Hornblower: The Even Chance Page #2

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He takes your meaning, Jack.

Oh Clayton, you gin-soaked sot.

Strangle a tune from that

fiddle of yours.

Hornblower...

Cut a reel.

Didn't you hear me, sir?

Dance, I said.

Dance! Dance! Dance!

I've seen men caper more lively on

the end of a gibbet.

Mr. Kennedy,

that Mr. Hornblower might learn

who runs this mess,

you'll wake him every half-hour

day and night

until I tell you otherwise.

Kennedy! Archie!

Kennedy! I said wake Hornblower,

not me and the whole darn ship

- He's sick.

- I don't care if he's dying. Keep him quiet.

Archie!

He's started again. I feared as much.

Clayton! If he's unfit,

you'll take his duties

in respect to waking Hornblower.

- Do you hear?

- As you please, Jack. As you please.

Help me get him back to his bed.

It's all right, Archie,

it's all right. A bad dream.

Sleep now, sleep.

What ails him?

What ails us all?

Sir! Mr. Hornblower!

Mr. Eccleston asks if you can attend

him in the fighting top.

- The fighting top?

- Aye, sir. At once, he said.

Not afraid of heights,

are you, Snotty?

Mind you, mighty long drop.

Help me! Please.

Help me... please.

Time, gentlemen!

Let's see how you have fared

with the problem

set for you by Mr. Bowles.

Mr. SimpsonWe must all rejoice,

the sources of the Nile have been

discovered at last.

Your ship, as far as I can make out

from your illiterate scrawl

is in central Africa.

see what other terrae incogitiae

have been opened up

by the remaining intrepid explorers.

Mr Cleveland, No.

Mr. Hether, No.

Mr. Kennedy, No.

Mr. Hornblower.

You must be proud to be

alone successful

among this crowd of

intellectual giants.

If you double your attainment while

you double your years,

I'm a-feared you'll leave

the rest of us behind.

Well done, Mr. Hornblower.

Mr. Bowles! Be so good

to see that Mr. Simpson

pays even further attention to

his mathematical studies.

Good day, gentlemen!

I've been thinking, gentlemen.

It's time to reconvene the

proceedings of the Inquisition.

Who shall we question? There can

only be one candidate

who else but the captain's favourite

Mr. Hornblower. Cleveland,

Hether table.

- Jack...

- Do it unless you want to take his place.

Leave me go!

Quiet boy!

You're a bit of a dark horse,

aren't you, Snotty?

Showing us all up in front

of Captain Keene. Turn him over.

Come on!

Now, the purpose of this Inquisition

is for me

to get to know you better.

You see, I know these dogs.

I know what gnaws at their

souls at night

things they'd rather no one knew of.

So, what's your dirty little secret?

A fancier of other boys, perhaps?

Or is it that your mother makes

her living on her back?

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