“You can only see the tops of their sails, sir, over that flat, low island this side of the big cliffs.”
“Eh! yes.”
Only those two words, as the captain sighted the slowly-moving objects just indistinctly seen, but they were enough to send a thrill all through the ship.
For there was no mistaking the matter. The junk that had been hanging by us all night was a pirate after all, and she had signalled to companions on shore. I could see, too, that she was slightly altering her course.
The enemy was at last in sight.
Chapter Eleven.
The Fight.
“Oh, if I only dared hooray!” I said to myself; and then a flush of pride rose to my cheeks, for the captain gave me a smart clap on the shoulder.