"If he should hit one of the masts we should be COMPELLED to heave to; it would no longer be a matter of choice.

But I don't believe he can do it" At this moment the schooner yawed, and gave us another gun.

The ball came whizzing along, passed just over the mast-head, and fell in the water a couple of lengths off on the starboard bow.
"I'll bet a beaver hat," said Campbell, "he can't do that again." "This will never do," exclaimed the captain, greatly alarmed, and pale as a ghost.

"He will hull us next time, and send us all to 'Davy's locker.' Haul the foresheet to windward!" This was done; and the pilot-boat lay like a log on the water, waiting the approach of our pursuer.
"Now," said Campbell, with a scowl of disappointment, "I will go below and take care of 'number one.' And Hawser," continued he, "I know those chaps better than you do.

They glory in robbing a sailor's chest when there is anything in it worth taking.