A dozen contradictory orders were shouted as soon as the truth dawned upon them. The captain had been killed by the discharge of grape, and the first lieutenant severely wounded. The officer in command of the troops shouted to his men to load the guns, only to find when this was accomplished that the second lieutenant of the ship had turned her head in pursuit of the enemy, and that not a single gun would bear. There was a sharp altercation between the two authorities, but the military chief was of the highest rank. "Don't you see," he said furiously, "that she is going away from us every foot. She was but a couple of hundred yards away when I gave the order to load, and now she is fully a quarter of a mile." "If I put the helm down to bring her broadside on," the seaman said, "she will be half a mile ahead before we can straighten up and get in her wake again; and unless you happen to cripple her she will get away to a certainty." "She will get away anyhow," the soldier roared, "if we don't cripple her. Put your helm down instantly." The order was given and the ship's head swayed round. There was a flapping of sails and a rattling of blocks, and then a broadside was fired; but it is no easy matter for angry and excited men to hit a mast at the distance of nearly half a mile. One of the shots ploughed up the deck within a yard of the foot of the mainmast, another splintered a boat, three others added to the holes in the sails, but no damage of importance was done. By the time the Spaniard had borne round and was again in chase, the Good Venture was over half a mile ahead. "It is all over now, captain," Peters said as he went aft. "Unless we light upon another of these fellows, which is not likely, we are safe." "Are any of the men hit, Peters?" "The carpenter was knocked down and stunned by a splinter from the boat, sir; but I don't think it is serious." "Thank God for that," the captain said. "Now, will you take the helm?" There was something in the voice that startled the mate. "Is anything the matter, sir? Don't say you are hit." "I am hit, Peters, and I fear rather badly; but that matters little now that the crew and ship are safe." Peters caught the captain, for he saw that he could scarce stand, and called two men to his assistance. The captain was laid down on the deck. "Where are you hit, sir?" "Halfway between the knee and the hip," Captain Martin replied faintly. "If it hadn't been for the tiller I should have fallen, but with the aid of that I made shift to stand on the other leg. It was just before we fired, at the moment when I put the helm down." "Why didn't you call me?" Peters said reproachfully. "It was of no good getting two of us hit, Peters; and as long as I could stand to steer I was better there than you." Ned came running aft as the news was passed along that the captain was wounded, and threw himself on his knees by his father's side.