"I'll bet my last dollar she's British, but she's too big for us to tackle."
Tempest paced the deck uneasily.
Here was a British war ship almost within fighting distance, and she was to be allowed to escape.
"Captain, a word with you."
"What is it, Tempest?"
"Have you a long-range gun on board?"
"A thirty-four pounder. Why?"
"Because I would like to draw closer to that Britisher and give her a shot."
"Is not that a dangerous game?"
"It is a risk. I think she only carries light-weight guns, perhaps twelve-pounders."