time in the day Iâd very serious thoughts indeed of leaving him altogether and fighting for Holland. This was when we saw our first English sail and there was great activity on the lower gun-deck against the chance of an encounter. She was a handsome, warlike vessel, bosomingstrongly along. âA seventy-four,â remarked Mynheer Leyden briskly. âBy tomorrow sheâll be driftwood!â Then we outpaced her and the sea was as clean as a German silver tray.
It was a few minutes before half past eight oâclock in the evening. Iâd been on deck together with several officers. The wind was gone. The air was still. A sharp-edged quarter moon seemed to have sliced the clouds into strips, so that they fell away slowly, leaving dark threads behind. Earlier, Mynheer Leyden had been urging me to speak with the captain relative to my becoming a midshipman, for I was of good family and too good for Mynheer Tripp. To be a painter was a lower-class ambition. (âAll right! He has his gift! But whatâs that to you and me? God gave him sharp eyesâbut He gave us good families! Vaarlem, my boyâI canât make you out!â) Then, a few minutes before half past eight, he said quietly, âVaarlem: youâd best go down and fetch him.â Which I did.
âSir: you must come up on deck at once.â
Mynheer Tripp glanced at me irritably, began to mumble something, then thought better of it. He stood up and wrapped himself in the filthy shawls and coat heâd strewn about the cabin.
âHurry, sir!â
âWhy? The sea wonât run away . . . and if it does, I shanât be sorry!â He followed me on to the deck.
âLook, Mynheer Tripp! The Englishman!â
For a proud moment, I thought heâd had enough brandy to make him behave like a Dutchman, for he stood quite still and silent. Then the brandyâs effect wore off and his own miserable spirit shone through. Every scrap of colour went from his face and he began to tremble with terror and rage!
âMadmen!â he shriekedâand I wished myself at thebottom of the sea and Mynheer Tripp with me. The Englishman was within half a kilometre, and still moving softly towards us, pulled by two longboats whose oars pricked little silver buds in the moonswept sea. She was as silent as the grave, and any moment now would turn, broadside on, and greet us with the roar of thirty-seven iron mouths. For she was the seventy-four.
Mynheer Tripp seized my arm and began dragging me towards the quarter-deck, shouting outrageously: âMove off! For Godâs sake move off! Weâll all be killed! How dare you do such a thing! Look! Look! This boy . . . of a good family . . . very important! If heâs harmed Iâll be prosecuted by his father. And so will you! I demand to go back! For Vaarlemâs sake! Oh, my God! A battle!â
They must have heard him aboard the Englishman. I could only pray that no one aboard it knew Dutch! I felt myself go as red as a poppy. To be used by this villainous coward as a mean excuseâI all but fought with him!
âYou pig, Mynheer Tripp!â I panted. âThis time youâve gone too far!â
âPig?â he hissed, between roarings at the captain. âYou shut your middle-class mouth, Master Vaarlem! These noodles have no right to expose me . . . us to such danger! Iâll sueâthatâs what Iâll do! In the courts!â
Captain Kuyperâa man whoâd faced death a hundred times and now faced it for maybe the lastâstared at Mynheer Tripp as if from a great distance.
âYou are perfectly right, sir. This ship is no place for you. You will be put off in the boat and rowed to where you may observe the engagement in safety. Or go to Holland. Or go to Hell, sir! As for the boyâhe may stay if he chooses. I would not be ashamed to die in
his
company.â
To my astonishment, before I