The war maker : $b Being the true story of Captain George B. BoyntonSmith, Horace Herbert
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The war maker : $b Being the true story of Captain George B. Boynton
Smith, Horace Herbert
Filibusters
That dart struck a tender spot. I would be the last one to quit under
a threat or under fire, and Norton knew it. The prospect of a rattling
final fight was most alluring. Fighting pirates, I reasoned with
myself, especially when they had declared war on you, was altogether
different from preying on them, which I had given my word I would not
do. It would be at least six or eight months before my beloved Kate
could secure her pardon and meet me in Bombay, where we had planned
to be married, and that, I figured, would give me time to accept the
“defi” of the King of the Pirates, if he moved as rapidly as we might
expect.
“Far from running away from a fight of that kind,” I told Norton, “I
should much rather run into it. We will cruise around a while to see
whether the Chinkies really mean to give us battle. But it is the
sport of it that I want and nothing else, for if it comes off it will
be a great fight. There must be no more looting.”
Norton apparently considered that he had shaken my decision to quit
preying on the pirates, wherein he was mistaken, and hoped to be able
to induce me to abandon it entirely. At any rate we were of one mind
in hunting for a scrap with the Chinkies, just for the fun of it, and
harmony was restored.
We loafed around in the path of the pirates below Great Natuna Island
but nothing happened for ten days or two weeks and it began to look as
though they were not seeking us very earnestly. We saw several junks
which we could easily have stood up and robbed, but I would not permit
it. Late one evening, just as the galloping night was closing in, an
enormous junk appeared suddenly from behind an island and came sailing
down a narrow strait through which we were just crawling. Instead of
hurrying along through the dangerous passage, as she would have done
had she been an honest trader, she began to shorten sail after she
had passed us. That aroused our suspicions and we determined to look
her over. She appeared to carry only a small crew, but when we came
together it seemed to me for a moment that she had more Chinamen on
board than I had ever seen before at one time. We increased our speed
a little and drew up alongside to get a good look at her. We were
almost on an even keel with her when she swung suddenly to starboard
and would have smashed into our bow if we had not gone full speed
astern without losing a second. As she passed under our short bowsprit
she threw a grappling iron which caught on our port bow, and we let it
stay there.
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