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“The essence o’ strategy bein’ forethought, the essence o’ tattics is surprise. Per’aps you didn’t know that? My forethought ‘avin’ secured the initial advantage in attack, it remained for the old man to ladle out the surprise-packets. ‘Eavens! What surprises! That night he dines with the wardroom, bein’ of the kind–I’ve told you as we were a ‘appy ship?–that likes it, and the wardroom liked it too. This ain’t common in the service. They had up the new Madeira–awful undisciplined stuff which gives you a cordite mouth next morning. They told the mess-men to navigate towards the extreme an’ remote ‘orizon, an’ they abrogated the sentry about fifteen paces out of earshot. Then they had in the Gunner, the Bo’sun, an’ the Carpenter, an’ stood them large round drinks. It all come out later– wardroom joints bein’ lower-deck hash, as the sayin’ is–that our Number One stuck to it that ‘e couldn’t trust the ship for the job. The old man swore ‘e could, ‘avin’ commanded ‘er over two years. He was right. There wasn’t a ship, I don’t care in what fleet, could come near the Archimandrites when we give our mind to a thing. We held the cruiser big-gun records, the sailing-cutter (fancy-rig) championship, an’ the challenge-cup row round the fleet. We ‘ad the best nigger-minstrels, the best football an’ cricket teams, an’ the best squee-jee band of anything that ever pushed in front of a brace o’ screws. An’ yet our Number One mistrusted us! ‘E said we’d be a floatin’ hell in a week, an’ it ‘ud take the rest o’ the commission to stop our way. They was arguin’ it in the wardroom when the bridge reports a light three points off the port bow. We overtakes her, switches on our search-light, an’ she discloses herself as a collier o’ no mean reputation, makin’ about seven knots on ‘er lawful occasions–to the Cape most like.

“Then the owner–so we ‘eard in good time–broke the boom, springin’ all mines together at close interval.

“‘Look ‘ere, my jokers,’ ‘e says (I’m givin’ the grist of ‘is arguments, remember), ‘Number One says we can’t enlighten this cutter-cuddlin Gaulish lootenant on the manners an’ customs o’ the Navy without makin’ the ship a market-garden. There’s a lot in that,’ ‘e says, ‘specially if we kept it up lavish, till we reached Ascension. But,’ ‘e says, ‘the appearance o’ this strange sail has put a totally new aspect on the game. We can run to just one day’s amusement for our friend, or else what’s the good o’ discipline? An’ then we can turn ‘im over to our presumably short-‘anded fellow-subject in the small-coal line out yonder. He’ll be pleased,’ says the old man, ‘an’ so will Antonio. M’rover,’ he says to Number One, ‘I’ll lay you a dozen o’ liquorice an’ ink’–it must ha’ been that new tawny port–‘that I’ve got a ship I can trust–for one day,’ ‘e says. ‘Wherefore,’ he says, ‘will you have the extreme goodness to reduce speed as requisite for keepin’ a proper distance behind this providential tramp till further orders?’ Now, that’s what I call tattics.

“The other manoeuvres developed next day, strictly in accordance with the plans as laid down in the wardroom, where they sat long an’ steady. ‘Op whispers to me that Antonio was a Number One spy when ‘e was in commission, and a French lootenant when ‘e was paid off, so I navigated at three ‘undred and ninety six revolutions to the galley, never ‘avin’ kicked a lootenant up to date. I may as well say that I did not manoeuvre against ‘im as a Frenchman, because I like Frenchmen, but stric’ly on ‘is rank an’ ratin’ in ‘is own navy. I inquired after ‘is health from Retallick.

“‘Don’t ask me,’ ‘e says, sneerin’ be’ind his silver spectacles. ”E’s promoted to be captain’s second supernumerary servant, to be dressed and addressed as such. If ‘e does ‘is dooties same as he skinned the spuds, I ain’t for changin’ with the old man.’