“She don’t mean to waste her ammunition, surely,” remarked the captain, with a sneer.
She did not mean to do so. She evidently meant to turn the tables by bearing suddenly down on us, and, if possible, give us a broadside before we could get out of range. The captain saw the intention instantly, and thwarted it.
“Up your helm! Square the yards! Look alive there!”
We fell off, and were soon running before the wind, with the swivel gun thundering over our stern, as it had formerly thundered over our bows. The Russian fired a broadside, and lay-to. Every ball fell short of us. We also lay-to, and now the fire was kept up steadily. The ship’s fate was sealed. Those on board evidently thought so, for the colours which had hitherto been flying from the mast were presently lowered. Upon this we ceased firing, and ranged up alongside.
“Oh! you’ve had enough, have you?” cried our captain. “Perhaps you’ll condescend to let your captain and papers come aboard now.”
The Russian did not reply, but a boat was lowered. It was evident they meant to obey.
“Here, you boy,” cried our captain, as he paced the deck, awaiting their arrival. “Here’s a letter for you.”
“A letter, sir!” I exclaimed, stepping forward, and touching my cap.
“Ay, your father gave it to me just afore we set sail. He told me not to give it to you until you’d seen a little rough work. You’ve seen some now, I think,” (he accompanied this remark with a horrible leer), “so there’s the letter. Go below and read it. I’ll want you in half an hour for some still rougher work.”
There seemed to me something very unaccountable and mysterious in this. I knew that the captain did not know my father. I had not even told him that I had a father. It seemed to me impossible that in the course of the short half-hour that intervened between the time of my engaging to serve in the Ring-tailed Smasher, and the time of my setting sail, my father could have found out where I had run to, have met and conversed with the captain, and have written a letter to me. Yet it seemed that such was the case. I recognised the handwriting.