Most of the faces were pale on the quarter-deck; it was very trying to be
shot at, and hit, and make no return. The next double discharge sent one
shot smash through the stern cabin window, and splintered the bulwark
with another, wounding a seaman slightly.
"LIE DOWN FORWARD!" shouted Dodd, through his trumpet. "Bayliss, give
him a shot."
The carronade was fired with a tremendous report, but no visible effect.
The pirate crept nearer, steering in and out like a snake to avoid the
carronades, and firing those two heavy guns alternately into the devoted
ship. He hulled the _Agra_ now nearly every shot.
The two available carronades replied noisily, and jumped as usual; they
sent one thirty-two pound shot clean through the schooner's deck and
side; but that was literally all they did worth speaking of.
"Curse them!" cried Dodd; "load them with grape! They are not to be
trusted with ball. And all my eighteen-pounders dumb! The coward won't
come alongside and give them a chance."
At the next discharge the pirate chipped the mizzen mast, and knocked a
sailor into dead pieces on the forecastle. Dodd put his helm down ere
the smoke cleared, and got three carronades to bear, heavily laden with
grape.
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