"Take Hilton's oar!" added Mr.Pennant, as with his right arm he drew the wounded man back into the stern sheets.
The progress of the boat was hardly interrupted by the volley, and in less than a minute after the discharge of the muskets, her stem struck the bow of the sloop, though not till the lieutenant had checked her headway, and ordered the men to stand by to board the rebellious craft.
The quartermaster made fast to the sloop, and then grasped his cutlass.
"Lay her aboard!" shouted Mr.Pennant; and Vincent led the way, leaping directly into the midst of the eight men in the standing room.
"Do you surrender ?" asked the lieutenant of the principal man on the forecastle as he came alongside of him.
"I don't see that we can help ourselves," replied the spokesman in a surly tone; for the prospect before him was not very pleasant, especially as a volley had been fired from the sloop, presumably by his order, for he was the one who had made the threat in the first place.
"Don't strike, my men; they have surrendered," continued Mr.Pennant with a gesture to his men.
"This is an outrage," said the man on the forecastle, who could not help seeing that the whole party were in a fair way to be annihilated if they made any further resistance.
"I dare say it is, my friend," replied Mr.Pennant blandly, for he had been in the navy long enough to adopt the characteristic politeness which distinguishes its officers.

"Take possession of all the muskets and other weapons you can find, Vincent, and put them in the cutter." This order was promptly obeyed.

Before it was fully carried out an elderly gentleman crawled out of the cuddy, and stood up in the standing room; he was a man of dignity, and evidently of importance..