Just before dawn Murray despatched two of his boats, one under charge of Higson, and the other of the master, with directions to Jack to stand in directly there was light enough to see his way. Jack, having a good chart, felt confident of being able to take the brig in without a pilot.
Directly the first streaks of dawn appeared in the sky, he put the brig’s head towards the harbour. The sea breeze set in sooner than usual, and, having a leading wind, he rapidly stood on towing the boats.
He was soon passing through the narrow entrance.
“I see a number of fellows coming along the beach, some of them with arms in their hands. They probably suspect us, and will give us some trouble when we are coming out again,” said Bevan.
“I shall care very little for that, provided we get hold of the slaver. I only hope that she has not given us the slip,” answered Jack.
“There she is, sir, high up the harbour,” cried Bevan. “Her topsails are loose, and had the wind held she would probably have been under weigh by this time.”
“We have her safe enough now, however,” said Jack.
The brig stood on for some way, but the wind fell light, the current was running out, and the channel here was far more intricate than the part already passed through. Jack determined, therefore, to bring up, and to board the slaver with the boats. Those selected for the expedition eagerly leaped into them. Jack took command of the whole, five in number, leaving Bevan in charge of the brig.
“It is possible that the Brazilians may imitate the example of those fellows at Bahia, and attempt to attack you,” said Jack to Bevan; “you will therefore keep a good lookout, and allow no boat to approach under any pretence whatever. Order them to keep off, and fire a musket-shot or two ahead of them, as a sign that you are in earnest. If they still come on, fire the carronades into them, and drive them back as you best can.”
The boats shoved off and made good way towards the slaver. Jack observed a horseman or two galloping along the shore, but no attempt was made to molest the English, though they passed round a couple of points within musket-shot. At last the slaver was seen at anchor right ahead. The expected prize before them, the boats’ crews gave way with a will, Jack’s boat leading.