Four of them passed through the sails.

One ploughed up the deck, killing two sailors and injuring three others with the splinters.

Two or three ropes of minor importance were cut, but no serious damage inflicted.
The crew, as they leapt to their feet, gave a cheer.

They knew that, with this light wind, their lugger could run away from the heavier craft; and that the latter could only hope for success by crippling her.
"Steady with the helm!" the captain went on, as the pivot gun was again ready to deliver its fire.

"Wait till her three masts show like one.
"Jacques, aim a little bit higher.