At the same moment, three of the passengers took a steady aim over the bulwark at the helmsman of the other privateer and, simultaneously with the reports of their pieces, the man was seen to fall.

Another sprang forward to take his place, but again the rifles spoke out, and he fell beside his comrade.
Freed from the strain which had counteracted the pressure of her mainsail, the schooner flew up into the wind.

The Indiaman held on her course for another length, and then her helm was put up, and she swept down across the bows of the privateer.

Then the men leaped to their feet, the soldiers lined the bulwarks, and as she passed along a few yards only distant from her foe, each gun poured a storm of grape along her crowded deck, while the troops and passengers kept up a continuous fire of musketry.
"That will do," the captain said, quietly.

"Now we may keep her on her course.