“Right away under the lee cat-head,” I answered, “She was there a moment ago.”
I looked again. She was nowhere to be seen. I flew to the binnacle; we had not in any way altered our course.
“Provoking enough,” observed the captain, coolly. “But I thought it would be so.”
I had nothing to say in return, but I did not despair of seeing her again.
“She must have tacked,” said the captain, “and hopes to get away to the southward of us before the morning.”
“I think not, sir,” I answered. “I suspect she’ll hold her course; for, when last seen, she was drawing near us, and she hopes to pass ahead of us in the dark; but if we can but get a gleam of moonlight to show us her whereabouts, we may yet clip her wings for her before she gets away from us.”
Almost as I was speaking, the moon rose above the waters undimmed by a cloud, its pale light revealing the schooner just where I expected her to be. A cheer burst from the lips of many of the anxious watchers.
“Now or never is the time to knock some of her spars away!” I thought, “Shall we give her another shot, sir?” I asked of the captain.
“Yes; you may give her a broadside, Mr Rawson, and slap it into the fellow’s hull. He deserves no mercy at our hands. But stay; we might run the chance of killing some of the unfortunate blacks who may be below.”
Going round to the guns, I elevated them as much as possible, and told the captains to try and hit her masts. The order was given to fire as each gun could be brought to bear. No easy task, let me observe, for so much did the brig heel over, that the men in the waist were up to their knees nearly all the time in water. It was a night to try the mettle of fellows, and none could behave better than did outs. The wind howled and whistled as it rushed through the rigging, the waves roared and splashed as we dashed through them, and threw their white crests over us, the masts seemed to bend, and the hull to utter unusual groans of complaint as we tasked her powers to the utmost. Darkness was around us, an enemy at hand, and a dangerous short, under our lee; but all hands laughed and joked with the most perfect unconcern. Again the moon was obscured, and on we tore through the foaming waters. There was no use in firing, for no aim could then be taken. Once more the clouds cleared away, and the moonbeams shone on the hull and sails of the schooner with all her canvas set, just about to cross our fore foot.