“Hold, sir!” interrupted Wilder, with sufficient decision to check his
Commander’s premature exultation; “on my life, our work is not so soon
ended. I think, indeed, his guns are silent;—but, see! the smoke is
beginning to lift. In a few more minutes, if our own fire should cease,
the view will be clear.”
A shout from the men in the batteries interrupted his words; and then
came a general cry that the pirates were sheering off. The exultation
at this fancied evidence of their superiority was, however, soon and
fearfully interrupted. A bright, vivid flash penetrated through the
dense vapour which still hung about them in a most extraordinary
manner, and was followed by a crash from the heavens, to which the
Simultaneous explosion of fifty pieces of artillery would have sounded
feeble.
“Call the people from their guns!” said Bignall, in those suppressed
tones that are only more portentous from their forced and unnatural
calmness: “Call them away at once, sir, and get the canvas in!”
Wilder, startled more at the proximity and apparent weight of the
squall than at words to which he had been long accustomed, delayed not
to give an order that was seemingly so urgent. The men left their
batteries, like athletæ retiring from the arena, some bleeding and
faint, some still fierce and angry, and all more or less excited by the
furious scene in which they had just been actors. Many sprung to the
well-known ropes, while others, as they ascended into the cloud which
still hung on the vessel became lost to the eye in her rigging.
“Shall I reef, or furl?” demanded Wilder, standing with the trumpet at
his lips, ready to issue the necessary order.
“Hold, sir; another minute will give us an opening.”
The lieutenant paused; for he was not slow to see that now, indeed, the
veil was about to be drawn from their real situation. The smoke, which
had lain upon their very decks, as though pressed down by the
superincumbent weight of the atmosphere first began to stir; was then
seen eddying among the masts; and, finally, whirled wildly away before
a powerful current of air. The view was, indeed, now all before them.
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