Dan crouched down in the bottom of the Isabel, with the gun ready for use when the decisive moment should arrive; Quin and Cyd did the same, and the intrepid skipper proceeded to give them such instructions for repelling the assault as the occasion required. All of them were to keep their places till the pursuers were close alongside, when the four guns, which were ready for use, were to be discharged. They hoped this would be sufficient to drive them off. If it should not, a fifty-six pound weight, taken from the ballast in the run, was to be pitched into the boat, as she came alongside, which would break out a hole in its bottom, and sink it before the enemy could get on board; Cyd was then to do duty with his boat-hook, and the others with similar weapons. The slave-hunters showed some hesitation in boarding the schooner. The guns which had been fired from her had undoubtedly inspired them with a proper respect for those on board of her. The Isabel lay with her sails hanging loosely from the gaffs for half an hour, and still the enemy did not come up to her. "We's gwine to hab a shower," said Quin. "And a squall too, I'm afraid," added Dan, as he cast his eyes anxiously over the rail, to observe a pile of dense black clouds, which had suddenly rolled up the midnight sky. "Whar's de boat?" asked Cyd. "She lies off here only a little way from us. If she will only keep still till we can get a breeze, we shall be all right." "Let 'em come on; dis chile's all ready for 'em," replied Cyd. "Have you got over being scared?" "Never was skeered." "You said you were." "Cyd's only jokin den. I done feel so kinder stirred up. I done want to holler--make de nigger feel good." "Hush! They are coming!" exclaimed Dan, whose quick eye detected a stealthy movement on the part of the boat. "Hallo! In the boat, thar," shouted the slave-hunter. "Well. What do you want?" "We're go'n to come on board of yer." "No, you are not. You are all dead men if you attempt it." "What do you want to shoot us fur? We ain't a go'n to hurt yer." "You fired first, you infernal chicken thieves! We know what you are," replied Dan, who thought it best to class them with these depredators--men who frequent the western and southern rivers, plundering boats or houses, as opportunity presents. "We ain't no chicken thieves." "Keep off. We know you," repeated Dan.