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The brig poured in her broadside it was well directed, and down went the boat. "Cutter's sunk," exclaimed Gascoigne, "by heavens! Give way, my men." "Now, don't you observe, that had we all three been pulling up together, the broadside would have sunk us all?" said Jack, very composedly. "There's board in the launch give way, my men, give way," said Gascoigne, stamping with impatience.
Other hands added fuel to Cutter's fire. The increasing light at last penetrated the blackness filling the barroom. "Come out, Galloway," said Struve coldly. "I've got you covered." Since things were bad enough as they were, and he had no desire to make them worse and saw no opportunity to better them, Jim Galloway, his hand nursing a bleeding shoulder, stumbled awkwardly through the opening.
Vanslyperken walked fast he started at the least sound he hurried by every one whom he met, as if fearful to be recognised he felt relieved when he had gained the streets of Portsmouth, and he at last arrived at the Point; but there was no cutter's boat, for he had given no orders. He was therefore obliged to hire one to go on board.
The lieutenant did not condescend to reply, but climbed over the side into the cutter's boat, and motioned to Leigh to follow, which he did, not daring to glance at the passengers. "Are you quite done, officer?" growled the skipper.
The cable of the Scud was scarcely seen above the water, and Jasper had already hoisted his sails, in readiness to depart as soon as the expected breeze from the shore should fill the canvas. It was just sunset as the cutter's mainsail flapped and its stem began to sever the water.
But Peter Rugg did not reach home that night, nor the next; nor, when he became a missing man, could he ever be traced beyond Mr. Cutter's in Menotomy. For a long time after, on every dark and stormy night, the wife of Peter Rugg would fancy she heard the crack of a whip, and the fleet tread of a horse, and the rattling of a carriage, passing her door.
"The cutter's signalled them with her topsail. There's three frigates coming down," he added. "Right," said Marah. "I'll go up and see for myself." He went up, and came down again looking very ugly. He evidently thought that he was in a hole. "As she goes," he called to the helmsman, "get all you can on the sheets, boys.
The lugger now began to fire her long gun; the shot, though failing to strike, pitched sometimes on one side, sometimes on the other side of the cutter. "Why don't we try and knock away some of her spars?" observed Lord Reginald. "Little use firing our pop-guns," answered the commander; "our shot won't reach her as yet." Presently the long gun sent its missile through the cutter's squaresail.
Gascoigne hastened away, and soon returned with three of the cutter's men; the rest had sunk, probably killed or wounded by the discharge of the broadside. "Thank God, there's three saved!" said Jack, "for we have lost too many. We must now see if any of these poor fellows are yet alive, and clear the decks of the remnants of those who have been blown to pieces.
The men came and went from where they were to the carts that he judged to be waiting, and those below, like dim shadows just seen now and then, toiled on over the rocks, but still no sign of the cutter's boats, and in despair now of my such capture as might have been made, Hilary was thinking that when a suitable opportunity occurred he would seize hold of the hook with one hand, retain the hauling rope in the other, and let himself rapidly down, when there was a shrill chirruping whistle from below, the scrambling of feet, and a voice from the beach said sharply: "Quick there!
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