Just as the seamen hustled the 78th below decks, one smiling Canadian boarded the ship. He looked around, saw the last of the kilted Highlanders, stared in astonishment at his mistake and turned to flee.
“Grab that man!’” the thin-faced lieutenant ordered. A burly petty officer ran across the deck and wrapped powerful arms around the Canadian.
“You’re with us now, François!”
Another seaman clapped a firm hand over the Canadian’s mouth to prevent him from shouting out. Up aloft, the French ensign fluttered down, with the Union Jack raised in its place.
“That was artful,” Chisholm approved. “The Navy knows all the dodges.”
“I don’t understand.” Cattanach looked puzzled.
“Saunders will use these Canadians as pilots,” Chisholm said. “A neat little trick, perhaps unethical but one that ma
