"All hands make sail!"
He set his courses, bent a new jib, and stood out to windward close
hauled, in hopes to make a good offing, and then put his ship dead before
the wind, which was now rising to a stiff breeze. In doing this he
crossed the crippled pirate's bows, within eighty yards; and sore was the
temptation to rake him; but his ammunition being short, and his danger
being imminent from the other pirate, he had the self-command to resist
the great temptation.
He hailed the mizzen top: "Can you two hinder them from firing that gun?"
"I rather think we can," said Fullalove, "eh, colonel?" and tapped his
long rifle.
The ship no sooner crossed the schooner's bows than a Malay ran forward
with a linstock. Pop went the colonel's ready carbine, and the Malay
fell over dead, and the linstock flew out of his hand. A tall
Portuguese, with a movement of rage, snatched it up, and darted to the
gun; the Yankee rifle cracked, but a moment too late. Bang! went the
pirate's bow-chaser, and crashed into the _Agra's_ side, and passed
nearly through her.
"Ye missed him! Ye missed him!" cried the rival theorist, joyfully. He
was mistaken: the smoke cleared, and there was the pirate captain leaning
wounded against the mainmast with a Yankee bullet in his shoulder, and
his crew uttering yells of dismay and vengeance.
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