"Let's give them the bayonet." "Give it to 'em, Tom!" replied the veteran, as he placed himself by the side of his young companion.
"Will you surrender ?" demanded Tom, as he thrust vigorously with his bayonet.
"We surrender," replied one of the men; but it was not the one who had spoken before, for he had dropped off his seat upon the bottom of the boat.
"Give up your pistols, then," added Hapgood.

"You look out for the boat, Tom, and I will take care of these fellows." Tom sprang to the position which had been occupied by the spokesman of the party, and grasping the foresheet and the tiller of the boat, he soon brought her up to the wind.

Seating himself in the stern, he assumed the management of the schooner, while Hapgood busied himself in taking the pistols from the hands of the rebels, and exploring their pockets, in search of other dangerous weapons.
"How are you, Fred ?" shouted Tom, when the pressing business of the moment had been disposed of.

"Are you much hurt ?" "I'm afraid my time's most up," replied he, faintly.
"Where are you hit ?" "In the face; the ball went through my head, I suppose," he added, in tones that were hardly audible, in the warring of the December blast.
"Keep up a good heart, Fred, and we will soon be ashore.

Have you got an easy place ?" "No, the water dashes over me." "Can't you move him aft, Hapgood ?" "Pretty soon; when I get these fellows fixed," replied the veteran, who had cut the rope nearest to his hands, and was securing the arms of the prisoners behind them.
"There is no fear of them now.