Pent took his little blood-stained tow-boat out to the _Holy Moses_.
The yacht was already under way for the bay entrance. As they were
passing out of range the Spaniards heroically redoubled their
fire--which is their custom. Pent, moving busily about the decks,
stopped suddenly at the door of the engine-room. His face was set and
his eyes were steely. He spoke to one of the engineers. "During the
action I saw you firing at the enemy with a rifle. I told you once to
stop, and then I saw you at it again. Pegging away with a rifle is no
part of your business. I want you to understand that you are in
trouble." The humbled man did not raise his eyes from the deck.
Presently the _Holy Moses_ displayed an anxiety for the _Chicken's_
health.
"One killed and four wounded, sir."
"Have you enough men left to work your ship?"