We went off on the other tack, and, sure enough, the next time I saw her she'd done so too.
I knew then that she must be following us.
"She don't quite know what we are, sir," Scroggs chuckled. "She'll know a bit later."
Presently, as it grew lighter and she got closer, we could see her all the time. She looked huge in that light, and had four masts and four immense sails, not three, as we had thought at first. She was heeling over tremendously, sailing two knots to our one, and overhauling us fast.
If you think that I was frightened you are jolly well right.
H.M.S. "Ringdove" Towing the Junks 'Sally' and 'Ferret'
CHAPTER VI
The "Sally" goes into Action
The Chinaman draws Nearer—First Shots—The Maxim Gun—A Near Thing—Four to One—Running the Gauntlet—"Well Done, Sir!"—At Close Quarters—The The Grappling Iron—Left Alone