"We have the best gunners!" called out the Good Wolf.
"Boom!" said the impolite pirates' ship.
"Boom! Bang! Crash! Bang! Bang! Boom!" said the polite pirates.
Barty could not help jumping up and down, and Saturday simply stood on his head for joy and waved his little black legs in the air. Then came another roar and crash and bang, and the polite pirates raised a great loud cheer of victory and threw their hats in the air. The impolite pirates' ship was rapidly filling with water, and toppling over on one side.
"We've won! We've won!" cried Barty, dancing. "Look at the pirates running to launch their life-boats."
The impolite pirates were indeed running and skurrying about like mad things. They had left their guns altogether. The sea was pouring in at the big holes in the side of their ship and the ship was tilting more and more every second.
"If they don't get into the boats in a few minutes, their ship will turn over and they will be drowned," said the Good Wolf.
"They are the quickest pirates I ever saw," said Barty—"though, of course, I haven't seen many."
