The captain seized one of the pike-poles, and made a jab at it; but the schooner, under full headway, had passed it too far.
"Get a musket!" shouted Kit.
We all made a rush down stairs for the gun-rack.

Only three were loaded.

Catching up one of these, I ran up.
"Off astern there!" cried Weymouth.
We were already fifty yards away; but, getting a glimpse of it, I fired.

There was no movement.
"Missed him!" exclaimed Wade.

"I'll bore him!" He fired.