The stranger brig seeing her boat pursued, tacked again and stood
towards the shore. As she drew near the mouth of the harbour, she must
also have observed the _Fraulein_ running out after us; and this must
have given her an idea of how matters were going on. The people in the
boat, in the meantime, either from seeing help so near at hand, or from
growing weary, relaxed their efforts, and we were now evidently coming
up with her. There seemed, indeed, a good chance of our reaching her
before she got alongside the brig. Had we before had any doubt of the
character of the stranger, he soon left us none; for, seeing his boat
hard pressed, by keeping away for an instant he brought his broadside to
bear, and let fly four guns at us.
"Is that your game!" exclaimed Fairburn. "We know you then, my fine
fellow." Standing up for an instant, he levelled a musket at the boat,
and fired. The shot struck her, but we could not see if any one was
wounded; and the shot had the effect of exciting the people to fresh
exertions.
They found that we were in earnest, and were not likely to be stopped in
our object by fear of consequences. They once more drew ahead of us,
and in three or four minutes we had the mortification of seeing them run
alongside the brig, and leap on her deck, her way being scarcely
stopped. The falls were hooked on, and the boat was hoisted up.
We darted on. "A few more strokes and we shall be on board!" I shouted
to my men. Fairburn and Barlow in like planner urged on their people.
The brig had not yet again quite fetched away. An ominous silence was
kept on her decks. The heads only of those who had hoisted in the boat
were seen, and they and her crew disappeared as soon as the work was
done, and the yards were braced up. A solitary figure stood at the
helm. He was almost motionless, except that his bands moved the spokes
of the wheel, and his eyes were turned aloft looking at the sails as
they filled with the breeze.
Fairburn had again loaded his musket. He had observed the helmsman. He
lifted up his piece and fired. I expected to see the brig fly up into
the wind; but when the smoke cleared away, there stood the silent
helmsman at his post, in the same attitude as before, and apparently
uninjured.
"Give way, my lads, and we shall be on board her!" we shouted. A few
strokes more, and our wish would have been accomplished; but just as I
on the starboard side, and Fairburn on the port, were hooking on to the
main-chains, a strong puff of wind filled the sail, the boat-hooks
dropped in the water, and the black brig shot away from between us,
while I fancied that I heard a shout of derisive laughter issuing from
her decks. I fully expected that she would have revenged herself by
firing at us, but not another shot was discharged. Silently and calmly
she glided on, like a spirit of evil on the water. The helmsman stood
at his post; but as yet no one else had appeared. Every instant the
breeze freshened, and she rapidly flew away from us.
We now turned our attention to the schooner, which Van Graoul was
endeavouring to bring up to us; but although there was a strong wind
outside the harbour, she as yet felt but little of it. This, of course,
gave the _Emu_, if _Emu_ she was, a great start. It was, indeed, trying
to me to see the mysterious vessel once more elude my grasp, at the very
moment when I hoped to learn the fate of those so dear to me.
"We will pull back into the harbour, so as to get on board where there
is no wind, and not to stop her way when once she feels it," cried
Fairburn; and we acted on his judicious advice.
Shortly after we had hoisted in our boats, the _Fraulein_ got clear of
the harbour, and bending over to the breeze, which now with full force
filled her sails, she flew like an arrow after the chase. The stranger
had by this time got about two miles ahead; a distance, however, which,
with the fast-sailing qualities of the _Fraulein_, might easily be
passed over. It were vain to attempt a description of my feelings as I
walked the deck, while in pursuit of the pirate.
"We must overtake her," I exclaimed. "She cannot again escape us."
"Don't be too sure," observed Van Graoul. "She has slipped away from us
before, and may do so again."
She was then standing on a bowline to the northward, away from the land.
We did not fire, for our shot would not have reached her; and thus
silently, but with eager haste, we pursued our course. All hands were
on deck, watching her anxiously; the crew standing together in knots,
and discussing the strangeness of her appearance. The greater number
were assembled and Dick Harper, their favourite oracle. He shook his
head very wisely when asked his opinion.
"Do you see, shipmates," he observed, "she got away once from us when we
thought we had hold of her; so there's no reason why she shouldn't slip
out of our sight again. To my mind, there's no depending on those sort
of chaps."
The answer was a careful one; and it was by making such that he had
gained so much credit among his shipmates, for he was never proved to be
wrong; and when he predicted what afterwards occurred, he always took
care that the fact should be well-known on all sides.
My feelings, as I watched the stranger, were, of course, far more
intense than those of my officers or crew; and so eagerly did I watch,
that I fancied I could note every inch we gained or lost in the chase,
as the wind alternately favoured one or the other of us. Of one thing I
felt very certain, that since we had had a fair start we had materially
gained upon her. Fairburn was of the same opinion.
Van Graoul only shook his head, and said, "Wait a bit; better never to
be sure."
Still on we flew--the water bubbling and hissing under the bows of the
schooner as she clove her way through. Though the wind was strong,
there was, at the same time, little sea. The two miles had now been
decreased to one and a half, by Fairburn's and my computation; and we
hoped soon to be able to get a shot at the chase to bring down some of
her spars.
"Yes," said Van Graoul, when he heard us expressing that hope; "if we
can bring down some of her spars, remember she can bring down some of
ours, so that we are not the nearer on that account."
The Dutchman took care that we should never become over sanguine in our
expectations.
The steward brought me my dinner on deck. I ate it standing; for I was
far too anxious to go below, or to remove my eyes from the chase.
The afternoon was drawing on; but we had still two hours or more of
daylight, and we had reason to expect before that to come up with her at
the rate we were then going.
"We are coming up with her hand over hand," I heard Barlow observe to
Fairburn.
"I think so too; but what do you make of that dark line away there to
windward?" was the response. "I see that we must be quick about it."
The remark drew my attention to the point indicated, and there I saw
what looked like a long thin black cloud, hanging just above the water
on the verge of the horizon.
Just at that moment Van Graoul went up to Fairburn. "I think we may
have a chance of winging her, if we fire steadily," he said.
"We'll try it, at all events. But I hope that it will not calm the
breeze," said Fairburn, issuing orders to get the long gun ready.
The gun was pointed so as to clear the rigging. Fairburn himself looked
along the sight, and the vessel being kept away, as it bore on the
schooner, he fired.
The shot was well aimed. It certainly reached the brig, and must have
gone beyond her; but whether she was struck or not we could not tell,
for on she sailed as before. Again the gun was loaded. We expected
that she would have returned the fire; but she appeared perfectly
unconscious of our presence.
"Aim high, Fairburn; aim high," I exclaimed with an agitated voice,
thinking of those who might be on board. The gun was elevated
accordingly, and the shot flew between the rigging of the brig, going
through her fore-topsail, but doing apparently no further damage. As we
had to keep away when we fired, we somewhat lost ground: so Van Graoul
proposed that we should get somewhat nearer before we tried another
shot; and to this Fairburn agreed.
Fairburn, it must be remembered, was the fighting captain. On we went,
every instant gaining on the chase. We felt sure now of overtaking her,
and prepared ourselves for the fierce contest which we knew must ensue
before the pirates would yield. The arm-chests were opened, pistols
were loaded and primed, muskets got ready, and cutlasses buckled on.
Each man armed himself for the combat, and got ready in his own fashion.
So eager were we in our preparations, and in watching the chase, that we
had paid but little attention to the dark low cloud I before spoke of.
It now appeared much increased in depth, and rapidly advanced towards
us.
"There is wind in that," exclaimed Fairburn. "Stand by to clew up and
haul down everything, my lads; but we must hold on as long as we can,
and try and get another shot at the enemy before the squall catches us."
Each man flew to his station at the halyards and clew-lines, while the
crew of the long gun got ready to fire. There was now no time to spare.
As fast as it could be loaded it was discharged. A loud huzza arose
from the people. The main-topsail yard of the brig was shot away.
"Another such shot, and she will be ours," I exclaimed.
Onward came the dark cloud. The pirates seemed to think it time to stop
us; and, luffing up, they let fly their broadside at us. We returned it
with a will. Just then down came the squall; the dark cloud appeared
ahead; and the brig, seeming to rush into it, was speedily lost to
sight, to the last moment firing and receiving our fire in return.
What became of her we could not tell; and with dread I contemplated what
might be her fate. The squall struck us with terrific force. The
gallant crew were staunch: while some let fly the halyards and tacks and
sheets, others brailed up and hauled down the canvas; but the blast
triumphed over all our strength and skill. Over went the schooner, till
she lay helplessly on her beam-ends. It was a scene of confusion and
horror difficult to describe; the stoutest trembled, and thought their
last hour was come. I saw Fairburn rush to the mainmast--a glittering
axe was in his hand.
"What! must we cut away our masts?" I exclaimed, feeling how helpless
we should be left.
"There is no remedy for it, I fear," he answered; and the axe hung
gleaming in his hands.
"Hold! hold!" shouted Van Graoul. "There is a lull; up with the helm."
The order was obeyed.
"She rights! she rights!" was the joyful exclamation from all hands.
Once again the schooner was on an even keel, and flying before the
blast, through the thick obscurity which surrounded her. But where was
the chase? No one could tell. The squall soon subsided; when it did
so, we hauled our wind, but the thick mist continued, and although we
might have been close to the stranger, we could not have seen her.
Dick Harper shook his head most sagaciously, and with no little inward
satisfaction. "I knowed it would be so," he said. "For how, do ye see,
messmates, could it be otherwise?"
At length next morning, as the sun rose high in the sky, the mist
cleared off; and with eagerness I hurried aloft to learn if the chase
was anywhere to be seen. But as I looked round the horizon, the line
where the sea and sky met was unbroken; not a sail was in sight, and,
disappointed and dispirited, I returned on deck.