Reuben, the moment the first shot was fired, jumped down into the hold—not to avoid another; no fear of that. Directly afterwards he shouted out, “I have found the square-topsail. Lend a hand, Paul, and we’ll get it up.”
The square-top-sail was got up, rapidly bent on to the yard, and in another minute or two hoisted and set. The man-of-war meantime kept firing away; her shots falling on either side of the little vessel; but as she was riding head to wind, it was evident that only her stern chasers could be brought to bear.
“I wonder that she does not follow us,” observed Paul, as the shots began to fall wider and wider of their mark.
“Perhaps most of her crew are on shore, or we are thought too small game to make it worth while to get under weigh for,” answered O’Grady. “However, don’t let us be too sure; perhaps she will come, after all. We’ve got a good start of her though.”
“The mounseers are generally a long time getting under weigh, and to my mind they don’t know what to make of us,” observed Reuben, as he eyed the Frenchman with no loving glance.
The breeze continued freshening, and the little craft, evidently a remarkably fast one, flew bravely over the water, increasing her distance from the French shore, and from the light of the burning tower. As the night was very dark, there was yet a chance of her escaping in the obscurity. The adventurers were already congratulating themselves on having got free, when Reuben exclaimed, “The Frenchman thinks more of us than we hoped. He’s making sail.”
A sailor’s eyes alone, and these of the sharpest, could have discovered this disagreeable fact; and even Paul could distinguish nothing but the dark outline of the coast. Reuben kept his eye on the enemy.
“I doubt if she can see us,” he observed. “And if she doesn’t, we may still give her the go-by. I’d haul up a little to the eastward, Mr O’Grady, sir. The tide will be making down soon, and we shall just check it across. She’ll walk along all the faster, too, with the wind on the starboard-quarter, and no risk of jibing. We’ll take a pull at the main-sheet, Mr Gerrard. Now we’ll ease off the squaresail sheet. That’ll do, sir. Now the sail stands beautifully.”
O’Grady wisely followed Reuben’s advice, and took no notice of his doing things which were so clearly right without orders.
The sloop was now steering about north-east by north, and should the Frenchman stand a little to the westward of north, the two vessels would soon be out of sight of each other. Reuben declared that he could still see the enemy now making all sail in chase, but could not tell exactly how she was standing. It was anxious work. O’Grady made her out, as well as Reuben, and all hoped devoutly that she was a slow sailer. They kept the little vessel on a steady course, and for an hour or more scarcely a word was uttered. Sometimes Reuben lost sight of the enemy; but before long she was again seen. It proved that she did not sail very fast, and that the course they had taken was suspected. Thus hour after hour they stood on, till dawn began to break.