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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Ah!" said John Ozanne, "I'd heard of that. If we happen across him we'll pick up that five thousand pounds or we'll know the reason why."
John Ozanne tried him with our long gun forward, but the shot fell short. In point of metal the Frenchman beat us, and our best hope was to close with him as quickly as possible. But he knew that quite as well as we. He was well up to his business, and chose his own distance.
The London merchants have put a price on him, and there'll be that, and himself, and a share in the Indiaman besides, and we'll go back to Peter Port with our pockets lined." We gave him a cheer and hungered for the fray. John Ozanne took us round in a wide sweep to open the ships, and every eye and glass was glued to them.
Monsieur Torode was still leaning over the wall, and watching me fixedly, when I turned the corner of the outer ridge of rocks and crept away through the mazy channels towards Peter Port. When I got farther out, and could get an occasional glimpse of the rampart, he was still leaning on it and was still staring out at me just as I had left him. There was no difficulty in finding John Ozanne.
I told her most of my story, but said no word as yet of her brother Helier, for she had quite enough to bear. And, through all her askings, I could catch unconscious glimpses of the faith and hope and love she had borne for me all through those weary months. She had never believed me dead, she said, though John Ozanne and all his men had long since been given up in Peter Port.
"That's no merchantman," said old Martin. "A French Navy ship a corvette about fifteen guns a-side maybe, and t'other's an English gun brig; making rare game of her she is too. Minds me of a dog and a bull." "Maybe the old man'll take a hand just for practice." And John Ozanne was quite willing. We were ordered to quarters, and ran in, with our colours up, prepared to take our share.
John Ozanne's ship was sunk by the French, privateer, Main Rouge, and John Ozanne himself and such of his men as tried to save themselves were shot in the water as they swam for their lives, and that was cold-blooded murder. Phil here saw what was toward and saved his life by floating under a spar and sail. And this Main Rouge who did this thing is Torode of Herm "
It was John Ozanne, and presently he recovered sufficiently to get his other arm up and draw himself chest-high to look about him. The light spar would not support us both, and I let myself sink into the water, with only a grip on a hanging rope's end to keep in tow with it.
Helene, said Ozanne, always talked of poison if anyone left their food. ``Do you think I'm poisoning you? she would ask. A girl named Cambrai gave evidence that Helene, coming away from the cemetery after the burial of the child, said to her, ``I am not so sorry about the child. Its parents have treated me shabbily. The witness thought Helene too insensitive and reproached her.
We had four mates, all tried Peter Port men, and our only fears were as to possible lack of the enemy's merchant ships in quantity and quality sufficient for our requirements. On the second day out, a slight haze on the sky-line shortening our view, the sound of firing came down to us on the wind, and John Ozanne promptly turned the Swallow's beak in that direction.
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