Spendlove

They knew that Hornblower could never abandon Spendlove to the mercy of his captors, that he would do everything possible to obtain his freedom.

Hornblower In The West Indies Forester, C. S. 1958

They had perceived something of the relationship between Hornblower and Spendlove — they may have been guided by the sight of Hornblower sleeping with his head pillowed on Spendlove's thigh.

Hornblower In The West Indies Forester, C. S. 1958

Gerard and Spendlove, his flag-lieutenant and secretary, were waiting for him there — it would have gone hard with them if they had not been — and they pulled themselves erect, without any clicking of heels (for in three years they had found that their chief discountenanced the practice) and they said "Good morning, My Lord", "Good morning, My Lord" as if they were the two barrels of a shotgun.

Hornblower In The West Indies Forester, C. S. 1958

"My Lord," said Spendlove beside him in the stern-sheets.

Hornblower In The West Indies Forester, C. S. 1958

That was a very straight glance that Spendlove gave him, a glance that tried to convey a message.

Hornblower In The West Indies Forester, C. S. 1958

"Not another thought, My Lord," repeated Spendlove.

Hornblower In The West Indies Forester, C. S. 1958

No one seemed to have a care about Spendlove, except Lucy Hough, presumably.

Hornblower In The West Indies Forester, C. S. 1958

Spendlove pressed a paper into Hornblower's hand; Hornblower stepped forward.

Hornblower In The West Indies Forester, C. S. 1958

Spendlove was very much of an afterthought with everyone, even with Gerard who was his friend.

Hornblower In The West Indies Forester, C. S. 1958

"There's nothing I would not do to set Spendlove free," said Hornblower.

Hornblower In The West Indies Forester, C. S. 1958