The wind held steady, and the _Supplejack_, as Tom declared, skipped along more nimbly than she had ever yet moved. Long Tom was got ready for action, although the schooner was not likely to show much fight; still he might be useful in bringing down her spars, and so prevent her from getting in among the shoals before she could be captured. Though a fresh breeze was blowing, the sea was tolerably smooth, but on the north and eastward a line of white breakers, and here and there an interval of blue water which marked the channels between them could be seen. Farther to the eastward were two suspicious-looking schooners, evidently bent on making their way through one or other of the before-named channels. "We must have the big one first, and then get hold of the other two," said Jack to Bevan, who stood by his side. The lead was kept going, and showed that the water was rapidly shoaling. "Try her with Long Tom, Needham," cried out Jack; "he may chance to reach her." "It's as much as Long Tom will do, sir, but we'll see," answered Needham, bringing the gun to bear on the chase. Away sped the shot, but, though well aimed, it fell short of its mark. "We must have her at all cost," cried Jack eagerly, "or in less than five minutes she will be among the breakers; and we shall be on shore. Give Long Tom a larger charge of powder, and see what that will do." Needham did as he was ordered, though it occurred to him that the dose he rammed down might chance to be too much for Long Tom's strength; if so it would have the effect of blowing him and not a few of his shipmates out of the world; still, as he had faith in the gun's power of endurance, he risked it without remark, and taking good aim once more fired. Never had he made a better shot. The missile swept the deck of the schooner, carrying off the heads of three of her crew, and killing and wounding others--though this was unknown at the time. The instant effect was to make her skipper haul down his colours and put the schooner about with her head off the bank, and in a short time she was hove-to near the brig-of-war, which had also gone about. Jack, jumping into a boat, which was instantly lowered with a well-armed crew, pulled on board. The Spanish captain, whom he recognised as Don Lopez, a polished-looking gentleman he had met soon after his arrival at Havannah, at the house of Don Matteo, made a polite bow, and asked with an injured air why the English man-of-war had chased and fired at him. "I shall be able to give you an answer by and by, my friend," answered Jack. "In the meantime, Don Lopez, I am anxious to get hold of those two schooners before they make their way through the channels to the north-east; and as I do not wish to run the risk of casting away my brig, I must trouble you to stand where you are and take me up alongside them." As Jack spoke he presented a double-barrelled pistol at the Don's head, as a sign that he was not to trifled with.