“Well, I could see from the look on his face now, that if the Arab skipper was a determined fellow, and had resolved to circumvent us, why, Captain Wilson was equally determined, too, that he shouldn’t, and that it was a case of ‘pull baker, pull devil’ atween the two!
“‘Campion,’ say he to me, ‘pass the word forra’d for Mr Shrapnel to come here to me for a moment.’
“Of course I did as he told me; and soon the gunner arrives on the bridge, where, as I still stopped, it being my station there for the time, I heard all that was said between the skipper and him.
“‘Mr Shrapnel,’ says Captain Wilson, ‘we’ll have to fire at the fellow in earnest now, or else he’ll escape us; but I don’t want to hurt any of those poor creatures, who are on board against their will. Can’t you manage to shoot away a spar so as to cripple his wings a bit, so that we can manage to get alongside before he gets too close inshore?’”
“‘I’ll try, sir,’ says the gunner, turning to go away.
“‘Do,’ replies our skipper, ‘and look sharp about it, too, or else it will be too late. Mind, though, and aim high. I wouldn’t have the slaves hurt for anything. As for the Arab crew, we’ll give ’em a taste of cold steel when we come across them, and that will be better than all the shot and shell we can send after them now!’
“‘Aye, aye, sir,’ said Mr, Shrapnel, going forwards again without any delay; and the gun detachment being all ready, our seven-inch spoke out again to the slaver, with more purpose than it had done before.
“The first shot went wide of the mark, and so did the second; but the third carried away her main halliards apparently, for the big sail came down all at once by the run, making the dhow broach-to as it fell over the side to leeward. Our men gave a tremendous cheer at this, but the slaver captain was a smart chap, as you might have noticed before, and would not give in yet; as before you could say ‘Jack Robinson,’ he had the halliards spliced again, and the sail hoisted, bearing away straight for the land now, and not edging along it as he had previously done. He was evidently determined to destroy the vessel rather than give in.
“‘Silence, men!’ shouted out Captain Wilson to stop our fellows cheering, which, as you know, sir, is against the rules of the service, although winked at sometimes in the enthusiasm of the moment. ‘We haven’t got the slaver yet, and it will be time to cheer when we’ve captured him! Mr Shrapnel,’ he added then, as soon as all was quiet, the men being as mum as a mouse fore and aft—‘you must send another messenger after, my joker; try if you can’t do him a little more damage this time!’
“‘Aye, aye, sir,’ sang out the gunner; and he set to work again with a will, for the brief time during which the dhow’s big main lug had been down had enabled us to get within half a mile of her, and Mr Shrapnel was better able to see what he was shooting at. He was a knowing hand, was the gunner! Watching his opportunity when the Dolphin rose on the top of the heavy rolling swell that set in towards the land, and when the dhow was right down in the hollow of the combers, he pulled the lanyard of the trigger, and with a bang and a belch of flame and smoke a heavy conical shot went rotating through the air, making as much noise as a railroad train as it hurtled forwards at the chase, whose hull was hidden from view, but whose masts seemed quite close to us.