“And it is the Shadow, too. I recognize her now, all right.”
“What shall you do, Max?” asked Bessie anxiously.
“Do? Nothing. What is there to do?”
“Are you going to let that pirate board you, and do as he pleases with you, without offering the slightest resistance?”
“Eh? Look here, Bess. In the first place, we do not know that he is a pirate, and the chances are about a thousand to one that he is not. The last we knew about the vessel—that is, the last I knew about her, was that she was captured, that her captain and crew were all sent to prison, and that she was herself as much a prisoner as any of her former crew.”
“And yet we see her now, directly in front of us, and bearing down upon us as if she meant business. Max, haven’t you got any revolvers or guns aboard?”
“Why, yes; there are two or three, I imagine.”
“I’ve got one,” said the skipper. “The mate has another.”
“And, Max, you have got two. Wait; I will get them.”
She was gone in an instant, and presently she reappeared with a revolver in either hand. One of these she gave to her brother-in-law, retaining the other one herself.