Christy was almost sure this man was Haslett, who had certainly set a bold example to his companions in the boat.

He was quickly secured, and by no gentle hands.
His hands were tied behind him, and he was made fast to the rail, where he was likely to be harmless during the rest of the trip.
It was no easy matter for a boat to make fast to a steamer going ten knots an hour at least, and if the painter of the boat had not been carelessly left where it could be of service to the assailants, the affair would have ended with Boxie's unsuccessful cast of the shot.

But as soon as the painter was let go, an order which Sampson hastened to execute, the enemy's hold upon the ship was lost, though they were using boathooks and other implements to make sure of their grasp.

The boat was left behind by the ship, though not till the hole had been stove in her bottom.
"Beg pardon, Mr.Passford, for missing my heave with the shot," said Boxie, on the deck; and the veteran's heart seemed to be almost broken by his failure.
"You are very excusable, Boxie; one can't expect to hit every time, and you did very well," replied Christy, who had suddenly passed from painful doubt and uncertainty to exultation and exaltation at the victory achieved.

"We are all right now." "But the enemy are not," added Sampson, who had mounted the rail after he had secured the prisoner.