Edwards obeyed.
"Now," said Frank, "the first man you see show himself aboard that craft, pick him off. I'll wait for the second one."
"Very well, sir," replied Edwards quietly.
He brought his rifle to bear upon the deck of the enemy and sat quietly, waiting, as the little boat bobbed gently up and down with the swell of the sea.
And he had not long to wait.
A dark shadow appeared aboard the enemy and Edwards and Frank caught the faint glow of a cigar or cigarette as the man puffed upon it. The light from this made his face plainly visible.
"A very indiscreet sort of a gentleman," remarked Edwards. "Here goes, sir."
He pressed the trigger.
A howl of pain rewarded this effort and Edwards smiled grimly to himself.
"Got him," he said cheerfully.