They were scarcely sixty yards away, and were firing as they came.

Loge, a revolver in one hand, and Cleggett's own sword cane in the other, was leading the rush.

Besides their firearms, each of Loge's men carried a wicked-looking machete.
"Fire!" shouted Cleggett.

"Let them have it, men!" And the rifles blazed from the deck of the Jasper B.in a crashing volley.

Instantly the world was dark again; it was impossible to determine whether the fire of the Jasper B.had taken effect.
"To the starboard bulwark," cried Cleggett, "and give them hell with the next lightning flash!" It came as he spoke, with its vivid glare showing to Cleggett the enemy magnified to a portentous bigness against a background of chaotic night.