as wide a berth as possible to Spaniards and Frenchmen.  If we meet with a privateer, we ought to be able to give a good account of him; if we run across a frigate, we shall scatter; and it will be hard luck if we don’t manage to get two out of the three craft into port.

“We have been shifting some more of the silver again, this morning, from the barque into the other two vessels; otherwise, as she has the lead on board, she would be the most valuable prize.  As it is now, the three are of about equal value.”

“Well, we wish you a pleasant voyage,” Captain O’Halloran said.  “I suppose we shall see you back here again, before long.”

“Yes, I should think so; but I don’t know what the captain means to do.  We have had no time to talk, this morning.  I daresay you will meet him, on shore; he has gone to the post office, to get his papers signed.  We have been quite pestered, this morning, by men coming on board to buy wine out of the polacre; but the captain wouldn’t have the hatches taken off.  The Spaniards may turn up, at any moment; and it is of the greatest importance our getting off, while the coast is clear.  It is most unfortunate, now, that we did not run straight in, yesterday; instead of laying to, to wait for night.”

They did not meet the captain in the town and, from the roof, Bob saw the three vessels get up sail, early in the afternoon, and make across for the African coast.

The doctor came in, in the evening.

“Well, Bob, so I hear you have been fighting, and commanding ships, and doing all sorts of things.  I saw Captain Lockett in the town and, faith, if you had been a dozen admirals, rolled into one, he couldn’t have spoken more highly of you.

“It seems, Mrs. O’Halloran, that Bob has been the special angel who has looked after poor Jack, on board the Antelope.”

“What ridiculous nonsense, doctor!” Bob exclaimed, hotly.

“Not at all, Bob; it is too modest you are, entirely.  It is yourself is the boy who has done the business, this time; and it is a silver tay service, or some such trifle as that, that the owners will be sending you, and small blame to them.  Captain Lockett tells me he owns a third of the ship; and he reckons the ship’s share of what they have taken, this little cruise, won’t be less than five-and-twenty thousand.

“Think of that, Mrs. O’Halloran, five-and-twenty thousand pounds!  And here is Edward Burke, M.D., working his sowl out, for a miserable eight or ten shillings a day.”

“But what has Bob done?”

“I hadn’t time to learn it all, Mrs. O’Halloran, for the captain was in a hurry.  It seems to me that the question ought to be, what is it that he hasn’t done?

“It all came in a heap, together, and I am not sure of the exact particulars; but it seems to me that he swam out and cut the cable of a Spanish sloop of war, and took the end in his mouth and towed her out to sea, while the guns were blazing in all directions at him.  Never was such an affair!

“Then he humbugged the captain of an English frigate, and the commander of the Spanish forts, and stole a vessel chock full of silver; and did I don’t know what, besides.”

Bob went off into a shout of laughter, in which the others joined.

“But what is the meaning of all this nonsense, Teddy?” Carrie asked, as soon as she recovered her composure.  “Is there anything in it, or is it all pure invention?”

“Is there anything in it?  Haven’t I been telling you that there is twenty-five thousand pounds in it, to the owners, and as much more to the crew; and didn’t the captain vow and declare that, if it hadn’t been for Bob, instead of going home to divide all this treasure up between them, every man Jack of them would be, at this moment, chained by the leg in a dirty Spanish prison, at Malaga!”

“Well, what does it all mean, Bob?  There is no getting any sense out of Dr. Burke.”

“It is exactly what I told you, Carrie.  We anchored close to a craft that we thought was a merchantman, and that we meant to attack in our boats.  I swam on board her in the dark ­to see if they were keeping a good watch, and that sort of thing ­and when I got on board, I found she was a ship of war, with a lot of heavy guns, and prepared to take us by surprise when we attacked her; so of course, when I swam back again with the news, Captain Lockett cut his cable and towed the brig out in the dark.

“As to the other affair that the doctor is talking about, I told you that, too; and it is exactly as I said it was.  The only thing I had to do with it was that it happened to be my idea to keep the Spanish colours flying, and let the frigate keep on firing at us.  The idea turned out well; but of course, if I had not thought of it somebody else would, so there was nothing in it, at all.”

“Well, Bob, you may say what you like,” Doctor Burke said, “but it is quite evident that the captain thought there was a good deal in it.

“And I think really, Gerald, that you and Mrs. O’Halloran have good reason to feel quite proud of him.  I am not joking at all, when I say that Captain Lockett really spoke as if he considered that the good fortune they had had is very largely due to him.  He said he hoped he should have Bob on board for another cruise.”

“I certainly shall not go any more with him,” Bob said, indignantly, “if he talks such nonsense about me, afterwards.  As if there was anything in swimming two or three hundred yards, on a dark night; or in suggesting the keeping a flag up, instead of pulling it down.”

When the Brilliant, however, came in two days later, Captain Langton called upon Mrs. O’Halloran; and told her that he did so in order to acquaint her with the extremely favourable report Captain Lockett had made, to him, of Bob’s conduct; and that, from what he had said, it was evident that the lad had shown great courage in undertaking the swim to the Spanish vessel, and much promptness and ready wit in suggesting the device that had deceived him, as well as the Spaniards.

Captain Langton told the story, that evening, at General Eliott’s dinner table; and said that although it was certainly a good joke, against himself, that he should have thus assisted a privateer to carry off two valuable prizes that had slipped through the frigate’s hands, the story was too good not to be told.  Thus, Bob’s exploit became generally known among the officers of the garrison; and Captain O’Halloran was warmly congratulated upon the sharpness, and pluck, of his young brother-in-law.

Captain Lockett’s decision, to be off without any delay, was fully justified by the appearance of a Spanish squadron in the bay, three days after his departure.  It consisted of two seventy-fours, two frigates, five xebecs, and a number of galleys and small armed vessels.  The men-of-war anchored off Algeciras; while the rest of the squadron kept a vigilant patrol at the mouth of the bay, and formed a complete blockade.

Towards the end of the month, the troops were delighted by the issue of an order that the use of powder for the hair was, henceforth, to be abandoned.

Vessels were now continually arriving from Algeciras, with troops and stores; and on the 26th the Spaniards began to form a camp, on the plain below San Roque, three miles from the garrison.  This increased in size, daily, as fresh regiments arrived by land.

Orders were now issued that all horses in the garrison, except those whose owners had a store of at least one thousand pounds of grain, were either to be shot or turned out through the gates.

There was much excitement when two Dutch vessels, laden with rice and dried fruit, made their way in at night through the enemy’s cruisers.  Their cargoes were purchased for the troops; and these vessels, and a Venetian that had also got through, carried off with them a large number of Jewish, Genoese, and other traders, with their families, to ports in Barbary or Portugal.  Indeed, from this time every vessel that went out carried away some of the inhabitants.

The position of these poor people was indeed serious.  The standing order on the Rock was that every inhabitant, even in time of peace, should have in store six months’ provisions; but the order had never been enforced, and few of them had any supplies of consequence.  As they could not expect to be supplied from the garrison stores, the greater number had no resource but to leave the place.  Some, however, who were better provided, obtained leave to erect wooden huts at the southern end of the Rock, so as to have a place of shelter to remove to, in case the enemy bombarded the town.

The Spaniards had, by this time, mounted their cannon in forts St. Philip and St. Barbara.  Vast quantities of stores were landed at Point Mala, at the end of the bay.  Some fifteen thousand men were under canvas, in their camp; and strong parties were constantly employed in erecting works near their forts.  The garrison on their side were continually strengthening and adding to their batteries, erecting palisades and traverses, filling the magazines in the works, and preparing for an attack; and on the 11th of September some of the guns were opened upon the enemy’s working parties and, for a time, compelled them to desist.

From the upper batteries on the Rock, a complete view was obtainable of all the enemy’s operations and, as they were seen to be raising mortar batteries, preparations were made to diminish the effects of a bombardment of the town.  For this purpose the pavement of the streets was removed, and the ground ploughed up; the towers and most conspicuous buildings taken down; and traverses carried across the streets, to permit communications to be carried on.

Early in October the Engineers and Artillery managed, with immense labour, to mount a gun on the summit of the Rock; and as, from this point, an almost bird’s-eye view was obtained of the Spanish works, the fire of the gun annoyed them greatly at their work.  This was maintained, however, steadily but, in spite of this interference with their operations, the Spaniards on the 20th of October opened thirty-five embrasures, in three batteries, in a line between their two forts.

Provisions of every kind were now becoming very dear.  Fresh meat was from three to four shillings a pound, chickens twelve shillings a couple, ducks from fourteen to eighteen.  Fish was equally dear; and vegetables hardly to be bought, at any price.  Flour was running very short, and rice was served out instead of it.

On the 14th of November the privateer Buck, armed with twenty-four 9 pounders, was seen making into the bay.  Two Spanish ships of the line, a frigate, two xebecs, and twenty-one small craft set out to intercept her.  The cutter ­seeing a whole Spanish squadron coming out ­tacked and stood across towards the Barbary shore, pursued by the Spaniards.  The wind was from the west; but the cutter, lying close hauled, was able just to stem the current, and hold her position; while the Spaniards, being square rigged and so unable to stand near the wind, drifted bodily away to leeward with the current; but the two men-of-war, perceiving what was happening, managed to make back into the bay.

As soon as the privateer saw the rest of the squadron drift away to leeward, she again headed for the Rock.  The Spanish admiral, Barcelo, in a seventy-four gun ship, endeavoured to cut her off ­firing two broadsides of grape and round shot at her ­but, with the other man-of-war, was compelled to retire by the batteries at Europa; and the cutter made her way in triumphantly, insultingly returning the Spanish admiral’s fire with her two little stern guns.  The Spanish men-of-war drifted away after their small craft; and thus for the time the port was open again, thanks to the pluck of the little privateer ­which had, it was found on her arrival, been some time at sea, and simply came in to get provisions.

As it could be seen, from the African coast, that the port was again open, two or three small craft came across, with bullocks and sheep.  Four days later ­the wind veering round to the southward ­Admiral Barcelo, with his fleet, returned to the bay; and the blockade was renewed.

Already, Captain O’Halloran and his wife had the most ample reasons for congratulating themselves that they had taken Dr. Burke’s advice, in the matter of vegetables and fowls.  The little garden on the roof was the envy of all Carrie’s female friends ­many of whom, indeed, began imitations of it, on a small scale.  Under the hot sun, and with careful watering, everything made astonishing progress.  The cutting of the mustard and cress had, of course, begun in little more than a week from the time when the garden had been completed, and the seeds sown.  The radishes were fit for pulling three weeks later and, as constant successions were sown, they had been amply supplied with an abundance of salad and, each morning, a trader in town came up and took all that they could spare ­at prices that would, before the siege began, have appeared fabulous.

Along the edge of the parapet, and trailing over almost to the ground ­covering the house in a bower of rich green foliage ­the melons, cucumbers, and pumpkins blossomed and fruited luxuriantly and, for these, prices were obtained as high as those that the fruit would fetch, in Covent Garden, when out of season.  But as melons, cucumbers, and pumpkins alike produce great quantities of seed, by the end of the year they were being grown, on a considerable scale, by all who possessed any facilities for cultivating them.

Later on, indeed, the governor ­hearing, from the principal medical officer, how successful Captain O’Halloran had been ­issued an order recommending all inhabitants to grow vegetables, and granting them every facility for so doing.  All who chose to do so were allowed to fence in any little patches of earth they could discover, among the rocks or on unused ground; and it was not long before the poorer inhabitants spent much of their time in collecting earth, and establishing little garden plots, or in doing so for persons who could afford to pay for their labour.

The poultry venture was equally satisfactory.  Already a considerable piece of rough and rocky ground, next to the garden, had been enclosed; thereby affording a much larger run for the fowls, and enabling a considerable portion of the garden to be devoted to the young broods.  The damaged biscuits had been sold at a few shillings a ton and, at this price, Captain O’Halloran had bought the whole of the condemned lot ­amounting to about ten tons ­and there was, consequently, an ample supply of food for them, for an almost indefinite time.  After supplying the house amply, there were at least a hundred eggs, a day, to sell; and Carrie, who now took immense interest in the poultry yard, calculated that they could dispose of ten couple a week, and still keep up their number from the young broods.

“The only thing you have to be afraid of is disease, Mrs. O’Halloran,” said the doctor, who was her greatest adviser; “but there is little risk of that.  Besides, you have only to hire one or two lads, of ten or twelve years old; and then you can put them out, when you like, from the farther inclosure, and let them wander about.”

“But people don’t generally watch fowls,” Mrs. O’Halloran said.  “Surely they would come back, at night, to roost.”

“I have no doubt they would.  When chickens are well fed, they can be trusted to find their way home at night.  But you must remember that they are worth from twelve to fourteen shillings a couple, and what with the natives, and what with soldiers off duty, you would find that a good many would not turn up at all, unless they were watched.  A couple of boys, at sixpence a day each, would keep them from straying too far, and prevent their being stolen, and would relieve you of a lot of anxiety about them.”

So, after this, the fowls were turned out on to the Rock; where they wandered about, narrowly watched by two native boys, and were able to gather no small store of sustenance from the insects they found among the rocks, or on the low shrubs that grew among them.

Bob had, after his return from his cruise, fallen into his former habits; spending two hours every morning with Don Diaz, and reading for an hour or two in the evening with the doctor.  It was now cool enough for exercise and enjoyment, in the day; and there were few afternoons when he did not climb up to the top of the Rock, and watch the Spanish soldiers labouring at their batteries, and wondering when they were going to begin to do something.

Occasionally they obtained news of what was passing in the enemy’s lines, and the Spaniards were equally well informed of what was going on in the fortress, for desertions from both sides were not infrequent.  Sometimes a soldier with the working parties, out in the neutral ground, would steal away and make for the Spanish lines; pursued by a musketry fire from his comrades, and saluted, perhaps, with a round or two of shot from the batteries above.  But more frequently they made their escape from the back of the Rock, letting themselves down by ropes; although at least half the number who made the attempt were dashed to pieces among the precipices.

The majority of the deserters belonged to the Hanoverian regiments, but a good many British soldiers also deserted.  In all cases these were reckless men who, having been punished for some offence or other, preferred risking death to remaining in the garrison.  Some were caught in the attempt; while several, by getting into places where they could neither descend further nor return, were compelled at last, by hunger and thirst, to shout for assistance ­preferring death by hanging to the slower agony of thirst.

The deserters from the Spanish lines principally belonged to the Walloon regiments in the Spanish service, or to regiments from Biscaya and other northern provinces.  The troops were raised on the principle of our own militia, and objected strongly to service outside their own provinces; and it was this discontent that gave rise to their desertions to us.  Some of them made their way at night, from the works where they were employed, through the lines of sentries.  Others took to the water, either beyond Fort Barbara or at the head of the bay, and reached our lines by swimming.

Bob heartily congratulated himself, when he heard of the fate of some of the deserters who tried to make their way down at the back of the Rock, that he and Jim Sankey had not carried out their scheme of descending there, in search of birds.  By this time he had come to know most of the young officers of the garrison and, although the time passed without any marked events, he had plenty of occupation and amusement.  Sometimes they would get up fishing parties and, although they could not venture very far from the Rock, on account of the enemy’s galleys and rowboats, they had a good deal of sport; and fish were welcome additions to the food, which consisted principally of salt rations ­for Bob very soon tired of a diet of chicken.

There were some very heavy rains, in the last week of the year.  These, they learned from deserters, greatly damaged the enemy’s lines ­filling their trenches, and washing down their banks.  One advantage was that a great quantity of wood, cork, and other floating rubbish was washed down, by the rain, into the two rivers that fell into the bay and, as the wind was from the south, this was all blown over towards the Rock; where it was collected by boats, affording a most welcome supply of fuel, which had been, for some time, extremely scarce.

On the 8th of January a Neapolitan polacre was driven in under the guns, by the wind from the other side of the bay, and was obliged to drop anchor.  Six thousand bushels of barley were found on board her, which was of inestimable value to the inhabitants, who were now suffering extremely; as were also the wives and children of the soldiers, whose rations ­scanty for one ­were wholly insufficient for the wants of a family.  Fowls had now risen to eighteen shillings a couple, eggs were six pence each, and small cabbages fetched eighteen pence.

On the 12th the enemy fired ten shots into the town from Fort Saint Philip; causing a panic among the inhabitants, who at once began to remove to their huts at the other end of the Rock.  A woman was wounded by a splinter of stone from one of the houses, being the first casualty that had taken place through the siege.  The next day the admiral gave orders to the men-of-war that they should be in readiness, in case a convoy appeared, to afford protection to any ships that might attempt to come in.  This order caused great joy among the garrison and inhabitants, as it seemed to signify that the governor had received information, in some manner, that a convoy was on its way out to relieve the town.

Two days later a brig, that was seen passing through the Straits to the east, suddenly changed her course and made for the Rock and, although the enemy tried to cut her off, she succeeded in getting into port.  The welcome news soon spread that the brig was one of a large convoy that had sailed, late in December, for the relief of the town.  She had parted company with the others in the Bay of Biscay and, on her way, had seen a Spanish squadron off Cadiz, which was supposed to be watching for the convoy.  This caused much anxiety; but on the 16th a brig laden with flour arrived, with the news that Sir George Rodney had captured, off the coast of Portugal, six Spanish frigates, with seventeen merchantmen on their way from Bilbao to Cadiz; and that he had with him a fleet of twenty-one sail of the line, and a large convoy of merchantmen and transports.

The next day one of the prizes came in, and the midshipman in charge of her reported that, when he had left the convoy on the previous day, a battle was going on between the British fleet and the Spanish squadron.  Late in the evening the convoy was in sight; and the Apollo, frigate, and one or two merchantmen got in, after dark, with the news that the Spaniards had been completely defeated ­their admiral’s flagship, with three others, captured; one blown up in the engagement, another driven ashore, and the rest dispersed.

The preparations for relieving the town had been so well concealed that the Spaniards had believed that the British men-of-war were destined for the West Indies, and had thought that the merchantmen would have fallen easy prizes to their squadron, which consisted of eleven men-of-war.