Ramage And The Rebels

'Second, from whichever direction we attack, they are against the light of the bonfire. The wind, such as it is, seems unable to make up its mind whether to be south - east or east, but the point is that the smoke is blowing to the west. If we attack from the windward side - from the east, this side - we can reasonably expect the survivors to run away to the west.'

'But sir,' Baker asked, 'supposing they don't bolt to the west but stand and fight?'

Then we'll bolt to the east,' Ramage said lightly, but added as soon as the others had stopped chuckling: Though it is a good question to which there's no answer except that we must make sure they do.

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'So your Marines will be out on each side of the bonfire while the six companies of seamen attack from this side, driving the rebels past your men, like beaters at the butts. Volleys first from muskets and pistols; then close in with pike and cutlass.'

'Can we be sure the rebels will be gathered this side drinking and eating, sir?' Wagstaffe asked cautiously.

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'Well, finish the answer,' Ramage said, laughing with Re

'It's a hot night and anyway no one sits on the lee side of a huge bonfire I They'll all be up to windward, clear of the smoke and beat Even the men tending the roasting carcases will be up to windward.'

'Aye, but they won't be roasting whole carcases on a bonfire like that,' Aitken said. The outside flesh would get charred long before the rest was cooked. They'll be roasting nice cuts on long poles, if I know anything about it. A whole carcase means a spit and someone to turn it - and it takes hours. And to feed five hundred or more .. . better to cut up the carcases and issue raw meat and leave it to individuals to do their own cooking.'

'Very well,' Ramage said, 'the main thing is that we don't kill each other accidentally. We all have watches, and the bonfire means we can see the time.' He took out his watch and saw it wanted three - quarters of an hour to midnight 'We'll allow an hour and a quarter for us to get into position. So at half past midnight, the moment you hear three musket shots one after another at one - second intervals, you all open fire. The three shots should be enough to make the sleepers and the drunks sit up to see what's going on, providing you with more targets, and reveal where the sentries are. One hundred and eighty musket balls, followed by one hundred and eighty pistol balls, should kill a few, because Re

That's only four hundred and forty shots, sir, and you said there are five hundred rebels and privateersmen!' Aitken said.

True enough,' Ramage said with mock seriousness, 'but you speak as a seaman. Re

'Now, I want the second company of Marines under the sergeant to go to the rear of our column, then well be approaching in the order we attack. Your company will be to the south, Re

The bonfire was a good twenty yards long, but low now, the rebels had obviously started off with a great blaze in the afternoon and then kept it stoked so that the whole mass glowed red, just right for roasting. Dozens of shadowy figures moved about, lit up by flames spurting up from time to time as more tree branches and brushwood were flung on.

Many rebels were lying on the ground, holding out long sticks - they might well be boarding pikes - with cuts of meat cooking on the end, like men fishing from a river bank. There were few sentries; Ramage could see only one in front of his position, a man squatting down with a musket clasped in his arms.

The rebels were drinking - one could see bottles being passed round, and men were occasionally filling jugs from some casks propped up dear of the ground, well to windward of the flames. Occasionally they burst into snatches of revolutionary songs, but the heat, the wine, the mosquitoes and sheer sleepiness seemed to be draining their martial ardour. As far as Ramage could make out, only a quarter of the rebels were actually asleep, dark shadows lying like sheep in a meadow forty yards or so in front of the bonfire.

He wriggled and carefully moved a sharp stone thai was numbing his left thigh. He looked at his watch again. Only three minutes had passed. He was sure that if he looked again he'd find the watch was going backwards. Jackson was lying to his left, musket in' front of him, the butt ready to slide against his shoulder, Stafford was to his right, with Rossi beyond. The rest of the men were lying to left and right, so that Ramage was in the middle of the line, the best place to shout orders both ways.

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The challenge was from over to the right, in front of Baker's company.

'Qui va la?'

The French sentry, obviously a privateersman, sounded certain that he had spotted someone.

Then Ramage saw the sentry: he was standing bolt upright, staring into the darkness, a darkness which was emphasized by the light of the bonfire behind him. Then suddenly the man raised his musket to his shoulder and fired.

At once scores of rebels began rousing themselves in front of the fire. Now for the signal!

'Jackson, Stafford, Rossi . . . Well attack now. Ready, Jackson? Fire! ... Stafford, fire! ... Rossi, fire!'

To Ramage's right the British muskets fired in a ragged drumroll with the muzzle flashes flickering like summer lightning. Against the bonfire he saw men collapsing like half - filled sacks tossed from a granary steps, while others went down flat in a dive, showing they were unwounded and seeking safety.

Ramage had a pistol in each hand as he scrambled up and began to run towards the fire. 'Forward, men! Pistols when you're within range, then cutlass and pike I'

He was shrieking with excitement, but he knew it; there was no need for self - control now - he wanted his one hundred and eighty men to rout five hundred, and an excited, shouting and howling dash might do it!

Jackson to one side, Stafford the other - and out of the corner of his eye he could see a dark line rising up on his right and sweeping forward. Ahead there were fast - moving shapes against the flames and red glow: startled rebels scrambling up, flashes here and there as flames reflected on sword blades. A few flashes from pistols or muskets, but Ramage knew they must be through the line of sentries.