"Speak out! What is it?"
"A ten-gun brig in the Sound can"t catch that New London pirate--"
"The _Boxer_ is cruising around that station," interrupted the captain.
"She"s a clipper to go."
"No use," said Luke, shaking his head. "The old whaler"ll get away."
"What would you do, then?" roughly demanded another officer.
"A strong corvette, or two of "em, off Point Judith and Montauk, to catch her as she runs out," said Luke. "She"ll fight any small vessel.
She carries a splendid pivot-gun, and she has six long sixes. She will be handled by prime seamen."
"Gentlemen," remarked the captain, "I agree with him. We have found the advice of this man Watts to be correct in every case. I believe he is right, now. We must do as he says or that pirate, perhaps others with her, will escape us. I will put him in charge of the _Termagant_.
I"ll feel safer about her, if she is sailed home by a man with a rebel rope around his neck."
There was a general expression of a.s.sent, and then Watts spoke again.
"I want Brackett, if I can have him," he said. "I never had a better mate. There"s fight in him, too."
"You may have him," he was told, and several of the officers present expressed their great regret that so many impressed American seamen had been ironed by Captain Avery and compelled to escape from a return to man-of-war duty. They ought never to have been detailed, it was a.s.serted.
"We can"t hang "em for desertion," they said, half jocularly. "All we could do, if we caught them, would be to set them at work again."
Nevertheless, four of these escaped men were now voluntarily among the crew of the _Noank_. The remaining five had preferred to make the best of their ways to their several homes. Not one of them all had chosen to seek the friendly shelter of the British navy, so near and so ready to receive them.
Luke Watts and his friends were dismissed and went on deck. Shortly afterward, their own longboat carried them to the _Termagant_ troop-ship, and the first words uttered by the Marblehead skipper after reaching her, were duly reported to his superiors.
"Men!" he had exclaimed, as he glanced around him. "This thing isn"t fit to go to sea. She"s been handled by lubbers. We"ve work before us, if we don"t want to go to the bottom or be overhauled by the _Yankees_. Jest look at her spars and riggin"!"
All things were working together, therefore, to strengthen the confidence reposed in him, in spite of the curious fact that he had skilfully delivered the _Windsor_ and her cargo in New London instead of in New York.
"We had a narrer escape not many miles beyond h.e.l.l Gate," he had reported. "One o" those Long Island buccaneer whaleboats chased us more "n an hour. They gave it up then, and we got through. "Twas a close shave. Half on "em are Montauk and Shinnec.o.c.k redskins. Reg"lar scalpers."
He had told the truth, as he had appeared to do at every point of the account which he had given of himself, and now the very men who had captured him and let him go, neglecting to hang him, were about to learn why that Long Island whaleboat had not followed him any farther.
There had been plenty of time for such a boat to get away, a long distance.
The lookout on the rampart of Fort Griswold, the same keen-eyed watcher who had sent warning to the _Noank_ of the danger in the offing, was busy with his telescope.
"The cruiser"s a brig!" he sang out. "I can make her out, now. She"s one o" the new patterns. She"s chasin" a whaleboat. I wish she"d roller it onto one o" them there ledges. She"s firin". It"s long range, but it looks kind o" bad for the Long Islanders. There ain"t any of our boats out, to-day. It"s from t"other sh.o.r.e."
He was watching, now, with intense excitement. There is hardly anything else so interesting as a chase at sea with cannonading in it.
All this time, however, Captain Lyme Avery had been growing feverish.
He knew nothing of Luke Watts, nothing at all of the Long Island whaleboat and her pursuer, but he shouted to the men at the capstan:--
"Heave away, boys! I"m goin" to have a look at that there Britisher.
We won"t run any fool risks but we"ll find out what she is, anyhow."
Hearty cheers answered him and a loud war-whoop from Up-na-tan, for every man on board had long since become sick of harbor inactivity.
They were also all the more ready for a brush with the enemy after having brought in so fine a prize on their first venture, and they now had plenty of powder and shot to fire away.
Only the mainsail swung out after the anchor was raised, but a fair wind was blowing and the _Noank_ went swiftly seaward with the tide in her favor.
"Hark!" said Sam Prentice; "guns again! Something"s up, Up-na-tan!
Oh, you and Coco are at your pivot-gun! Free her! Have her all ready.
She"s the only piece on board that"s likely to be of any use."
"Let "em alone!" called out Captain Avery. "They know what they"re about. They"re old gunners. I don"t care so much, jest now, "bout how they got their trainin". See "em!"
They were not by any means a handsome pair at any time, and they were several shades uglier than usual. The Ashantee was grinning frightfully, and the teeth he showed must have been filed to obtain so sharklike a pointing. The red man was not grinning, but all the wrinkles in his face seemed to grow deeper and his complexion darker.
He was charging his guns with solemnly scrupulous care.
"No miss!" he said. "Up-na-tan find out what big gun good for."
His first charge was going in, therefore, for a purpose of practical inquiry into the character of the long eighteen. The foundries of that day could not manufacture large weapons with mathematical precision.
Hardly any two could be said to be exactly alike, except in appearance.
It followed that each gun had good or bad features of its own. From ship to ship, throughout the royal navy, the gunners published the qualities of their brazen or iron favorites, and there were cannon of celebrity which old salts would go far to see.
The sound of the British firing came up somewhat dulled against the wind. It was not until they were out of the harbor that the sailors of the _Noank_ discovered how really near were both friends and foes. The latter were still outside of the range of any of the fort guns. Hardly more than a mile and a half nearer was the whaleboat from Long Island.
It could be seen that it was full of men, and they were showing splendid pluck, for they were rowing steadily, while every now and then a shot from the brig dropped dangerously near them. One iron bullet, hitting fairly, might knock their frail though swift craft all to pieces. Up went sail after sail upon the _Noank_, as she speeded along, and an officer on the British cruiser"s deck had good reason for the astonishment with which he called out:--
"There she comes! You don"t mean to say she"s coming out to fight us?"
"It looks like it," responded another officer near him. "We can make match-wood of her if we can get close enough. I wish I knew what her armament is. These Yankees have more impudence!"
He did not have to wait many minutes before he learned something. The _Noank_ whirled away upon the starboard tack around the point, and, just as she steadied herself upon her new course, out roared her pivot-gun.
Up-na-tan stood erect as soon as he touched off his piece, and he anxiously watched for the results.
"Ugh! whoop!" he shouted triumphantly. "Gun good! Shoot straight!
Hit "em!"
"Right!" said Captain Avery, who had been watching through a gla.s.s.
"If the old pirate didn"t land that shot on her! It"s pretty long range, too."
"Load quick, now!" said the Indian. "Ole chief hit her again!"
His a.s.sistants were already feverishly busy with their loading, while he stood and proudly patted his cannon, very much as if it deserved praise and could appreciate his approval.
Loud were the exclamations of surprise and wrath on board the _Boxer_.
No one had been killed or wounded, but the brig"s longboat had been stove to bits, and all the pigs and chickens which had been cooped in it for the time being, and there were many of them, were running frantically about the main deck. That is, all but one large, fat pig, for he had suddenly been made pork of, and he would run and squeal no more.
The telescopes at the fort had also been taking observations, and loud cheers from the gathered garrison honored the crack shot of Up-na-tan.
The crew of the _Noank_ cheered l.u.s.tily, and so did the rowers of the whaleboat. One of the fort batteries tried its guns a moment later, but all its shots fell short. Nevertheless, it was only a little short, and it warned the captain of the _Boxer_. He knew, now, about how much nearer it would be wise for him to run. Up-na-tan"s next shot was well enough aimed, but it did no mischief. It went over the brig, with an unpleasant suggestion of what damage that sort of thing might do to spars and rigging.
"Luff! luff!" sang out the captain. ""Tisn"t worth while to chase that boat any farther in. Let"s see if we can"t draw out the schooner. I"d like to get her away from those land batteries. They"re too heavy metal for us."
"She has the wind of us," remarked his sailing master, doubtfully.