A CALL TO REPEL BOARDERS
It was a battle royal from the start and for some time neither side had
an advantage. Pistol shot was met by pistol shot, and a rifle gun placed
on the upper deck of the Russian warship was balanced in execution by a
similar gun mounted on the _Shohirika_. The slaughter created by both
weapons was frightful, a dozen or more going down on either side each
time a gun was discharged.
When Larry and Luke came out on desk the spectacle was enough to make
the blood of the youth run cold, and it was only his previous experience
in warfare which rendered him capable of doing what he knew was his
duty.
"Charge on them!" came the cry in Japanese. "Kill them, or drive them
back to their ship! _Banzai!_"
"_Banzai! Banzai Nippon!_" was the yell. "Hurrah for Japan!"
The Japanese had not expected a hand-to-hand fight and the closing in of
the enemy aroused them as they had never been aroused before. For the
first time Larry saw the sailors and marines awakened to their full
fighting fury--a fury in which every Japanese scorns death and thinks
that to die is glory for himself, his family, and his emperor. They
leaped on the Russians with a ferocity that was appalling, and that
first shock sent the Czar's men back to the deck from which they had
come.
But the Russians were likewise aroused, and with cheers and yells they
came on once more, leaping over the bodies of those who had fallen, and
meeting shot with shot and cutlass stroke with cutlass stroke. Officers
and men fought side by side, and many went down to a common death.
By instinct Larry and Luke kept close together, with the others from
Luke's gun near at hand, and Steve Colton and Bob Stanford not far away.
Each used his cutlass as best he could, warding off the blows of the
enemy and dealing cuts whenever a chance appeared. Larry was glad that
he had learned to use a cutlass so well, and soon found himself the
match of almost any Russian who challenged him.
The fighting was now spread over the decks of both vessels, which were
hooked together tightly and pounding broadside at every swell of the
ocean. To attempt to blow up either ship would have been fatal probably
to both--one dragging down the other--so no such attempt was made.
While the fighting was at its height, Larry suddenly found himself face
to face with a Russian lieutenant of marines. The fellow had a pistol in
his hand, and as Larry raised his cutlass to strike, he dropped the
weapon on a level with the youth's head and pulled the trigger.
Had the bullet sped as intended it is likely Larry would have been
killed. But just as the trigger fell, Luke, who was at Larry's side,
knocked the pistol to one side with his cutlass and the bullet merely
grazed Larry's hair. Then Larry leaped forward and gave the Russian
lieutenant a thrust in the side which put the fellow out of the fight
instantly.
For fully fifteen minutes the battle had now raged and it was growing
hotter each instant. All of the available men on each ship were in the
fray, and the cries and yells which resounded were deafening.
"We certainly can't keep this fight up much longer!" panted Larry. He
had a cut on his left hand and one in the shoulder, but kept on with
dogged determination.
"Well, we ain't goin' to surrender!" grunted Luke. "It's fight or die, I
guess!" And he leaped forward once more.
Two tall Russians were directly in front of the old Yankee gunner, and
both fell upon him with their cutlasses at the same instant. Luke was
capable of warding off the weapon of one, but he was no match for the
pair, and it speedily looked as if they would surely kill him.
"Back with ye!" he yelled, and swung his cutlass as rapidly as he could,
but they crowded him still closer and then one made a thrust at his face
and another at his body.
It was at this critical moment that Larry, who had been engaged with
somebody else, saw his old war chum's predicament. With a leap he gained
Luke's side, and down came his cutlass with a sweeping blow on the wrist
of one of the enemy. The Russian dropped his cutlass to the deck and
staggered back, his hand almost severed from his arm. Then Luke slashed
the other Russian across the cheek, and both of the enemy hurried back
behind the other fighters.
"Good fer you, Larry!" panted Luke, when he could speak. "They had me
about cornered!"
"These fellows certainly know how to put up a stiff fight."
"You're wounded yourself. Better go below."
"No, I'm going to see it out. Why don't you go down yourself?"
"It ain't in me, thet's why," answered the old Yankee gunner.
Again came a fierce onslaught from the Russians. But the Japanese now
had another rifle gun in place, and sharpshooters were crowding the
fighting tops. The latter picked off the Russian officers, and this
created a momentary confusion. Then came a sudden order to unlock the
two ships and this was done.
"The Russian ship is going down!" was the yell, and the news proved
true. An explosion below decks had torn a hole in the Russian warship's
bottom and she began to sink rapidly.
The scene was now indescribable. Both the Russians and the Japanese on
the doomed vessel endeavored to reach the deck of the _Shohirika_. In
this struggle the majority of the Russians received the worst of it, and
fully fifty of them, including not a few wounded, remained on board when
the doomed warship took her final plunge beneath the waters of the sea.
Eighteen Japanese were likewise drowned, including two under officers.
"Surrender, or we will drive you over the side!" was the command from
the Japanese, and utterly disheartened by the loss of their ship, the
Russians threw down their arms; and the fierce and bloody contest was at
an end. The common sailors were driven forward and chained together or
bound with ropes, and the officers were grouped near the stern, where a
formal surrender was made by the captain of the lost ship giving up his
sword. This formality over, the Japanese set to work at once, cleaning
up the deck and caring for the wounded as well as the hospital
accommodations of the _Shohirika_ would permit.
"I never wish to see another fight like that," was Larry's comment, when
he had washed up and had his wounds dressed. "It was simply a
slaughter!"
"Right you are, lad," answered Luke. "An' I reckon I'm a-goin' to carry
the scars o' it down to my grave." The old Yankee gunner had received
several severe wounds, and he was glad enough to have Larry swing his
hammock for him and lie down to rest.
The battle over, the captain of the _Shohirika_ sailed away, to look for
the big brig once more and to report to the flagship of the fleet. But
the brig had taken time by the forelock and left for parts unknown.
"I suppose that is the last of Shamhaven and Peterson and my money,"
said Larry, when this news reached him. "I wish we had met that brig a
week ago."
"Oh, it's possible we may see her again," said Luke, cheerfully. "But it
gets me that she ran away, unless she had something to run for."
"She must have been carrying some contraband of war, Luke."
"It ain't unlikely, lad. Well, she's gone, an' it ain't no use to cry
over spilt milk. When you write to Captain Ponsberry you can tell him ye
saw them two rascals an' thet's all the good it did."
"Do you know what I'm thinking?"
"Well?"
"I'm thinking that brig was bound for Port Arthur, and she'll slip into
that port some dark and misty night."
"It's a risky piece o' business. Either our ships or the mines are
likely to blow her up."
"That is true. But the Russians at the port must be getting desperate,
and they'll most likely pay any kind of a price for supplies. A captain
who ran the blockade successfully could make a fortune," returned Larry.
The young gunner's mate was right in his surmise. The big brig was a
Russian vessel in disguise and loaded to her fullest capacity with
supplies for the blockaded seaport. She had been fitted out at
Vladivostok, but had taken a wide sea course, so as to pretend to have
set sail from Nagasaki. Several Russian shipping merchants were
interested in the venture, which was a private one, and among the number
was Ivan Snokoff. From Captain Barusky, Snokoff had heard that fabulous
prices could be obtained for needed commodities at Port Arthur, and he
had invested nearly every _ruble_ he possessed in the enterprise. If the
vessel succeeded in reaching Port Arthur, Captain Barusky was to
undertake the disposal of the goods shipped in Snokoff's name, and then
the two were to divide the profits.
The big brig had come close to being wrecked off the coast of Japan and
during a gale had run down a fishing smack containing Shamhaven,
Peterson, and two Japanese. One Japanese had been drowned, and the three
others from the smack had been made to join the crew of the big brig.
This was agreeable to Shamhaven and Peterson, who did not wish to remain
near Nagasaki or at any place where Captain Ponsberry or Larry would be
likely to discover them.