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Updated: May 13, 2025
Then all at once Farquarson began as suddenly as he had left off "Now, let us make up our minds never to broach running the gauntlet again in Russian waters, for they're devils to listen, and you never know where they are. Why, I've seen them at the time of the war crawlin' and sneakin' about all over, lying on the sofa in the billiard-rooms, and come and ask you to play in good English.
We know now that much of this fury of haste which was so bewildering at the time, which certainly has no parallel in history, was due to the perfection of Germany's long-laid plans. Major-General Farquarson, in his "Military History of the Invasion," says: "It may be doubted whether in all the history of warfare anything so scientifically perfect as the preparations for this attack can be found.
Yaunie did not quite understand all that was said, but knew it meant some form of obliquy, and replied, "Yes, and I hope so too." As soon as Farquarson had finished eating, he straightway came to the state-room and assured his host that he never remembered enjoying a breakfast so much. "Let's have a cigar," said he, "to soothe my nerves a bit." This was given him.
I am sure you would not intentionally do anything that would jeopardize my safety, and I feel that I have only to ask and you will give me your word not to do it." Farquarson jumped to his feet, gripped the hand of the captain in a sailorly fashion, and said "On my Masonic honour, I swear never to breathe again what you have warned me against, and I'm glad you told me.
"Oh," said the Claverhouse's commander, "that is old history. Come aboard and have breakfast with me." "All right," said Farquarson, "I'll have a wash up, and then come. But what a darned funny thing not to blow you up with the mines. I just said to my mate, they are a lot of lazy beasts, or there's something wrong with the wires.
"I must speak with him at once," said Yaunie. The captain, overhearing the conversation, called out, "All right, come to my room." "Well, Yaunie, what news this morning?" asked the captain. "Ah, it is very bad news," replied Yaunie. "That fool Farquarson," pointing to where the other steamer lay, "speaks all the time about what happened when you went from the port without permission.
And it's understood that mum's the word; but mind you're not through the wood yet. What do you say, Yaunie?" "I say you no speak so loud or so much. It is better not." "Very well, old skin-the-goat," said Farquarson playfully; "I suppose I am a bit noisy."
Farquarson got to the companion-way i.e. the entrance to the cabin and was about to make some further remarks when the captain of the Claverhouse said to Yaunie, "Let's go below, for God's sake! As long as he sees us he'll keep on." When they got into the cabin, the burly pilot was almost inarticulate. All he could say was "My goodness, what a tong! He must be dangerous to his owners.
The two captains did not meet again for several months, and when they did, Farquarson gave a vivid account of the development and ultimate success of what he termed the plot to extricate S from the possibility of being detained or heavily fined. "I assure you," said he, "they were on the scent. They asked if I was the man who was on the gunboat when the English steamer ran over the mines.
Farquarson explained that he would have to go to the Custom-house, and then to see his agents. Yaunie, with a significant look and gesture, warned him not to speak too much to port officers, bade him good-morning, said he would call back again in the afternoon, jumped on to the stage and went ashore. It was late in the afternoon before Captain S got down to the docks.
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