Among Malay Pirates : a Tale of Adventure and PerilHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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Among Malay Pirates : a Tale of Adventure and Peril
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Pirates -- Juvenile fiction
As soon as the mate had left, parties of men were set to work to shift
the guns to their old positions, and fire was again opened upon the
piratical prahus, who replied, as before, with their little guns. A
very few minutes later a shell flew overhead, and fell in the water near
where the craft were anchored. Another and another followed quickly.
Intense excitement was manifest on board the prahus, and almost
immediately their cables were cut, oars got out, and at a great rate
they started down the creek.
“The place has got too hot for them altogether, Harry; they think it
better to run the gauntlet of the ship's guns than to be sunk at their
moorings.”
Scarcely had the prahus issued from the pool, than the guns of the ship
were heard.
“I am afraid that some of them will get away, Harry. The beggars row so
fast that there won't be time to give them more than one broadside
as they pass. If the ship is aground, which is likely enough, for the
captain pushed up farther than we thought possible, they will be pretty
safe when they have once got past her.”
Presently the guns were heard to fire in rapid succession. Loud yells
and cries followed; then came shouts of triumph and defiance; then
all was still, save that a few cannon shot were discharged at regular
intervals.
“They have got one of the guns round to fire over the stern, Dick.
There, it has stopped now; evidently the prahus have got round the next
corner. It is a pity that any of them should have escaped, and they
would not have done so if the Serpent had remained at the mouth of the
creek; but I suppose the captain became anxious at the continuation of
the heavy firing here, and so came up to our help. It is lucky he
did so, for, though we might have beaten them off, they were in such
tremendous force that I fancy it would have gone hard with us in the
long run. I was beginning to think so myself, Harry.”
Dr. Horsley had been busy enough from the time that the fighting began
in earnest. Ten men had been killed by balls that had passed through the
embrasures, or by kris or lance wounds, and twenty-eight others had been
more or less severely wounded. A quarter of an hour after the firing
ceased, Captain Forrest himself, with the mate, rowed into the pool
in one of the cutters, and landed at the end of the path close to the
battery.
“I congratulate you on your success, Mr. Ferguson,” he said, shaking
hands with the first lieutenant; “it has been a very hot affair, and by
Mr. Morrison's report it was just as well that I decided to change
my plan and come up to your aid, though it has resulted in two of the
prahus getting away.”
“Then you sank two of them, sir?”
“No, indeed, we only sank one; the third went down just after we saw her
come out from the pool. Certainly we had not hit her, so that the honor
of accounting for three out of six of the craft falls to you and your
party. Well, Doctor, what is your report? I am afraid it is a bad one.”
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