If they are not down at the end of that time, I will fire into you and sink you, so help me God." It was the bluff magnificent--courage cold-blooded and calculating.
The adversary was still unbeaten.

Haraden stood with watch in hand and sonorously counted off the minutes.

It was the stronger will and not the heavier metal that won the day.

To be shattered by fresh broadsides at pistol-range was too much for the nerves of the gallant English skipper whose decks were already like a slaughterhouse.

One by one, Haraden shouted the minutes and his gunners blew their matches.