Up to this time Enoch had found so much else to occupy his mind that he had not thought to take notice of the crew, but he proceeded to do it now; and the conclusion he came to was that the schooner was never in so dangerous a position as she was at that moment. There were thirty of the company, as we have said, and upon the face of every one Enoch saw an expression of calmness, not unmixed with firmness, which showed that they were fully alive to a sense of the peril they were about to encounter. There were no signs of giving up. They had come out there with a purpose in view, and that purpose must be accomplished before they went back. Everybody expected, to quote from Caleb Young, that there would be mourning in Machias when they got through, but every one hoped that _he_ would get through. Remember that they had no discipline, they knew nothing of that "shoulder to shoulder" drill which caused men to do their duty wherever they may be, but they simply went into it to let those men, who had been engaged at Lexington, see that they were not the only ones who believed in nipping British tyranny in the bud.
"I believe we are going to capture that schooner," said Enoch, moving aft till he could talk to the man at the wheel.
"Oh, you do, do you?" said Zeke, letting go of the wheel with one hand and pushing his hat on the back of his head. "Course we are. If you see anybody in this crew who dares to say that we ain"t a-going to capture her, just take him by the scuff of the neck and drop him overboard. He ain"t got any business to travel in this party."
When they had accomplished about two miles and a half of the distance they had to sail, an electric spark seemed to shoot through all the company when somebody descried the schooner coming out of that harbor and drawing a bee-line for sea. Captain Moore had not neglected to take particular pains to insure the safety of his vessel. The tops of her masts were higher than the surrounding headlands, and the first thing he did when he came to an anchor there, was to send a man up to the mast-head to act as lookout. He saw the sloop when she was coming out of the harbor of Machias, and forthwith informed the deck; whereupon an officer ascended to his side, and with a gla.s.s distinctly made out the company of hostile men on board of her, and he could even see the guns and pitchforks with which they were armed. Captain Moore instantly saw that he must not be caught in that narrow harbor, for if he was, his capture was certain. He must slip his anchor and get to sea; and the sloop"s company saw her when she was two miles and a half away. A cheer long and loud greeted her appearance, and Zeke, who had been crowding the sloop all along so that a man standing in her lee rail could have dipped up a cup of water at any time, strove, if possible, to crowd her still more. The sloop responded n.o.bly, and seemed to have reserved some of her speed for just this occasion, for she went ahead faster than ever.
"I tell you, boy, it is coming now," said Zeke, and for fear that his hat might bother him he took it off and pitched it overboard. "We will soon see how much pluck they have got."
To Enoch, had the contest been a friendly one, it would have been worth going miles to see the race between those two vessels. It seemed strange, too, for an armed boat to run away from a vessel that had nothing bigger than a flint-lock aboard of her, but the thought of what was in store for them should they succeed in coming up with the schooner brought many an anxious face. But there was no sign of backing out. The men having had their cheer out began stripping themselves, and in a little while Enoch could see nothing but sailors with a pair of overalls on. Everything else had been discarded, and the men lay along the rail and waited for Zeke to lay her alongside.
"I just wish we had another sail," said Captain O"Brien, closely watching the distance between the two vessels. "I am afraid she is going to get away from us, but I will follow her clear to England before I will give her up."
"No need of doing that," said Zeke, crowding the sloop until a wave came in over the starboard bow. "She is gaining a little--a little, to be sure, but you will be aboard of her in less than two hours."
For an hour the schooner and sloop remained about the same, one trying her best to escape, and the other striving by every means in her power to lessen the distance between the two. Captain O"Brien kept a close lookout with his gla.s.s, and finally uttered an exclamation indicative of surprise and joy.
"Captain Moore knows that the jig is nearly up," said he, pa.s.sing his gla.s.s to one of his men. "He is going to cut away his boats."
Another cheer broke out from the men who heard this, but they kept watch of the schooner, and very shortly saw, one of her boats fall into the sea. Another and another followed it, until four boats, which were just so much dead weight on the schooner, were following in her wake behind her. Up to this time the sloop had gained half a mile, but before she had gained a mile, Captain O"Brien, who had the gla.s.s again, told his men something else.
"They are going to shoot," said he. "All you men forward lie down."
This was what the captain was afraid of. The schooner could bring one gun to bear upon her, and if she kept up the shooting long enough, she might hit the sloop"s mast and that would end the chase in a hurry. But the schooner did not shoot right away. She wanted to be sure that her pursuer was in good range before she expended a shot upon her, and so beyond training the gun the crew stood about awaiting the order from the captain to fire.
"He is going to make sure work of us when he does shoot," remarked Zeke, as he looked up at the sails to see that they were kept full. "I wish he would go a little bit faster--Hal--lo! That"s in our favor."
While Zeke was talking there came a sudden gust of wind, stronger than any that had preceded it, and the schooner"s main-topsail went by the board. Of course that did away with two sails, the main gaff-topsail and the main trysail, and her speed was lessened materially. The sloop began to gain at once, and while a portion of the schooner"s crew went aloft to clear away the wreck, the rest gathered about the gun and seemed disposed to risk a shot at the sloop.
"Lie down forward!" said Captain O"Brien, sharply. "You don"t obey orders any better than a merchantman"s crew. Some of you will have your heads blown off directly."
Some of the company obeyed and some did not; but the moment there was a puff of smoke from the schooner"s stern they laid themselves out flat on deck.
"It is no use telling us to lie down for such shooting as that," said one of the crew, raising himself on his knees and looking aft to see where the sh.e.l.l exploded. "I would stand in front of a barn door and let them shoot at me all day."
"They have not got the range yet," said Captain O"Brien. "And besides they want to scare us."
"There is some men in this party who don"t scare," replied Zeke, trying to crowd his vessel a little more.
"I know that. I should be sorry to think that any of us would scare; but they will get the range pretty soon, and you will see blood on this deck."
Shot after shot continued to pour upon the sloop from the stern gun of the schooner, and every one exploded nearer her than the preceding one.
Finally a shot pa.s.sed through her mainsail, leaving a big rent behind it, and before the crew had fairly comprehended it, another came, pa.s.sed through the port rail and exploded just as it got on deck. What a moment that was for Enoch! He lay right where he could see the effect of the sh.e.l.l, and two of the men jumped to their feet, gasped for a moment or two and then fell prostrate back again, and one other man set up a shriek.
"I have got it, boys, and we have not got a doctor aboard," said he, in a voice that sounded as though there were tears behind it. "Now what am I going to do?"
"Hold your jaw for one thing," said another, sitting up and beginning to pull up his overalls. "Do you think there is no body hurt but yourself?
Look at that."
This man was much more to be pitied than the other one, for a piece of sh.e.l.l had cut his calf entirely away; while the one that made so much fuss about it had simply a crease on the top of his head. The second one made all haste to get below, while the other accepted some pieces of the shirt which Captain O"Brien speedily took off for him and coolly proceeded to tie up his wound.
"Say, Cap, I can stop that fellow shooting that gun," said one of the crew. "I can take his head off easy enough."
"Take it off then," said the captain.
All became silent expectation as the sailor crept up to a convenient place behind the bulwarks, rested his long flint-lock over it and drew a bead on several men who were working about the gun on the schooner"s deck. One man was engaged in swabbing out the gun. He had run the swab in, took it out and was rapping it on the edge of a bucket to get off any particles of fire that might adhere to it, when the flint-lock spoke. The man stood for an instant as if overcome with astonishment, then dropped his swab, threw his arms over his head and sank out of sight.
"I did it, Cap, didn"t I?" shouted the sailor, who, like all the rest, was surprised at the accuracy of his discharge.
Enoch was greatly excited at the outcome of this shot, so much so that he got upon his feet. He told himself that if one flint-lock would strike a man at that distance another might do it, too, and when the man fell he ran forward and knelt beside the sailor who had performed such a wonderful exploit.
CHAPTER XV.
HAULING DOWN THE FLAG OF ENGLAND.
"Ah! you have come with an old flint-lock, have you?" said the sharpshooter as Enoch knelt beside him. "Do you think you can hit one of those Britishers working about that gun? Now look here: Sight your gun right there," he continued, making a mark with his thumb nail across the barrel. "Of course if they were in any reasonable distance that would throw the ball away over their heads; but we don"t want to kill them so much as we want to scare them. Now try it at that."
Enoch drew up his flint-lock and one to have seen him would have thought that he meant to shoot at the cross-trees. Just then a Britisher ran forward with a cartridge in his hand to insert in the gun, but Enoch was waiting for him. The flint-lock roared, and the man stopped, dropped his cartridge to the deck and hurried aft holding his right hand as if he were very tender of it. The old sailor had made his sights just right.
"That"s the way to do it," he exclaimed, stopping in his progress of driving a ball home long enough to pat Enoch on the head. "Throw the b.a.l.l.s about their ears. That will frighten them even if it does not hurt them, and what we want is to keep them from firing that gun. Now let me see if I will have as good luck as I did before."
"That is to pay him for capturing Caleb," said Enoch. "I wish I knew where he is now. I don"t want to send my bullets into the hull for fear that I will hit him."
The sailor tried it again and with just as good fortune as he had the previous time. Another Britisher caught up the cartridge and was going to put it into the gun, but he also dropped it and lay on the deck where he had stood. By this time all the sloop"s men who had guns were congregated in the bow, and before they had all fired one round the gun was deserted.
"I knew we would put a stop to that," said the man who had fired the first shot. "Hold her to it, Zeke. We are gaining on her."
But Captain Moore was not yet whipped. He had three guns on a broadside which had not yet come into play, and all of a sudden his sails were let out and the schooner veered around to bring them into action. Before he had got fairly into position three flint-locks roared and two men dropped, one dead and the other seriously wounded. But the captain took up the position he wanted all the same, and the order to fire came distinctly to Enoch"s ears. He thought he had never heard such a roar before as those little guns made when they were turned loose on the sloop. He thought his time had come, and held his breath expecting every instant to be his last. But the sh.e.l.ls all flew wild. Not one of them came near the sloop. The provincials straightened up and fired three more bullets at the men who worked the guns, but the schooner was so obscured by the smoke of her cannons that they could not see what havoc they had made.
During this maneuver on the part of the pursued, the sloop had gained amazingly, and now they were within earshot of the Britishers. Thinking to avoid the further effusion of blood by prolonging the fighting Captain O"Brien called out--
"Do you surrender?"
"No!" returned Captain Moore"s voice. "We will surrender when the last plank goes down."
And Captain Moore showed that he was in earnest. Almost with the words he lighted a hand-grenade which he carried in his arms, and threw it toward O"Brien. It did not come half way to the sloop but it exploded with stunning force and gave the provincials some idea of what was in store for them.
"Bring us alongside, Zeke," exclaimed Captain O"Brien, so impatient that he could not stand still. "If you can not manage her let somebody else go to the wheel."
"Bussin" on it, captain, I am doing the best I can," replied Zeke, working the wheel back and forth as if he hoped in that way to get some more speed out of her. "She will be alongside in five minutes."
But those five minutes were a long time to wait. The flint-locks were in close range now, and every time one of them spoke some body on the Britisher"s side went down. It did not seem as though they had men enough to stand such a fusilade. Captain O"Brien was standing there with a rope in his hand, and when he had got it all coiled up he stepped over and took his place among the men who had flint-locks in their hands.
"Now, boys, protect me," said he. "Whenever our boat comes near enough I am going to catch the schooner and lash them fast. Enoch, go back and pick off the man at the wheel."