'It's as clear as possible,'Davies answered.'He doubled back into the
northern channel when he had misled me enough. Do you remember my
saying that when I last saw him I thought he had luffed and showed his
broadside? I had another bit of luck in that. He was luffing towards the
north— so it struck me through the blur— and when I in my turn came
up to the bank, and had to turn one way or the other to avoid it, I think I
should naturally have turned north too, as he had done. In that case I
should have been done for, for I should have had a mile of the bank to
skirt before reaching the north channel, and should have driven ashore
long before I got there. But as a matter of fact I turned south.'
'Why?'
'Couldn't help it. I was running on the starboard tack— boom over to
port; to turn north would have meant a jibe, and as things were I
couldn't risk one. It was blowing like Mens Armani Belt ; if anything had carried away I
should have been on shore in a jiffy. I scarcely thought about it at all, but
put the helm down and turned her south. Though I knew nothing about
it, that little central channel was now on my port hand, distant about two
cables. The whole thing was luck from beginning to end.'
Helped by pluck, I thought to myself, as I tried with my landsman's
fancy to conjure up that perilous scene. As to the truth of the affair, the
chart and Davies's version were easy enough to follow, but I felt only
half convinced. The'spy', as Davies strangely called his pilot, might have
honestly mistaken the course himself, outstripped his convoy inadvert-
ently, and escaped disaster as narrowly as she did. I suggested this on
the spur of the moment, but Davies was impatient.
'Wait till you hear the whole thing,'he said.'I must go back to when I
first met him. I told you that on that first evening he began by being as
rude as a bear and as cold as stone, and then became suddenly friendly. I
can see now that in the talk that followed he was pumping me hard. It
was an easy game to play, for I hadn't seen a gentleman since Morrison
left me, I was tremendously keen about my voyage, and I thought the
chap was a good sportsman, even if he was a bit dark about the ducks. I
talked quite freely— at least, as freely as I could with my bad German—
about my last fortnight's sailing; how I had been smelling out all the
channels in and out of the islands, how interested I had been in the
whole business, puzzling out the effect of the winds on the tides, the set
of the currents, and so on. I talked about my difficulties, too; the changes
in the buoys, the prehistoric rottenness of the English charts. He drew
me out as much as he could, and in the light of what followed I can see
the point of scores of his questions.
'The next day and the next I saw a good deal of him, and the same
thing went on. And then there were my plans for the future. My idea
was, as I told you, to go on exploring the German coast just as I had the
Dutch. His idea— Heavens, how plainly I see it now!— was to choke me
off, get me to clear out altogether from that part of the coast. That was
why he said there were no ducks. That was why he cracked up the Baltic
as a cruising-ground and shooting-ground. And that was why he
broached and stuck to that plan of sailing in company direct to the Elbe.
It was to see me clear.
