Ande Trembath: A Tale of Old Cornwall EnglandKemp, Matthew Stanley
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Ande Trembath: A Tale of Old Cornwall England
Kemp, Matthew Stanley
Cornwall (England : County) -- Fiction
The lusty fellows at the sweeps did pull, and with a will. The cutter's
captain, seeing the intention of the smugglers, tried to frustrate it,
and partly succeeded, but--crash!--the next instant the lugger's heavy
prow ran athwart the cutter's bow.
"She's done for," gleefully said the smuggler captain, as the next
moment the lugger glided into the bay. But Carter was mistaken, for the
cutter though badly damaged, was not disabled. The blow was above the
water-line and pursuit was kept up out into the channel. There was a
light breeze blowing, the sails were set, and the sweeps were taken in.
The cutter was steadily gaining.
"Can she catch us?" asked Ande of the smuggler captain.
"No," said the captain, pleasantly, "I think not. We are obliged to 'ee,
lads, for your timely warning."
Ande wondered at his good humour and at his denial that there was any
danger of being overtaken, when it was plain that the cutter was
gaining. Evidently the captain had some plan, he thought; and he had.
"Port your helm!" shouted the skipper, and then at another command, more
sheets were spread to the wind as if by magic, and away went the lugger
staggering under a cloud of canvas, like a winged bird of the sea.
"Jack," said the captain to our old acquaintance of the cliff battle,
"Jack, do 'ee think 'ee could wing that chap?"
"I'll try," said Jack, and away he rushed to the stern where a long
brass cannon called "Long Tom" was stationed. The gunner sighted for an
instant, then changed the sights and sighted again; then as if
satisfied, he quickly applied the lighted linstock. There was a flash
and a roar and the ball sped on its mission.
"A good shot, Master Jack, you've brought down 'er mainmast," said the
skipper, who was examining the effects with a night glass.
He had hardly spoken when there was a puff of smoke from the cutter,
then crash! the sound of rending plank, and a ball passed straight
through the lugger at the water line. The next instant there was another
puff of smoke and another ball crashed through close to the second. The
cutter was avenged.
Captain Carter, with a pale set face, hastened below to ascertain the
injuries, but returned in a moment. The lugger was rapidly filling and
settling.
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