"If the fellow will but come to close quarters, we have no reason to fear him," exclaimed our gallant skipper, surveying his crew with no little pride.
"I only wish we may have a brush with him," added Hearty; "it would tell well in the Club; only I wish we had our mast standing." I cannot say that I partic.i.p.ated altogether in the satisfaction of my friends. The brig, if she did attack us, I knew, we must find an ugly customer, and the pirates could only venture to do so with the full intention of sending every one of us, with the yacht into the bargain, to the bottom, on the principle that dead men tell no tales.
The Greek was not long in showing us his intentions. No sooner had he got us within range of his guns, than brailing up his courses and lowering his topsails, he opened his fire upon our almost helpless craft. Happily for us his gunnery was very bad, and he evidently had a fancy for long bowls, and a wholesome dread of coming to close quarters with us. Our people went cheerily to their guns, not a bit afraid of our big enemy.
"Only just do ye come on, ye confounded scoundrels, and we"ll just give ye a taste of what we are made of," sung out Tom Hall, a broad-shouldered fellow, standing six feet high or more in his stockings, as he shook his cutla.s.s in an att.i.tude of defiance at the enemy; and no one was better able to give an account of them than he would have been when the day"s work was over.
Will Bubble threw off his coat, fastened a silk handkerchief round his waist and another round his head, and worked away at his little gun in fine style. Carstairs did the same in a more deliberate manner, whistling the f.a.g end of a hunting song. If we had possessed guns four times the size of ours, I verily believe, crippled as were, we should very soon have sent our antagonists to the bottom, instead of running the risk of going there ourselves. Finding his shot fall short or wide of us, he ran on a little way, and then tacking, stood closer up to us.
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
THE ENGAGEMENT--OUR DESPERATE CONDITION--A FRIEND IN SIGHT--OUR ENEMY FLIES--MALTA.
By this time the first faint streaks of early dawn had appeared in the sky; but in that lat.i.tude the sun does not take long to get above the horizon, and daylight was on us almost as soon as the brig had again got us within range of her guns. Two or three shots struck our hull, and at the same time the enemy opened a fire of musketry on us; but the pirates did not prove themselves better marksmen with their small-arms than they had hitherto done with their heavier guns.
"Oh, I wish the rascals would but attempt to run us aboard!" exclaimed Hearty. "To think of their impudence in daring to knock holes in the side of my yacht!"
"There spoke a true Briton," observed Bubble as he once more ran out his gun. "He does not think any thing of being shot at; but the idea of having his property injured, or his home invaded, rouses all his anger.
Here goes though; I"ll see if we can"t pay them off in their own coin, with some change in our favour."
Will was a capital marksman, and as cool as a cuc.u.mber, which was more than most of our men were, though not one was wanting in pluck. He pulled the trigger, and as I watched to see the effects of his fire, I saw two men fall on the pirate"s deck, while some white splinters flying from the mainmast showed us that the shot had, as well, done some damage to the vessel herself.
"Hurra! bravo, Bubble!" I shouted, and the crew echoed my cry, which, rising in full chorus, must have reached the ears of our enemy, and showed them that we were not likely to prove as easy a prey as they might have fancied. "Another such a shot as that, and I believe they will up helm and be off," I exclaimed.
"I"ll do my best," answered Bubble, fanning himself with his broad-brimmed hat, for the weather was very hot, and he had been making, for him, somewhat unusual exertions.
Will now trained his gun with great care: a great deal depended on a fortunate shot. "If we could but bring down one of his masts, or make a hole through his sides, we should win the day even now," he exclaimed, kneeling down to aim with more deliberation; "a ten-pound note to the man who wounds a mast, or sends a shot between wind and water." As he afterwards acknowledged, the ten pounds was truly a widow"s mite with him, for he hadn"t another such sum in his locker to back it.
"I"ll make it twenty," cried Hearty, who really seemed to enjoy the excitement of the adventure; "come, let us see who will win it."
"I have," cried Bubble, jumping up and clapping his hands like a schoolboy, as he watched with intense eagerness his shot strike the hull of the brig just at the water-line, sending the white splinters flying in every direction.
"Fairly won, Bubble, fairly won!" we all exclaimed; "if they don"t plug that hole pretty quickly, they will soon find their jackets wetter than they like."
In return for the mischief we had done him, the pirate let fly his whole broadside at us. He was every instant drawing nearer and nearer, either to give his guns more effect, or to attempt carrying us by boarding. He probably fancied that we were by this time weakened by loss of men, as he very likely was not aware of the little effect produced by his own guns. Dismasted as we were, and low in the water, we presented, indeed, a somewhat difficult mark to hit. The pirate"s approach gave us another advantage, as we were now able to bring our own musketry into play, which somewhat made up for the lightness of our guns. We had a great advantage also in the rapid way we were able to load our guns, which were of bra.s.s, while our opponents" were probably of iron. Our muskets, too, were kept constantly at work; Ruggles, the steward, and Pepper, the boy, being set to load them as fast as they were discharged, while Carstairs had a first-rate rifle, with which he picked off every fellow whose red cap appeared above the bulwarks with as much _sang froid_ as he would have knocked over a partridge on the 1st of September.
As our yachtsmen had had no practice with their guns, they were not particularly good shots, so that none of them surpa.s.sed Bubble in the accuracy of their aim, greatly to his delight. The enemy"s shot now began to fall rather thicker around us, while two or three of our people were hit with their musket-b.a.l.l.s. None of them were hurt sufficiently to make them leave the deck; we could not, however, expect that this state of impunity would long continue. I every now and then turned an eye on Bubble to watch his energetic proceedings, though I had enough to do to load and fire away with my own musket. On a sudden, as he jumped up to watch the effect of his shot, I saw him stagger back and fall on the deck; I sprang forward to raise him up, "Oh, it"s nothing, nothing,"
he exclaimed, turning, however, at the same time very pale; "only the wind of a shot or a little more; but it"s a new sensation; took me by surprise; just set me on my legs again, and I shall be all to rights soon."
This, however, was more than I could do, poor fellow. He had been hit, and badly too, I was afraid; I sent Ruggles down for a gla.s.s of brandy and water. "Just bring up a flask, and a jug of water also," said I, "others may want it." Bubble was much revived by the draught, and binding a handkerchief over his side, which was really wounded, though not so badly as I feared, with the greatest pluck he again went to his gun.
During this interval the enemy had ceased firing, having shot some way ahead of us, but he now again tacked, and, looking well up to windward, stood towards us on a line which would enable him to run us aboard, if he pleased, or to strike us so directly amidships, that there was every probability of his sinking us. This last proceeding was the one most to be feared, and I felt sure that he would not scruple so to do. I could not tell if my friends saw the terrific danger we were in; I thought not, for they went on peppering away with their fire-arms, and laughing and cheering, as if the whole affair was a very good joke. I confess that my heart sank within me as I contemplated the fate which awaited us. "How soon will those gay and gallant spirits be quenched in death,"
I thought. "How completely will our remorseless enemies triumph. They have all this time been merely playing with us as a cat does with a mouse." Five minutes more would, I calculated, consummate the catastrophe. A minute had, however, scarcely pa.s.sed, when I saw the brig square away her yards; and putting up her helm, off she went before the wind. Her courses were let fall; topgallant-sails were set, studding-sails and royals soon followed. Every st.i.tch of canvas she could carry was got on her, while not the slightest further attention did she pay to us. I rubbed my eyes, for I could scarcely believe my senses. We, however, continued firing away as long as there was the chance of a shot reaching her, and then our men set up such a jovial, hearty cheer, which if it could have reached the ears of the pirates, would have convinced them that we had still an abundance of fight left in us.
What had caused the enemy so suddenly to haul off was now the wonder.
At all events, I trust that we were thankful for our unexpected deliverance. When I pointed out to my companions the danger we had been in, they at once saw it themselves. Porpoise had seen it, indeed, all along, but had concealed his apprehension as I had done mine.
"The rascal found we were too tough a morsel to swallow, so thought he had better let us alone at once," said Hearty.
"I cannot think that," I observed; "he had some other reason, depend on it." I was right; the mystery was soon solved. All hands at once set to work to fit and rig the jury-masts, when we were called from our occupation by a cheer from Bubble, whose wound made it clearly dangerous for him to exert himself in any way.
"A sail, a sail!" he exclaimed; "a big ship, too, I suspect."
I looked in the direction in which he pointed away to windward, where the topsails of a ship appeared rising above the horizon; from their squareness I judged her to be a man-of-war. The rising sun just tinged the weather-side of her canvas, as she bore down on us with a streak of light which made her stand out in bold relief against the deep blue sky.
The pirate crew had, of course, seen her from aloft long before we could have done so. She was welcome in every way, as she would probably enable us to get into port. The only provoking part of the business was, that the pirate would in all probability get away with impunity.
Had she but come on the scene an hour earlier, she would, probably, have been down upon us before either we or the pirate could have seen her, and would most a.s.suredly have nabbed our amigo.
"Never mind," said Porpoise, "the fellow can scarcely get out of the Straits, even if he wishes it, and if I ever fall in with him within the boundaries of the Mediterranean, I have no fear of not knowing him again; we shall hear more of him by and by, depend on it."
Our fighting had given us an appet.i.te, so we went to breakfast with no little satisfaction, though we had not much time to spare for it.
Bubble would not acknowledge that his wound was of consequence, though he let me look to it, as I did to the hurts of the other poor fellows who were hit. From the appearance they presented, I was truly glad that there was a good prospect of their having surgical aid without delay.
They did not know, as I did, that their wounds would be far more painful in a few hours than they were at that time, so they made very light of them. As the stranger drew nearer, we made her out to be a sloop-of-war, and the ensign flying from her peak showed her to be British; she had been standing so as to pa.s.s a little way to the westward of us. When, however, she made us out, which she did not do till she was quite close to us, she altered her course and was soon hove-to, a few cables" length to leeward. A boat was lowered, and, with an officer in the stern-sheets, came pulling towards us.
"What in the name of wonder is the matter?" exclaimed the officer, standing up and surveying us with no little surprise.
"Why, Sprat, the matter is that we have been dismasted in a white squall, which would have sent many a craft to the bottom," answered Porpoise, who in the officer recognised an old shipmate; "we since then have been made a target of by a rascally pirate, whose mastheads have scarcely yet sunk beneath the horizon."
"If that is the case, we must see if we cannot catch her," answered Lieutenant Sprat, who was second lieutenant of the corvette.
"What, sir! leave us rolling helplessly about here like an empty tub?"
exclaimed Hearty, in a dolorous tone. "But never mind, if you think you can catch her, I dare say we can take care of ourselves."
"I"ll report the state of things to Captain Arden, and learn what he wishes," quoth Lieutenant Sprat, as he pulled back to his ship.
In another minute the corvette"s jolly-boat was seen leaving her side, while she, putting up her helm, stood away in the direction the pirate had taken. The jolly-boat soon came alongside, with a midshipman and six men.
"Captain Arden has sent me with the carpenter"s mate and some of his crew to help you in," quoth Master Middie, addressing Porpoise; "we"ll soon get a new mast into you, and carry you safely to old Gib, or wherever you want to go."
Porpoise looked at him, and evidently felt very much inclined to laugh.
He was one of the shortest lads in a midshipman"s uniform I ever saw; but he was broad-shouldered, and had a countenance which showed clearly that he very well knew what he was about.
"Thank you," answered Porpoise; "we shall be much beholden to you I doubt not, though we should have been glad if your captain had sent us a doctor as well. May I ask your name, young gentleman?"
"Mite, sir; Anthony Mite," answered the midshipman, a little taken aback at Porpoise"s manner.
The old lieutenant did not quite like his patronising airs.
"I thought so," observed our worthy skipper; "your father was a shipmate of mine, youngster, and you are very like him."
"In knowing my father you knew a brave man, I hope, sir, you will allow," replied Master Mite, with much spirit.
"But I did not know that you were in the service. A better or braver fellow never stepped," answered Porpoise, warmly, putting out his hand.
"I"ve no doubt you are worthy of him, youngster. We"ll have a yarn about him by and by. However, just now, we must try to get the craft in sailing trim again."
Small as the young midshipman was in stature, he soon made it evident that he was of the true stuff which forms a hero. He was here, there, and everywhere, pulling and hauling, directing and encouraging. So rapid were his movements, that his body seemed ubiquitous, while the tone of his voice showed that he was well accustomed to command and to be obeyed. We had no reason to complain of either the officer or labourers Captain Arden had sent us. Meantime I had been keeping my eye on the proceedings of the corvette. She at first stood away steadily to the northward and eastward, in the direction the brig had taken, and it seemed evident that she had her in sight; then she altered her course to the westward, but finally disappeared below the horizon, steering nearly due north.