“Yes, there’s her colors. You can see the sun shinin’ on her brass guns forward.”
“There, she’s signalin’. I wonder what she wants?”
Code walked idly to his windows and peered out, but could not see the vessel that the men were talking about.
“She wants us to heave to, boys,” sang out Nat suddenly. “Stand by to bring her up into the wind. Hard down with your wheel, John!”
As the schooner’s head veered Code caught a glimpse of a schooner-rigged vessel half a mile away with uniformed men on her decks and two gleaming brass cannon forward. Then she passed out of vision.
“She’s sending a cutter aboard,” said one man.