“He won’t dare use it!” declared Diamond.
The man with the gun leaned over the rail of the schooner.
“Now, look here, you fresh young lubbers,” he roared, “if you don’t go round and git, I’ll fill you full of duck-shot, or my name’s not Cyrus Horn!”
The way he said it seemed to indicate that he meant business.
“Hanged if I don’t think he’ll do it!” grunted Browning. “He is a genuine old pirate, for sure.”
“Are you the captain of that schooner?” asked Frank Merriwell.
“I be,” was the answer.
“Well, what’s the use to be touchy, captain! We’ve got some beer on board, and you must be thirsty. You’ll find us a jolly crowd.”
“I don’t drink beer and I don’t want nothing to do with yer. Git!”
Capt. Horn leveled his big gun at the pursuing boat.