“Steer the ‘Phantom’ in towards the shore! Double shot your guns! ’Tis the ‘Diamond’—I can make her out through the fog. Fire away! Never surrender! Up with the black flag!”
The fight now became hot and desperate.
Cannons flashed and roared, but still the frigate did not approach any nearer.
In truth, she could not do so.
They were too near land, and the “Phantom” was of a much lighter draught, and could draw less water.
Hence it was that Death-wing had the advantage of his enemy, for he now neared the land, and seemed bent upon stranding his vessel and escaping rather than surrender.
But he was much mistaken.
Although it was the “Diamond” frigate he was fighting, he little dreamt what was in store for his crew.
Although now the shots of the frigate took but little effect from the increasing distance, Death-wing was surrounded with dangers.
Lieutenant Garnet with one boat, Wildfire Ned with another, were pulling through the fog at a desperate rate towards the “Phantom” to cut it out from grounding, and were followed by Bob Bertram in a third, all of which were crowded with brave blue-jackets.