'Fire a gun at her!' said the captain.
Bang! The smoke cleared away, and the schooner's foretopsail, which she was in the act of clewing up, lay over her side. The shot had struck the foremast of the Enterprise, and cut it in two below the catharpings. The Enterprise was, for the time, completely disabled.
'Schooner ahoy! What schooner is that?'
'His Majesty's schooner Enterprise.'
'Send a boat on board immediately.'
'Ay, ay, sir.'
'Turn the hands up! Shorten sail!'
The top-gallant and courses of the frigate were taken in, and the mainsail hove to the mast.
'Signalman, whereabouts is that other schooner now?'
'The schooner, sir? On the quarter,' replied the signalman, who, with everybody else on board, was so anxious about the Enterprise that they had neglected to watch the motions of the supposed American. The man had replied at random, and he now jumped upon the signal-chests abaft to look for her. But she was not to be seen. Cain, who had watched all that passed between the other two vessels, and had been prepared to slip off at a moment's warning, as soon as the gun was fired at the other schooner, had wore round and made all sail on a wind. The night-glass discovered her half a mile astern; and the ruse was immediately perceived. The frigate filled and made sail, leaving Edward to return on board—for there was no time to stop for the boat—tacked, and gave chase. But the Avenger was soon in the wind's eye of her; and at daylight was no longer to be seen.