"Steady, boys," said Captain Sedley, when they had approached within a quarter of a mile of the chase. "Probably they will run her ashore and leave her."
But Tim did not mean to do anything of the kind, and was running the
Butterfly directly for the river.
"They will dash her in pieces, I fear," continued the director, when he perceived Tim's intention. "Pull slowly—put her about, and perhaps they will return."
The Bluebird came round; but Tim dashed madly on, heedless of the rocks.
"She strikes!" exclaimed Mr. Walker.
"Round again—quick!" added Captain Sedley. "They will all be drowned!
She fills! There they go!"
The Butterfly had stove a hole in her bow; in an instant she was filled with water, and, careening over, threw her crew into the lake, where they were struggling for life.
"Your boat is stove, Tony," said Captain Sedley to the coxswain of the
Butterfly, who had exchanged places with Fred Harper, for the chase.
"Never mind the boat; save the boys!" replied Tony.
"Bravo! my little hero!" exclaimed Mr. Walker.