A GREAT DYNAMO-ELECTRIC SEA-FIGHT.

A few weeks after the utterance of Captain Rik's famous prophecy, Robin,

Sam, Stumps, and Slagg found themselves on board of a large submarine

cable steam-ship, named the Triton, ploughing the billows of the

Southern Ocean.

A few weeks later and they were drawing near to that great concourse of

islands known as the Malay Archipelago, where nature is exceptionally

beautiful, but man is rather vile. At all events, that region of the

ocean lying to the south of China has been long infamous for the number

and ferocity of its pirates, who, among the numerous islands, with their

various channels, creeks, and rivers, have found a suitable field for

their bloody and remorseless game.

"D'you know, I don't believe in pirates?" said Robin to Sam, as they

stood at the bow of the cable-ship, conversing about these sea-robbers.

"They believe in _you_ nevertheless, as you'd find out to your cost if

we came across one just now."

The voice that replied was not Sam's, but that of the captain, who had

come forward to get a clearer sweep of the horizon ahead with his glass.

"Do you think it likely, sir, that we may meet with any of the rascals?"

asked Sam.

"Not at all unlikely," replied the captain, fixing his glass and putting

it to his eye, "though I don't think it likely that we shall be

attacked, as we are large and don't look like a richly freighted

merchant-man. However, there is no saying. These scoundrels fear

nothing, and when hard up will attack anything but a man-of-war, I half

suspect that I am looking at one of them now."

This latter announcement, calmly uttered, threw all who heard it into

quite a flutter of excitement.

The captain was a big, dark-skinned, bearded man, with a quiet,

half-humorous, half-sarcastic expression of countenance.

"Do you really think it is a pirate?" asked Robin, eagerly.

"I really do," replied the captain, "and I fear we may have to run out

of our course to avoid her. You see, I am a man of peace, and abhor

bloodshed, therefore I won't fight if I can help it."

Saying this he gave orders to have the course of the steamer changed.

Just then there occurred one of those _contretemps_ which don't often

happen, but which, when they do, are often prolific of disaster; an

important part of the machinery broke down, and the engine, for the

moment, was rendered useless. It was most unfortunate, for the

suspicious craft lay to windward, and a light breeze was blowing carried

it steadily towards them, although all the sail the steamer possessed

was crowded on her.

"Come aft here, Mr Shipton, and tell your chief to come with you. I

want to hold a council of war," said the captain.

Summoning the first mate and chief engineer, as well as the

electricians, the captain went to the after part of the quarter-deck,

where, seated on the taffrail, he deliberated with the extemporised

council measures for repelling an expected attack.

What these deliberations tended to, those not of the council could not

tell, but from the energy of the members, and an occasional burst of

laughter from the group, it was obvious, as Jim Slagg remarked, that

"mischief o' some sort was in the wind."

Presently the council broke up, and the members went actively below, as

men do who have a purpose to carry out promptly.

Meanwhile the pirate vessel came within range and fired a shot which

missed them. The fire was not repeated. Evidently they meant to get

within easy range before trying another shot.

In a few minutes the electricians came on deck with several large coils

of copper wire, which they uncoiled and distributed mysteriously about

the sides of the vessel. At the same time several lengths of leathern

pump hose were laid along the deck, and fire-branches or nozzles

attached to them.

"Run out our stern-guns now," said the captain, with a grim smile, "and

give it 'em hot. It won't do to seem to give in too easy. Run up the

Union Jack. Don't take aim. I want more noise and smoke than

mischief--d'ye understand?"

The officer to whom this was addressed, said, "Ay, ay, sir," in the

usual tone of ready obedience, adding, however, in an undertoned growl,

"but I _don't_ understand, for all that!"

He obeyed the orders literally, being well disciplined, and the result

was a sudden and most furious cannonade, for the pirate replied with

vigour, using all the guns he could bring to bear; but no damage was

done on either side for some time, until at last a ball from the enemy

went crash through the smoke funnel of the Triton with a most sonorous

bang!

"That'll do now," cried the captain, "cease firing and haul down the

colours."

If the captain had said, "Cut away the rudder and heave the boilers

overboard," he could scarcely have caused more surprise in his crew,

who, by his orders, had assembled on deck, every man being armed with

musket, cutlass, and revolver. His orders were strictly and promptly

obeyed, however.

By this time the light breeze had fallen and a dead calm prevailed, so

that the sails of the pirate flapped idly against her masts, and her

crew were seen busily lowering her boats.

"We could have soon got out of her way if our engines had not broke

down," growled the captain, as he went toward the front of the

quarter-deck and looked down on the armed men in the waist. "My lads,"

he said, "the blackguards are Malay pirates. They are lowering their

boats, and will be alongside in less than half an hour. I don't need to

tell you what you'll have to expect if they take us. We must beat 'em

off or _die_; for it's better to die sword in hand than to be tortured

or strangled. Those of you, however, who prefer the latter modes of

going under may show the white feather and enjoy yourselves in your own

way. Now, lads, you know me. I expect obedience to orders to the

letter. I hate fighting and bloodshed--so don't kill unless you can't

help it. Also, take care that you don't touch these copper wires on the

sides with either finger or foot. If you do you'll repent it, for

electricians don't like their gear handled."

Turning abruptly round, for the oars of the approaching boats could now

be distinctly heard, the captain asked Sam if his batteries were well

charged.

"Chock-full, sir," replied Sam with a broad grin; "there's not a bit of

iron all round the ship that a man could lay hold of without receiving

his due!"

"Good," said the captain, turning to the chief engineer; "are the hose

attached and the boilers hot?"

"Bubblin' up fit to burst, sir. I've weighted the safety-valves to give

it force?"

Without another word the captain stepped to the port gangway, and took

off his hat to the advancing pirates. The pirate captain, not to be

outdone in civility, took off his fez and bowed as the boat ranged

alongside. The captain carefully held out one of the man-ropes to his

enemy. He grasped it and seized the other.

An instantaneous yell of the most appalling nature issued from his

mouth, and never before, since ship-building began, were a couple of

man-ropes thrown off with greater violence! The pirate captain fell

back into his boat, and the captain of the steamer stepped promptly back

to avoid the storm of bullets that were let fly at his devoted head. At

the starboard gangway the chief mate performed the same ceremony to

another boat with a like result.

The pirates were amazed and enraged, but not cowed. With a wild cheer

they made a simultaneous dash at the ship's sides all round. With a

wilder yell they fell back into their boats,--shocked beyond expression!

A few of them, however, chanced to lay hold of ropes or parts of the

vessel that were not electrified. These gained the bulwarks.

"Shove in some more acid," said the chief electrician in suppressed

excitement to Sam Shipton, who stood beside the batteries below.

"Stir up the fires, lads," cried the chief engineer to his men at the

boilers beneath, as he stood holding a fire-nozzle ready.

Intensified yells all round told that chemical action had not been

applied in vain, while the pirates who had gained the bulwarks were met

with streams of boiling water in their faces. Heroes may and do face

shot and shell coolly without flinching, but no hero ever faced boiling

water coolly. The pirates turned simultaneously and received the

streams in rear. Light cotton is but a poor defence in such

circumstances. They sloped over the sides like eels, and sought refuge

in the sea. Blazing with discomfiture and amazement, but not yet

dismayed, these ferocious creatures tried the assault a second time.

Their fury became greater, so did the numbers that gained a footing on

the bulwarks, but not one reached the deck! The battery and the boiler

played a part that day which it had never before entered into the brain

of the wildest scientist to conceive. The hissing of the hot shower and

the vigour of the cold shock were only equalled by the unearthly yelling

of the foe, whose miraculous bounds and plunges formed a scene that is

altogether indescribable.

The crew of the steamer stood spell-bound, unable to fight even if there

had been occasion for so doing. The dark-skinned captain became

Indian-red in the face from suppressed laughter.

Suddenly a tremor ran through the steamer, as if she too were unable to

restrain her feelings. During the fight--if we may so call it--the

engineers had been toiling might and main in the buried depths of their

engine-room; the broken parts of the engine had been repaired or

refitted, and a throb of life had returned to the machinery. In its

first revolution the screw touched the stern of a pirate-boat and turned

it upside down. Another boat at the bow was run over. The crews of

both swam away like ducks, with their long knives between their teeth.

The other boats hauled off.

"Now, captain," cried Robin Wright, who, during the whole time, had

stood as if transfixed, with a cutlass in one hand, a pistol in the

other, and his mouth, not to mention his eyes, wide open; "Now, captain,

we shall get away without shedding a drop of blood!"

"Yes," replied the captain, "but not without inflicting punishment.

Port your helm--hard a port!"

"Port it is, sir--hard over," replied the man at the wheel, and away

went the steamer with a grand circular sweep which speedily brought her,

bow-on, close to the pirate vessel.

"Steady--so!" said the captain, at the same time signalling "full steam"

to the engine-room.

The space between the two vessels quickly decreased. The part of the

pirate crew which had been left on board saw and understood. With a

howl of consternation, every man sprang into the sea. Next moment their

vessel was cut almost in two and sent fathoms down into the deep, whence

it rose a limp and miserable remnant, flattened out upon the waves.

"Now," observed the captain, with a pleasant nod, "we'll leave them to

get home the best way they can. A boat voyage in such fine weather in

these latitudes will do them good."

Saying which, he resumed his course, and steamed away into the regions

of the far East.

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