admiral de mello had been true to his word, and had obeyed the order which had reached him through the proper channel. he was within a hundred miles of port said when the despatch-boat, with the agent of the republic, had been met. he at once changed his course, and steamed towards the city he had so lately left. his fleet consisted of two battleships, which, though slow and out of date, were yet formidable machines, two cruisers, and a gunboat. the inopportune bursting of a steam-pipe on board the flagship, the fortuna, caused a delay of several hours, and it was not till two o'clock in the afternoon of the second day that he rounded the point and saw the harbour and city of laurania rise fair and white on the starboard bow. his officers scanned the capital, which was their home and of whose glories they were proud, with anxious eyes; nor were their fears unfounded. the smoke of half a dozen conflagrations rose from among the streets and gardens; the foreign shipping had moved out of the basin and lay off in the roads, for the most part under steam; a strange red flag flew from the fort at the end of the mole.
the admiral, signalling for half-speed, picked his way towards the mouth of the channel cautiously. it was so contrived that a vessel in passing must be exposed to a cross-fire from the heavy guns in the batteries. the actual passage was nearly a mile wide, but the navigable channel itself was dangerously narrow and extremely difficult. de mello, who knew every foot of it, led the way in the fortuna; the two cruisers, sorato and petrarch, followed; the gunboat rienzi was next, and the other battleship, saldanho, brought up the rear. the signal was made to clear for action; the men were beat to quarters; the officers went to their posts, and the fleet, assisted by a favourable tide, steamed slowly towards the entrance.
the rebel gunners wasted no time in formalities. as the fortuna came into the line of fire, two great bulges of smoke sprang from the embrasures; the nine-inch guns of the seaward battery were discharged. both shells flew high and roared through the masts of the warship, who increased her speed to seven knots and stood on her course followed by her consorts. as each gun of the forts came to bear, it was fired, but the aim was bad, and the projectiles ricochetted merrily over the water, raising great fountains of spray, and it was not until the leading ship had arrived at the entrance of the channel, that she was struck.
a heavy shell, charged with a high explosive, crashed into the port-battery of the fortuna, killing and wounding nearly sixty men, as well as dismounting two out of the four guns. this roused the huge machine; the forward turret revolved and, turning swiftly towards the fort, brought its great twin guns to bear. their discharge was almost simultaneous, and the whole ship staggered with the violence of the recoil. both shells struck the fort and exploded on impact, smashing the masonry to splinters and throwing heaps of earth into the air; but the harm done was slight. safe in their bomb-proofs, the rebel gunners were exposed only to the danger of missiles entering the embrasures; while such guns as fired from barbette mountings were visible only at the moment of discharge.
nevertheless the great ship began literally to spout flame in all directions, and her numerous quick-firing guns searched for the embrasures, sprinkling their small shells with prodigal rapidity. several of these penetrated, and the rebels began to lose men. as the ships advanced, the cross-fire grew hotter, and each in succession replied furiously. the cannonade became tremendous, the loud explosions of the heavy guns being almost drowned by the incessant rattle of the quick firers; the waters of the harbour were spotted all over with great spouts of foam, while the clear air showed the white smoke-puffs of the bursting shells. the main battery of the fortuna was completely silenced. a second shell had exploded with a horrid slaughter, and the surviving sailors had fled from the scene to the armoured parts of the vessel; nor could their officers induce them to return to that fearful shambles, where the fragments of their comrades lay crushed between masses of senseless iron. the sides of the ships were scored and torn all over, and the copious streams of water from the scuppers attested the energy of the pumps. the funnel of the fortuna had been shot off almost level with the deck, and the clouds of black smoke floating across her quarters drove the gunners from the stern-turret and from the after-guns. broken, dismantled, crowded with dead and dying, her vitals were still uninjured, and her captain, in the conning tower, feeling that she still answered the helm, rejoiced in his good fortune and held on his course.
the cruiser petrarch had her steam steering-gear twisted and jammed by a shell, and becoming unmanageable grounded on a sand-bank. the forts, redoubling their fire, began to smash her to pieces. she displayed a white flag and stopped firing: but of this no notice was taken, and as the other ships dared not risk going ashore in helping her, she became a wreck and blew up at three o'clock with a prodigious report.
the saldanho, who suffered least and was very heavily armoured, contrived to shelter the gunboat a good deal, and the whole fleet passed the batteries after forty minutes' fighting and with a loss of two hundred and twenty men killed and wounded, exclusive of the entire crew of the petrarch, who were all destroyed. the rebel loss was about seventy, and the damage done to the forts was slight. but it was now the turn of the sailors. the city of laurania was at their mercy.
the admiral brought his ships to anchor five hundred yards from the shore. he hoisted a flag of truce, and as all his boats had been smashed in running the gauntlet, he signalled to the custom-house that he was anxious for a parley, and desired that an officer should be sent.
after about an hour's delay, a launch put out from the jetty and ran alongside the fortuna. two rebel officers in the uniform of the republican militia, and with red sashes round their waists, came on board. de mello received them on his battered quarter-deck, with extreme politeness. rough sailor as he was, he had mixed with men of many lands, and his manners were invariably improved by the proximity of danger or the consciousness of power. "may i ask," he said, "to what we are indebted for this welcome to our native city?"
the senior of the two officers replied that the forts had not fired till they were fired upon. the admiral did not argue the point, but asked what had happened in the city. on hearing of the revolution and of the death of the president, he was deeply moved. like sorrento, he had known molara for many years, and he was an honest, open-hearted man. the officers continued that the provisional government would accept his surrender and that of his ships, and would admit him and his officers to honourable terms as prisoners of war. he produced the authorisation of the committee of public safety, signed by savrola.
de mello somewhat scornfully requested him to be serious.
the officer pointed out that the fleet in its battered condition could not again run the gauntlet of the batteries and would be starved out.
to this de mello replied that the forts at the head of the harbour were in like condition, as his guns now commanded both the approaches by the military mole and the promontory. he also stated that he had six weeks' provisions on board and added that he thought he had sufficient ammunition.
his advantage was not denied. "undoubtedly, sir," said the officer, "it is in your power to render great services to the provisional government and to the cause of liberty and justice."
"at present," replied the admiral dryly, "it is the cause of justice that appears to need my support."
to that the officers could find no more to say than that they had fought for a free parliament and meant to have their way.
the admiral took a turn or two before replying. "my terms are these," he said at last. "the leader of the conspiracy—this man, savrola—must be surrendered at once and stand his trial for murder and rebellion. until this has been done, i will not treat. unless this is done by six o'clock to-morrow morning, i shall bombard the town and shall continue to do so until my terms are complied with."
both officers protested that this would be a barbarity, and hinted that he would be made to answer for his shells. the admiral declined to discuss the matter or to consider other terms. as it was impossible to move him, the officers returned to the shore in their launch. it was now four o'clock.
as soon as this ultimatum was reported to the committee of public safety at the mayoralty, something very like consternation ensued. the idea of a bombardment was repugnant to the fat burgesses who had joined the party of revolt so soon as it had become obvious that it was the winning side. it was also distasteful to the socialists who, however much they might approve of the application of dynamite to others, did not themselves relish the idea of a personal acquaintance with high explosives.
the officers related their interview and the admiral's demands.
"and if we refuse to comply?" inquired savrola.
"then he will open fire at six o'clock to-morrow morning."
"well, gentlemen, we shall have to grin and bear it. they will not dare to shoot away all their ammunition, and so soon as they see that we are determined, they will give in. women and children will be safe in the cellars, and it may be possible to bring some of the guns of the forts to bear on the harbour." there was no enthusiasm. "it will be an expensive game of bluff," he added.
"there is a cheaper way," said a socialist delegate from the end of the table, significantly.
"what do you propose?" asked savrola looking hard at him; the man had been a close ally of kreutze.
"i say that it would be cheaper if the leader of the revolt were to sacrifice himself for the sake of society."
"that is your opinion; i will take the sense of the committee on it." there were cries of "no! no!" and "shame!" from many present. some were silent; but it was evident that savrola had the majority. "very well," he said acidly; "the committee of public safety do not propose to adopt the honourable member's suggestion. he is overruled,"—here he looked hard at the man, who blenched,—"as he will frequently be among people of civilised habits."
another man got up from the end of the long table. "look here," he said roughly; "if our city is at their mercy, we have hostages. we have thirty of these popinjays who fought us this morning; let us send and tell the admiral that we shall shoot one for every shell he fires."
there was a murmur of assent. many approved of the proposal, because they thought that it need never be carried into execution, and all wanted to prevent the shells. savrola's plan, however wise, was painful. it was evident that the new suggestion was a popular one.
"it is out of the question," said savrola.
"why?" asked several voices.
"because, sirs, these officers surrendered to terms, and because the republic does not butcher innocent men."
"let us divide upon it," said the man.
"i protest against a division. this is not a matter of debate or of opinion; it is a matter of right and wrong."
"nevertheless i am for voting."
"and i," "and i," "and i," shouted many voices.
the voting went forward. renos supported savrola on legal grounds; the case of the officers was now sub judice, so he said. godoy abstained. the majority in favour of the proposal was twenty-one to seventeen.
the count of hands was received with cheering. savrola shrugged his shoulders. "it is impossible that this can go on. are we become barbarians in a morning?"
"there is an alternative," said kreutze's friend.
"there is, sir; an alternative that i should gladly embrace before this new plan was carried out. but," in a low menacing tone, "the people will be invited to pronounce an opinion first, and i may have an opportunity of showing them their real enemies and mine."
the man made no reply to the obvious threat; like all the others he stood in considerable awe of savrola's power with the mob and of his strong dominating character. the silence was broken by godoy, who said that the matter had been settled by the committee. a note was therefore drafted and despatched to the admiral, informing him that the military prisoners would be shot should he bombard the city. after further discussion the committee broke up.
savrola remained behind, watching the members move slowly away talking as they went. then he rose and entered the small room he had used as his office. his spirits were low. slight as it was, his wound hurt him; but worse than that, he was conscious that there were hostile influences at work; he was losing his hold over the party. while victory was still in the balance he had been indispensable; now they were prepared to go on alone. he thought of all he had gone through that day; the terrible scene of the night, the excitement and anxiety while the fighting was going on, the strange experience in the square, and, last of all, this grave matter. his mind, however, was made up. he knew enough of de mello to guess what his answer would be. "they are soldiers," he would say; "they must give their lives if necessary. no prisoner should allow his friends to be compromised on his account. they should not have surrendered." when the bombardment began he could imagine fear turning to cruelty, and the crowd carrying out the threat that their leaders had made. whatever happened, the affair could not be allowed to continue.
he rang the bell. "ask the secretary to come here," he said to the attendant. the man departed, and in a few moments returned with miguel. "what officer has charge of the prison?"
"i don't think the officials have been altered; they have taken no part in the revolution."
"well, write an order to the governor to send the prisoners of war, the military officers taken this afternoon, in closed carriages to the railway station. they must be there at ten o'clock to-night."
"are you going to release them?" asked miguel opening his eyes.
"i am going to send them to a place of security," answered savrola ambiguously.
miguel began to write the order without further comment. savrola took the telephone off the table and rang up the railway-station. "tell the traffic-manager to come and speak to me. are you there?—the president of the executive committee of the council of public safety—do you hear? have a special train,—accommodation for thirty—ready to start at ten p.m. clear the line to the frontier,—yes,—right to the frontier."
miguel looked up from his writing quickly, but said nothing. although he had deserted the president when he saw that he was ruined and his cause lost, he hated savrola with a genuine hatred. an idea came into his head.
