Great Sea Stories by Various
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clean into the sea ever so far to windward, and cut the schooner's
foremast so nearly through that it trembled and nodded, and presently snapped with a loud crack, and came down like a broken tree, with the yard and sail; the latter overlapping the deck and burying itself, black flag and all, in the sea; and there, in one moment, lay the _Destroyer_ buffeting and wriggling--like a heron on the water with its long wing broken--an utter cripple. The victorious crew raised a stunning cheer. "Silence!" roared Dodd, with his trumpet. "All hands make sail!" He set his courses, bent a new jib, and stood out to windward close hauled, in hopes to make a good offing, and then put his ship dead before the wind, which was now rising to a stiff breeze. In doing this he crossed the crippled pirate's bows, within eighty yards; and sore was the temptation to rake him; but his ammunition being short, and his danger being imminent from the other pirate, he had the self-command to resist the great temptation. He hailed the mizzen top: "Can you two hinder them from firing that gun?" "I rather think we can," said Fullalove, "eh, colonel?" and tapped his long rifle. The ship no sooner crossed the schooner's bows than a Malay ran forward with a linstock. Pop went the colonel's ready carbine, and the Malay fell over dead, and the linstock flew out of his hand. A tall Portuguese, with a movement of rage, snatched it up, and darted to the gun; the Yankee rifle cracked, but a moment too late. Bang! went the |
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