CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
ATTACKED BY THE PIRATES.
It was "the tail of a typhoon" with a vengeance; for as we raced onwards through the boiling sea, now lit up by a very watery moon, lots of broken spars and timbers could be seen, as well as several junks floating bottom upwards, thus showing what the fury of the storm had been and the damage done by its ravages.
Mr Mackay noticed these bits of wrecks and wreckage as the captain spoke; and, mingled with a feeling of pity for those who had perished in the tornado, came a satisfactory thought to his mind.
"Yes, sir," said he in reply to Captain Gillespie's observation, "we're making a fair wind out of a foul one; but, besides that, sir, we've got something else to thank the typhoon for, under Providence.

It has probably settled the hash of those piratical rascals that were chasing us!" "Humph! I forgot all about 'em," snorted out "Old Jock," equally pleased at this idea.

"No doubt they've gone to the bottom, and good luck to 'em too.

One can't feel sorry for such vermin as those that are prowling after honest craft, and who'd cut one's throat for a dollar." "We mustn't be too sure, though, sir," continued the first mate, as if he had been turning the matter over in his mind.

"We've managed to weather the gale so far, and so might they.