the　sails　hung　limp　and　straight　above　them。　　A　belt　of　calm　lay
  along　the　horizon；　and　the　waves　around　had　smoothed　down　into　a
  long　oily　swell　on　which　the　two　little　vessels　rose　and　fell。
  The　great　boom　of　the　Marie　Rose　rattled　and　jarred　with　every
  lurch；　and　the　high　thin　prow　pointed　skyward　one　instant　and
  seaward　the　next　in　a　way　that　drew　fresh　groans　from　the　unhappy
  Aylward。　　In　vain　Cock　Badding　pulled　on　his　sheets　and　tried　hard
  to　husband　every　little　wandering　gust　which　ruffled　for　an
  instant　the　sleek　rollers。　　The　French　master　was　as　adroit　a
  sailor；　and　his　boom　swung　round　also　as　each　breath　of　wind　came
  up　from　astern。
  At　last　even　these　fitful　puffs　died　finally　away；　and　a　cloudless
  sky　overhung　a　glassy　sea。　　The　sun　was　almost　upon　the　horizon
  behind　Dungeness　Point；　and　the　whole　western　heaven　was　bright
  with　the　glory　of　the　sunset；　which　blended　sea　and　sky　in　one
  blaze　of　ruddy　light。　　Like　rollers　of　molten　gold；　the　long　swell
  heaved　up　Channel　from　the　great　ocean　beyond。　　In　the　midst　of
  the　immense　beauty　and　peace　of　nature　the　two　little　dark　specks
  with　the　white　sail　and　the　purple　rose　and　fell；　so　small　upon
  the　vast　shining　bosom　of　the　waters；　and　yet　so　charged　with　all
  the　unrest　and　the　passion　of　life。。
  The　experienced　eye　of　the　seaman　told　him　that　it　was　hopeless　to
  expect　a　breeze　before　nightfall。　　He　looked　across　at　the
  Frenchman；　which　lay　less　than　a　quarter　of　a　mile　ahead；　and
  shook　his　gnarled　list　at　the　line　of　heads　which　could　be　seen
  looking　back　over　her　stern。　　One　of　them　waved　a　white　kerchief
  in　derision；　and　Cock　Badding　swore　a　bitter　oath　at　the　sight。
  〃By　Saint　Leonard　of　Winchelsea；〃　he　cried；　〃I　will　rub　my　side　up
  against　her　yet！　　Out　with　the　skiff；　lads；　and　two　of　you　to　the
  oars。　　Make　fast　the　line　to　the　mast；　Will。　　Do　you　go　in　the
  boat；　Hugh；　and　I'll　make　the　second。　　Now　if　we　bend　our　backs　to
  it　we　may　have　them　yet　ere　night　cover　them。〃
  The　little　skiff　was　swiftly　lowered　over　the　side　and　the　slack
  end　of　the　cable　fastened　to　the　after　thwart。　　Cock　Badding　and
  his　comrades　pulled　as　if　they　would　snap　their　oars；　and　the
  little　vessel　began　slowly　to　lurch　forward　over　the　rollers。　　But
  the　next　moment　a　larger　skiff　had　splashed　over　the　side　of　the
  Frenchman；　and　no　less　than　four　seamen　were　hard　at　work　under
  her　bows。　　If　the　Marie　Rose　advanced　a　yard　the　Frenchman　was
  going　two。　　Again　Cock　Badding　raved　and　shook　his　fist。　　He
  clambered　aboard；　his　face　wet　with　sweat　and　dark　with　anger。
  〃Curse　them！　　they　have　had　the　best　of　us！〃　he　cried。　　〃I　can　do
  no　more。　　Sir　John　has　lost　his　papers；　for　indeed　now　that　night
  is　at　hand　I　can　see　no　way　in　which　we　can　gain　them。〃
  Nigel　had　leaned　against　the　bulwark　during　these　events；　watching
  with　keen　attention　the　doings　of　the　sailors；　and　praying
  alternately　to　Saint　Paul；　Saint　George；　and　Saint　Thomas　for　a
  slant　of　wind　which　would　put　them　along　side　their　enemy。　　He　was
  silent；　but　his　hot　heart　was　simmering　within　him。　　His　spirit
  had　risen　even　above　the　discomfort　of　the　sea；　and　his　mind　was
  too　absorbed　in　his　mission　to　have　a　thought　for　that　which　had
  laid　Aylward　flat　upon　the　deck。　　He　had　never　doubted　that　Cock
  Badding　in　one　way　or　another　would　accomplish　his　end；　but　when
  he　heard　his　speech　of　despair　he　bounded　off　the　bulwark　and
  stood　before　the　seaman　with　his　face　flushed　and　all　his　soul
  afire。
  〃By　Saint　Paul！　　master…shipman；〃　he　cried；　〃we　should　never　hold
  up　our　heads　in　honor　if　we　did　not　go　further　into　the　matter！
  Let　us　do　some　small　deed　this　night　upon　the　water；　or　let　us
  never　see　land　again；　for　indeed　we　could　not　wish　fairer　prospect
  of　winning　honorable　advancement。〃
  〃With　your　leave；　little　master；　you　speak　like　a　fool；〃　said　the
  gruff　seaman。　　〃You　and　all　your　kind　are　as　children　when　once
  the　blue　water　is　beneath　you。　　Can　you　not　see　that　there　is　no
  wind；　and　that　the　Frenchman　can　warp　her　as　swiftly　as　we？　　What
  then　would　you　do？〃
  Nigel　pointed　to　the　boat　which　towed　astern。　　〃Let　us　venture
  forth　in　her；〃　said　he；　〃and　let　us　take　this　ship　or　die
  worshipful　in　the　attempt。〃
  His　bold　and　fiery　words　found　their　echo　in　the　brave　rough
  hearts　around　him。　　There　was　a　deep…chested　shout　from　both
  archers　and　seamen。　　Even　Aylward　sat　up；　with　a　wan　smile　upon
  his　green　face。
  But　Cock　Badding　shook　his　head。　　〃I　have　never　met　the　man　who
  could　lead　where　I　would　not　follow；〃　said　he；　〃but　by　Saint
  Leonard！　　this　is　a　mad　business；　and　I　should　be　a　fool　if　I　were
  to　risk　my　men　and　my　ship。　　Bethink　you；　little　master；　that　the
  skiff　can　hold　only　five；　though　you　load　her　to　the　water's　edge。
  If　there　is　a　man　yonder；　there　are　fourteen；　and　you　have　to
  climb　their　side　from　the　boat。　　What　chance　would　you　have？　　Your
  boat　stove　and　you　in　the　water　…　there　is　the　end　of　it。　　No　man
  of　mine　goes　on　such　a　fool's　errand；　and　so　I　swear！〃
  〃Then；　Master　Badding；　I　must　crave　the　loan　of　your　skiff；　for　by
  Saint　Paul！　　the　good　Lord　Chandos'　papers　are　not　to　be　so
  lightly　lost。　　If　no　one　else　will　come；　then　I　will　go　alone。〃
  The　shipman　smiled　at　the　words；　but　the　smile　died　away　from　his
  lips　when　Nigel；　with　features　set　like　ivory　and　eyes　as　hard　as
  steel；　pulled　on　the　rope　so　as　to　bring　the　skiff　under　the
  counter。　　It　was　very　clear　that　he　would　do　even　as　he　said。　　At
  the　same　time　Aylward　raised　his　bulky　form　from　the　deck；　leaned
  for　a　moment　against　the　bulwarks；　and　then　tottered　aft　to　his
  master's　side。
  〃Here　is　one　that　will　go　with　you；〃　said　he；　〃or　he　would　never
  dare　show　his　face　to　the　girls　of　Tilford　again。　　Come；　archers；
  let　us　leave　these　salt　herrings　in　their　pickle　tub　and　try　our
  luck　out　on　the　water。〃
  The　three　archers　at　once　ranged　themselves　on　the　same　side　as
  their　comrade。　　They　were　bronzed；　bearded　men；　short　in　stature；
  as　were　most　Englishmen　of　that　day；　but　hardy；　strong　and　skilled
  with　their　weapons。　　Each　drew　his　string　from　its　waterproof　case
  and　bent　the　huge　arc　of　his　war…bow　as　he　fitted　it　into　the
  nocks。
  〃Now；　master；　we　are　at　your　back；〃　said　they　as　they　pulled　and
  tightened　their　sword…belts。
  But　already　Cock　Badding　had　been　carried　away　by　the　hot　lust　of
  battle　and　had　thrown　aside　every　fear　and　doubt　which　had　clouded
  him。　　To　see　a　fight　and　not　to　be　in　it　was　more　than　he　could
  bear。
  〃Nay；　have　it　your　own　way！〃　he　cried；　〃and　may　Saint　Leonard　help
  us；　for　a　madder　venture　I　have　never　seen！　　And　yet　it　may　be
  worth　the　trial。　　But　if　it　be　done　let　me　have　the　handling　of
  it；　little　master；　for　you　know　no　more　of　a　boat　than　I　do　of　a
  war…horse。　　The　skiff　can　bear　five　and　not　a　man　more。　　Now；　who
  will　come？〃
  They　had　all　caught　fire；　and　there　was　not　one　who　would　be　left
  out。
  Badding　picked　up　his　hammer。　　〃I　will　come　myself；〃　said　he；　〃and
  you　also；　little　master；　since　it　is　your　hot　head　that　has
  planned　it。　　Then　there　is　Black　Simon；　the　best　sword　of　the
  Cinque　Ports。　　Two　archers　can　pull　on　the　oars；　and　it　may　be
  that　they　can　pick　off　two　or　three　of　these　Frenchmen　before　we
  close　with　them。　　Hugh　Baddlesmere；　and　you；　Dicon　of　Rye　…　into
  the　boat　with　you！〃
  〃What？　　〃　cried　Aylward。　　〃Am　I　to　be　left　behind？　　I；　who　am　the
  Squire's　own　man？　　Ill　fare　the　bowman　who　comes　betwixt　me　and
  yonder　boat！〃
  〃Nay；　Aylward；〃　said　his　master；　〃I　order　that　you　stay；　for
  indeed　you　are　a　sick　man。〃
  〃But　now　that　the　waves　have　sunk　I　am　myself　again。　　Nay；　fair
  sir；　I　pray　that　you　will　not　leave　me　behind。〃
  〃You　must　needs　take　the　space　of　a　better　man；　for　what　do　you
  know　of　the　handling　of　a　boat？〃　said　Badding　shortly。　　〃No　more
  fool's　talk；　I　pray　you；　for　the　night　will　soon　fall。　　Stand
  aside！〃
  Aylward　looked　hard　at　the　French　boat。　　〃I　could　swim　ten　times
  up　and　down　Frensham　pond；〃　said　he；　〃and　it　will　be　strange　if　I
  cannot　go　as　far　as　that。　　By　these　finger…bones；　Samkin　Aylward
  may　be　there　as　soon　as　you！〃
  The　little　boat　with　its　five　occupants　pushed　off　from　the　side
  of　the　schooner；　and　dipping　and　rising；　made　its　slow　way　toward
  the　Frenchman。　　Badding　and　one　archer　had　single　oars；　the　second
  archer　was　in　the　prow；　while　Black　Simon　and　Nigel　huddled　into
  the　stern　with　the　water　lapping　and　hissing　at　their　very　elbows。
  A　shout　of　defiance　rose　from　the　Frenchmen；　and　they　stood　in　a
  line　along　the　side　of　their　vessel　shaking　their　fists　and　waving
  their　weapons。　　Already　the　sun　was　level　with　Dungeness；　and　the
  gray　of　evening　was　blurring　sky　and　water　into　one　dim　haze。　　A
  great　silence　hung　over　the　broad　expanse　of　nature；　and　no　sound
  broke　it　save　the　dip　and　splash　of　the　oars　and　the　slow　deep
  surge　of　the　boat　upon　the　swell。　　Behind　them　their　comrades　of
  the　Marie　Rose　stood　motionless　and　silent；　watching　their
  progress　with　eager　eyes。
  They　were　near　enough　now　to　have　a　good　look　at　the　Frenchmen。
  One　was　a　big　swarthy　man　with　a　long　black　beard。　　He　had　a　red
  cap　and　an　ax　over　his　shoulder。　　There　were　ten　other
  hardy…looking　fellows；　all　of　them　well　armed；　and　there　were
  three　who　seemed