From what I could clearly make out now, I felt them to be the sons of generations of pirates, and I saw by their movements that they were now preparing to strike a blow.

The exultation on their faces, however, was changed in an instant to a look of fear and rage.

Their craft, with too much sail on, broached to on the crest of a great wave.

This one great sea changed the aspect of affairs suddenly as the flash of a gun.

Three minutes later the same wave overtook the _Spray_ and shook her in every timber.