CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
CHING WANG AND I ESCAPE IN THE SAMPAN.
It must not be thought, though, that we were inactive all the time the pirates were coming nearer after the first warning of their unexpected approach.
No, on the contrary, we made every preparation, with the means at our disposal, to receive them with proper respect.
"Begorra, if they'd ownly tould us afore we lift the ould country we'd a had some big guns, too," said Tim Rooney as he blazed away at a chap with a red sash on in the prow of the proa, taking aim at him with one of the Martini-Henry rifles that had been brought up by the captain from his cabin.

"So, me hearties, ye'll have to take the will for the dade, an' this little lidden messenger, avic, to show as how we aren't onmindful av ye, sure, an' that there's no ill falin' atwane us!" Yes, we had made every preparation.
The moment Captain Gillespie was assured that the the pirates--towards whom he had conceived a deadly hatred, although believing them lost in the storm that had caught us--were coming again in chase of our unfortunate ship, he woke up once more into his old animated self, his nose twisting this way and that as he sniffed and snorted, full of warlike energy.
"I'll soon teach 'em a lesson," he cried cheerily to Mr Mackay.

"When they tackle Jock Gillespie, they'll find their match; and, ye know, when I say a thing I mean a thing!" Thereupon he bounced down the companion, telling Jerrold and me to follow him; which, as may be supposed, we did with the greatest alacrity, "Old Jock" not often inviting us to his sanctum.
"Here, lads," he said, emptying out an old arm-chest which was stowed under his bunk on to the floor, "lend a hand, will ye ?" Of course we did "lend the hand" he requested thus politely in a tone of command, only too glad to overhaul the stock of weapons tumbled out all together from the chest.
There were a couple of Martini-Henry rifles, sighted for long ranges; three old Enfields of the pattern the volunteers used to be supplied with some years ago; a large bore shot-gun; and a few revolvers of various sorts--one of the latter making my eyes glisten at the sight of it, for it was just suited to me, I thought.
The captain seemed to anticipate my wish, even before I could give it utterance.
"Do ye know how to fire a pistol ?" he asked Jerrold and me, looking from one to the other of us, with a profound sniff of interrogation.

"Have either of ye handled ere a one before ?" "Oh, yes, sir," said I; while Tom Jerrold laughed.
"Don't you remember, cap'en," he cried, "giving me that fat one there, the Colt revolver, last voyage when you thought there was going to be a mutiny; and how you instructed me how to use it ?" "Oh, aye, I remember.

I clean forgot, lad; this bother about the ship has turned my head, I think," snorted he, not a bit angrily though.
"Well, take the same weapon again now, lad, as you're familiar with it; and you, youngster, have you got any choice ?" "I'd like this one, sir," I replied, fixing on my original selection, as he turned to me and asked this question, "if you'll let me have it.