Austin had been listening with one ear to the gunfire. “They've stopped shooting. Tell your men to keep their heads down and wait for orders.” Austin realized Slade was in command. “I'm sorry. Those are suggestions. This is your command.”

“Thanks,” Slade said. “Your suggestions are well taken. Don't worry, I won't fall apart. I was a Marine before they gave me this duty. I'm only here because I hurt my knee in an accident.”

Austin studied the young man's face and saw no fear, only determination.

“Okay, here's my take on that strafing run. They wanted to drive off the tug so we'd be dead in the water. They know they can't sink us. My guess is that they'll try to board us.”

Slade tucked his chin in. “That's unacceptable. No enemy has ever come aboard the Constitution except for prisoners of war. You can be certain it's not going to happen on my watch.” He glanced around the spar deck. “There's only one problem. The ship originally carried more than four hundred men. We're a little shorthanded.”

“We'll have to make do. Can we get the old girl moving?”

“We were about to hoist sail when we stopped to pick you and your friend up. The best we can get out of it is a couple of knots. lronsides is no speedboat.”

“The main thing is that we establish even a little control of the situation. It will keep them guessing. Speed's not important. What about weapons? Any on board?”

Slade laughed and pointed to the cannon lined up on both sides of the deck. “You're talking about a fighting ship. Take your pick, thirty-two-pounder Carronades on this deck and twenty-four-pounder long guns below. Plus a couple of Bow Chasers. More than fifty cannon total. Unfortunately, we're not allowed to carry gunpowder.”

“I was thinking about something more practical.”

“We've got boarding pikes and axes and cutlasses. There are belaying pins everywhere. They make fine blackjacks.”

Austin told the young officer to do what he could. Slade gathered his men around, introduced Austin and told the crew that the people who shot up the ship might try boarding it. He ordered every light on the ship doused and told some of the crew to get aloft. They scrambled up the rigging and onto the yards, where they loosed the topsails. The inner jib was set and the ship began to move, on her own, at a speed of about one knot.

The sail crew dropped down to the deck and hauled up the main topsail yard. The 3,500-square-foot mainsail filled with the breeze, and the mast began to squeak. The ship crept along at the speed of a fast snail. Then the outer jib was set, followed by the fore topsail. The ship tripled its speed. The movement would pose no problem for anyone trying to board, but it gave the crew a modicum of control. In the meantime, weapons were being stacked on the deck.