"Give ’em one, sir! Give ’em one!" he was beaming all over his face;
"we can ’ardly miss ’er, sir."
I shouted for the six-pounder to open fire, but the mainsail was in the
way, and they couldn’t get the sights on.
"Gun won’t bear, sir," the captain of the gun shouted, and I jumped
for’ard to see for myself that he was right.
"What shall I do now?" I asked Scroggs, and felt stupid, and could just
see the pirate junk paying off again to give us her other broadside.
She seemed so close that there wasn’t time to think.
"Put your helm down and come into the wind yourself, sir."