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Updated: June 27, 2025
This vessel would have been much sooner silenced, no doubt, but for the ferocity of Pungarin. When his men, driven at last by the deadly fire of the assailants, forsook a gun and sought refuge behind the matting, the pirate-chief would promptly step forward and serve the gun himself, until very shame sometimes forced his men to return.
This man, for reasons best known to himself, had a bitter hatred of Pungarin, and was the chief cause of the boat in which he pulled an oar being kept in close pursuit of the pirate-chief. "Dis way," he cried, when the general melee was drawing to a close. "Yonder is de red-coat. He make for de shore."
It was at this time that the boat which captured Pungarin came alongside, and there was a general movement of curiosity towards the gangway as he was passed on board. The hands of the pirate-chief were tied behind his back, but otherwise he was free, the cords that had bound his legs having been cast loose.
Meerta merely smiled to the salutation; that in to say, she grinned. "Where are they?" demanded the pirate-chief, referring of course to those who, the reader is aware, were blown up. "Gone away," answered Meerta. "Far away?" asked the pirate. "Yes, very far away." "Goin' to be long away?" "Ho! yes, very long." "Where's the little girl they took from Sarawak?" "Gone away." "Where away?"
Just then, too, he thought it advisable to put his head fully out of the water in order to see that he had kept in the right direction. He was instantly observed by his Singapore enemy, and the chase was resumed. It is almost unnecessary to say that it terminated unfavourably for the pirate-chief.
How it came there he could not guess; but the reader partly knows the truth, and can easily imagine that when the pirate-chief sent his other valuables to the swift prow, as before mentioned, he kept this the most precious of them all close to his own person to the last, desiring, no doubt, to have it always under his own eye.
This naturally filled the conquerors with such indignation that in many cases they killed the pirates who showed fight, instead of disarming and capturing them. At last every one in the water was either saved, killed, drowned, or captured, with the exception of one man, whose red jacket clearly pointed him out as the pirate-chief.
"I've thought of that two or three times," replied the captain, shaking his head; "but they went down in deep waters, forty fathoms, at least, which is far beyond your powers." "True," returned Edgar, "but the prow of the pirate-chief was, you know, run down in only nineteen fathoms, and that is not beyond us." "Is it not?"
"For'ard, sir, lookin' after the wounded," answered a sailor. While the pirate-chief was led below, the captain walked quickly to the place where Edgar was busy. "Can you spare a minute?" he asked. "Not easily," said Edgar, who had just finished the dressing with which we left him engaged; "there are several here who require prompt attention; but of course if the case is urgent "
There was a stern will, an iron-like reality, about this Gore, which would have easily made him the chief of a band of pirates, had his environments been favorable to such a course of life. All the coolness, savage barbarity and freedom from moral restraint, which are necessary in the character of a pirate-chief, centered, I think, in this man Gore.
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