It was so quickly and deftly done that the cutter’s gig was driven yards away, and Jonas was aboard before the lieutenant had recovered from his surprise.
Then the men pulled their hardest, and the distance between lugger and boat diminished fast, but as it did the sails began to fill, and the position altered, for a man had run to the tiller, while half a dozen more stood at the side, one of whom was old Jonas.
Bigley uttered a curious hissing noise as he caught my hand, while we stood straining our eyes, and as we stared wildly there was a cheer, and we saw the boat touch the lugger’s side, the sailors and the lieutenant spring up, and they made a dash to leap on board.
Chapter Thirty Four.
I seem to be an Enemy to an Old Friend.
I don’t know which of us lads gripped his companion’s hand the harder as we saw the struggle begin.
“They’ll half kill him,” groaned Bigley; and then he remained panting there with his eyes starting as we saw the men on the lugger, headed by old Jonas, make a brave defence of their deck, being armed with capstan-bars and cudgels, while the revenue cutter’s men had cutlasses which flashed in the evening sunshine as if they had been made of gold.
We could hear the sound of the blows, some sounding sharp, which we knew to be when the bars struck on the sides of the lugger; some dull, when they struck upon the men; while others made a peculiarly strange chopping noise, which was of course when sword encountered cudgel.