Dick strained his eyes. As the schooner drew nearer, laying a course that would take her past the stern of the wreck at less than a cable's length, Dick suddenly grabbed Carl and rushed him along the deck and into the after cabin.
"They're unlimbering a bow chaser!" he exclaimed.
"Vat's a pow shacer?"
"A small cannon. Sixty is going to try and shell us out."
Carl gasped. Was it possible the reckless scoundrel would attempt such a high-handed proceeding?
Even as the boys stood staring at each other, there came a loud report, followed by a crashing thump that made the derelict reel from end to end.
Dick looked out.
"There goes the galley!" he exclaimed, grimly. "Old Sixty seems determined to make the wreck of his boat complete."