I. The Luck of Midshipman Glover II. Helston receives a Strange Letter III. The Fitting Out of a Squadron IV. The Pirates are not Idle V. The Squadron leaves hurriedly VI. The Voyage East VII. The Pursuit of the Patagonian VIII. Mr. Ping Sang is Outwitted IX. Captain Helston Wounded X. Destroyer "No. 1" Meets her Fate XI. The Action off Sin Ling XII. A Council of War XIII. The Avenging of Destroyer "No. 1" XIV. Night Operations XV. Mr. Midshipman Glover Tells how he was Wounded XVI. Captain Helston’s Indecision XVII. Spying Out the Pirates XVIII. The Escape from the Island XIX. Cummins Captures One Gun Hill XX. The Fight for One Gun Hill XXI. On One Gun Hill XXII. The Final Attack on the Hill XXIII. The Attack on the Forts XXIV. The Capture of the Island XXV. The Fruits of Victory XXVI. Home Again *Illustrations* He wildly tore at everything and hurled it down on his pursuers . . . _Frontispiece_ I struck at him with my heavy malacca stick The sinking of the Pirate Torpedo-Boat The Commander and Jones overpower the Two Sentries Map Illustrating the Operations Against the Pirates [Illustration: MAP ILLUSTRATING THE OPERATIONS AGAINST THE PIRATES] *CHAPTER I* *The Luck of Midshipman Glover* Ordered Abroad. Hurrah! _Midshipman Glover explains how Luck came to him_ It all started absolutely unexpectedly whilst we were on leave and staying with Mellins in the country. When I say "we", I mean Tommy Toddles and myself. His real name was Foote, but nobody ever called him anything but "Toddles", and I do believe that he would almost have forgotten what his real name actually was if it had not been engraved on the brass plate on the lid of his sea chest, and if he had not been obliged to have it marked very plainly on his washing. We had passed out of the _Britannia_ a fortnight before—passed out as full-blown midshipmen, too, which was all due to luck—and were both staying with Christie at his pater’s place in Somerset. It was Christie whom we called Mellins, because he was so tremendously fat; and though he did not mind us doing so in the least, it was rather awkward whilst we were staying in his house, for we could hardly help calling his pater "Colonel Mellins". You see, he was even fatter than Mellins himself, and the very first night we were there—we were both just a little nervous—Toddles did call him Colonel Mellins when we wished him "Good-night", and he glared at us so fiercely, that we slunk up to our room and really thought we’d better run away.