The rescued prisoners had been having a hard time of it in the hold of the Bermuda trader, and they were beginning to feel desperate now at what seemed a prospect of being once more captured by the enemy. They went to the guns, and they armed themselves like men who were about to fight for their very lives. There was one piece that they were not allowed to touch, however, for Up-na-tan himself was behind the pivot-gun. He and Groot, in consultation, seemed to be carefully calculating the now rapidly diminishing distance between the schooner and the British boat-line. This reached the _Sinclair_ speedily, and its delay there was only long enough for reports and explanations. "That's her armament, is it?" the lieutenant in command had said to Keller. "Stronger than I expected, but we can take her. Forward, all! She won't think of resisting us. Give her a gun to heave to!" The longboat in which he stood carried a snub-nosed six-pounder, and its gunners at once blazed away. They had the range well, and their shot went skipping along only a few fathoms aft of the _Noank's_ stern. "Father," exclaimed Vine, "it won't do to let that work go on. We might be crippled." "Give it to 'em, Up-na-tan!" shouted the captain. "Men! We won't be taken! We'll fight this fight out!"' Loud cheers answered him, but it was Groot, the pirate, who was now sighting the long eighteen, and he proved to be a capital marksman. "Ugh! Longboat!" said Up-na-tan. "Now!" Away sped the iron messenger, so carefully directed, but not one British sailor was hurt by it. It did but rudely graze the larboard stern timber of the _Solway's_ longboat at the water line. "Thunder!" roared the astonished lieutenant. "A hole as big as a barrel! If they haven't sunk us!" The nearest boats on either hand pulled swiftly to the rescue, but that boat-gun would never again be fired. The other gun, in the _Solway's_ pinnace, spoke out angrily, and, curiously enough, it had been charged with nothing but grape-shot. All of this was what Captain Avery might have described as wastage, for it was uselessly scattered over the sea. Loud were the yells and cheers on board the _Noank_ as her crew saw their most dangerous antagonist go under water, sinking all the faster because of the heavy cannon. Of course, the sailors whose boat had so unexpectedly gone out from under them were all picked up, but not one of them had saved pike or musket. The attacking force had therefore been diminished seriously, and there had also been many minutes of delay. "Captain," said Groot, "I'll send another pill among them, whiles they're clustered so close together." "Not a shot!" sharply commanded Captain Avery. "I'm thinkin'! Men! It's more'n likely there are 'pressed Americans on those boats. I won't risk it. We must get away." "Ay, ay, sir," came heartily back from many voices. "Let 'em go."