Impinging on the wind, her planes lifted her from the ground, and she mounted higher as she rushed along.
Within a few moments Frank saw the schooner bearing down upon the six boats, a large crew armed to the teeth swarming over her deck.
The rascals did not hesitate about firing, and as a deadly fusillade was poured out at the marines many of the unfortunates fell killed or wounded.
“Zamora, take the wheel,” cried Frank.
“Yes, senor.”
“Hold the Jove over them.”
“I shall.”
“Get some grenades, boys.”
Pomp and Barney procured the weapons.
Armed with these deadly missiles the three passed out on deck, and began to hurl them down upon the deck of the piratical schooner.