Down upon their knees, as if with one accord, dropped all the despairing women and not a few of the men, the children grouping frantically around their mothers. Loud and earnest were the hurried supplications and bitter was the wailing. Up-na-tan had not the least idea that he or his gunnery were being prayed for, but he sent his next shot as truly as the first. He aimed at her hull, as near amidships as might be. It was no fault of his that a slight roll of the _Noank_ lifted his line of fire so that his flying iron struck the mainmast of the _Leon_ instead of her ribs. The tall spar was shattered and went over the lee rail with all its top hamper, carrying with it several of the pirate crew who were aloft. That stunning success of the old warrior was greeted with a storm of wild cheering from the crews of the _Noank_ and the _Santa Teresa_, while more than one woman's voice declared: "Praise God and all the saints! Our prayers are heard!" The remark of Captain Velasquez was more seamanlike than religious. "Santo Domingo!" he exclaimed. "That cripples them! The villains can come no nearer. They are at the mercy of that American. God bless her! Why does she not use her broadside guns?" She was not quite ready yet. It was better to ply her long eighteen and keep well away from any harm to her hull or rigging by the short-range pieces of the _Leon_. "Give it to 'em!" said Captain Avery to Up-na-tan. "Make every shot tell. Now for it, men! Ready with the port broadside! A minute more! Don't miss, for your lives!" The swift rush onward of the schooner brought her near enough, even while he was giving his orders, and her six-pounders were worked by very good marine marksmen. The pirates were helpless, and the broadside of the _Noank_ ploughed among them with deadly effect. A second quickly followed, and still she was drawing nearer. "No surrender!" shouted the pirate captain. "We'll put the Spaniard between us and the American. We must board her! That'll stop their firing. Give it to her!" There was something like good seamanship in his proposition if he could have carried it out, but Sam Prentice was at the helm of the _Noank_, and he instantly detected the intended manoeuvre. "Sam!" shouted Captain Avery, as his schooner began to change her course. "Port your helm! Keep her well away! Carry her out o' range! Don't let 'em knock a splinter out of us!" "All right, Lyme," responded Sam. "But let's rake 'em. They're losin' steerage way with all that wreckage draggin'. The redskin has hulled 'em ag'in. Let's cross their bows." "Go ahead! I'm agreed!" called back the captain. "Not too near, though."