A man was stationed at the bowsprit-end, and another at the mast-head,
to give notice of any rocks beneath the water which might lie in our
course; but Captain Helfrich seemed scarcely to require such
information. The little schooner threaded the narrow and intricate
passage with unerring accuracy, every instant the rapidity of her
progress being increased by the freshening wind. It was well, indeed,
for our safety that we had a steady breeze, for while we were still
within the labyrinth of reefs, several vessels were seen emerging from
among the mangrove-bushes. As they advanced, they fired their guns at
us; but we were still far beyond their range. Had it not been, indeed,
for the many turns in the passage, we should have been so far away that
they could not have hoped to reach us. We had only our heels to depend
on, for, with so overpowering a force, the Spaniards must easily have
overcome us. Our great danger consisted in the possibility of striking
on a rock before we could get clear of the reefs. On this probability
our enemies calculated when they came in pursuit.
We had several reaches to pass through, which in no way increased our
distance from them through the air, and at last several of their shot
came whistling over our mast-heads. One went through our mainsail. We
could only stand still and look at our enemies, while our little vessel
made the best of her way from them.
"Hurrah, my lads! we are in the last reach," shouted our captain; "in
five minutes we shall be in clear water!"
The men shouted in return. Stronger blew the breeze, making the blue
sea sparkle and leap outside. On either hand it broke in masses of
foam, which leaped high into the air. On we flew! A narrow channel of
smooth water was before us. We glided through it. "Hurrah--hurrah! we
are free--we are free!"
I remember how fresh and pure I thought the sea air smelt. With what
freedom I breathed, after being shut up so long in a hot loft! The
breeze was easterly--a wind which would carry us on a bowline to
Jamaica. Every sail the little schooner could carry was set on her.
Our pursuers were not, however, yet willing to give up the chase. Once
clear, with the open sea before us, we distanced them fast, and the
sailing qualities of the little schooner being very fair, we had little
fear of being overtaken.
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