"Sure enough," I replied; "I hope he will let us go without overhauling
us. I am not at all amorous of the society of those gentry--quite
enough of it in the bay yonder, Toby."
The moment she saw us, she made sail towards us, but hove about so soon
as she saw the signal, which she answered with a similar flag, and then
stood in for the land again.
In a minute, the mist once more boiled over her, and she disappeared.
It crept slowly on towards where we lay, for it was again nearly calm,
although the threatening appearances in the sky and on the water
continued to deepen, and was just reaching us, when we heard a
cannon-shot from the thickest of it.
"Heyday--what does that indicate, Lennox?"
"Some signal to the other villains in the cove, sir"--and then, in a
low tone as he turned away--"but to me it sounds like a knell."
Another gun--another--_and another_--"Some fun going on there at all
events," said I.
The breeze now freshened, and the fog-bank blew off and vanished; when
lo! our spectral friend the Waterwraith re-appeared, but on the other
tack this time, about two miles to the westward of us, with a large
schooner, that had hitherto been also concealed by the fog, sticking in
his skirts, and blazing away at him. In ten minutes they both tacked
again. They had now the regular sea-breeze strong from the eastward,
and were close-hauled, under all the sail they could carry, on the
starboard tack.
"Confound it," said Lennox, who was now beside me, "we seem to have
dropped into a nest of them--it will be another privateer."
"Then why is she firing at the small one?" said I.
"Oh, some make-believe manoeuvre," said he.
But I had taken a long look, and was by no means of this opinion. The
smallest vessel, the schooner we had first seen, would evidently go far
to windward of us, but the larger was right in our track; so avoiding
her, if we stood on as we were doing, was out of the question.
"However, better take our chance with this chap out here, than run back
into the lion's mouth," said I.
So we kept on our course, having now got the breeze also, and steering
large, so as to go a-head of the biggest of the two, unless he stood
away to intercept us. We were beginning to get over our fears, and to
think he was going to take no notice of us after all, and had brought
him end on, when a flash spurted from his bows, and a swirl of white
smoke rolled down to leeward.
"He has fired at us," said I, as the shot hopped along the water close
to us.
"Then hoist away our colours," said Lennox; "let us know the worst of
it at once."
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