The British marines were
laying to their oars right lustily, and the boat flew over the waves.
"Have you no arms in the boat?" asked Fernando.
"Nothin' but a fowlin' piece and some goose shot."
"Just the thing for me!" declared Sukey. "I was always good at killin'
geese on the wing."
Sukey hunted up the gun and loaded both barrels heavily with shot and
slugs. Then he took up his post in the stern, ready to rake the long
boat fore and aft, should it come within range of his formidable gun.
The officer and three or four marines continued to load and fire, until
the boat was out of the harbor, when a strong breeze struck her sails
and sent her spinning over the water.
"Huzzah! huzzah! we are gainin' on' em now!" cried Sukey, flourishing
his gun in the air.
The British fired half a dozen more shots at the fleeing boat; but the
bullets began dropping behind. They were out of reach of their longest
range muskets.
"There ain't no danger now," declared Sukey. "They are not in the game."
The breeze continued strong, and the little craft boldly cleft the
waters, as it sped forward over the bounding waves.
"It's no use to be wearing ourselves out, Fernando," said Terrence. "The
good breeze is doin' more for us than a hundred oars could do."
They put in their sweeps and, mounting the rail aft, clung to rigging,
and shouted derision and defiance at their pursuers.
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