The schooner gave a coquettish shake and came sweeping down alongside the Indiaman; some of her crew leaped into our main chains, and lashed the two ships together.

Then a mob of rough-looking rascals came swarming up our side, and at their head was one at sight of whom my breath caught in my throat, and I rubbed my eyes in startled amazement, lest their forty-eight hours' salting should have set them astray.
But they told true, and a black horror and a cold fear fell upon me.

I saw the bloody scum swirling round on the _Swallow's_ deck as she sank.

I saw the heads of my struggling shipmates disappearing one by one under those felon shots from the schooner.

I saw once more that little round hole bore itself in John Ozanne's forehead on the spar.