As he spoke the loud rushing sound of the shot broke upon their ears;
and a moment later it struck the sea about three yards astern of the
_Flying Fish_, sending a column of white, steam-like foam and spray
shooting some twenty feet into the air. Almost instantly another shot
followed, which, judging from the sound, must have passed close over the
pilot-house roof; to be followed, a few seconds later, by a third, which
struck the water within a fathom of the ship's sharp nose, which was
just level with the water's surface, and, owing to the speed of the
ship, was sending up a fine, perpendicular jet of glassy water some ten
feet high.
"Confound the fellow's impudence!" exclaimed Sir Reginald. "Does the
rascal think that he is going to make a prize of _us_? A fine rich
prize we should make, too, did he but know it!"
"It is not that," explained Mildmay. "It is the white ensign that he
doesn't like the look of. He probably takes us for some new-fangled
sort of British gun-boat, bent upon interfering with his little game;
and he wants to disable us. He is one of those pestilently persistent
fellows who won't take a hint and sheer off; he is as full of obstinacy
as was the mammoth that chased me over yonder,"--with a jerk of his
thumb toward the north--"on our first trip, and must be treated as we
treated that mammoth. For if we don't kill him, he will kill us--if he
can. You see? Here comes another shot!"
It was a very close shave that time, the missile passing so close
athwart the front of the pilot-house that its wind actually came, in a
sudden, violent gust, in through the pilot-house window.
"We must put a stop to this at once, or the fellow will do us a
mischief," exclaimed Mildmay. "Kindly take the helm for a moment, Sir
Reginald, if you please."
Sir Reginald at once stepped to the tiller and laid his hand on it.
"Where am I to steer for?" he asked.
"Head for the liner, in the first instance," answered Mildmay, as he
threw the self-steering apparatus out of gear; "and then bring the
ship's head very gradually round until you are pointing for the pirate's
stern."
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