This disposition of the crew took some little time to make, as there was danger, as well as difficulty, in putting the guns in fighting order. "Keep her edging away to the south," he added, to the quarter-master, who was conning the ship; "we will endeavour to keep our friend on the starboard side." The order was scarcely given, when the stranger, ranging up on the starboard quarter, a voice from her forecastle hailed them; but the loud roaring of the blast, and dashing of the waves, drowned all distinctions of sounds, and before Captain Pinto, seizing his speaking-trumpet, had time to answer, a shot from her bow gun whistled over their heads, followed by six or eight others, as she ranged alongside; but, flying high, they did little damage. "Ah! our friend has taken the tone of his temper to-night from the weather, and is rather inclined for strife; but we will show him, whoever he is, that he has caught a Tartar. Fire! my men, fire!" cried the Captain, "and aim low; he deserves some punishment for not making more polite inquiries respecting our health before he began the engagement, as a gentleman should do." The order was obeyed with alacrity, two or three of the shot seeming to take effect on the hull of their adversary: for, by the bright flashes of the guns, some white spots were perceptible on her bulwarks, which might have convinced others less determinately superstitious, of her substantial nature. "Topmen aloft, and make sail!" shouted the Captain, through his speaking-trumpet; "we will fight this daring stranger to every advantage; for it will not do to allow him to haul across our bows, as he seems to have some intention of doing, even at great risk to himself. At all events, he is not a person to be trifled with."