Commodore Junk — page 136: what you’re looking at

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ANOTHER ESCAPE. 129 By this time they were thirty or forty yards from the dry sand, down which the overseer and his party came running, and stopped at the edge. ‘Halt! Surrender!” roared the overseer, savagely. There was no reply ; but the oars were plied swiftly, and the boat glided over the glassy swell. “Fire !’’ roared the overseer, raising his piece; and a shower of buckshot came whistling and pattering by them, several of the little bullets striking the boat. “Fire!” roared the overseer again. ‘Curse you! why don’t you fire?” — A scattered volley from half a dozen pieces answered his furious order ; and as the little party glanced back, it was to see that those on shore were reloading rapidly, the peculiar noise made by the ramming down of the wads being plainly heard, mingled with the thudding of the ramrods as the charges were driven home. No one spoke in the boat ; but Abel and Dinny rapidly got oars over the side and began to pull, the latter having the harder work from the heaving bodies of the two combatants occupying the bottom of the boat, a fact which necessitated his standing up; but all the same he helped the boat vigorously along. “Are ye going to lie down?” said Dinny, as he saw the enemy wade out as far as they could and prepare to fire. ‘“No!” said Abel, fiercely. ‘ You can.” “Divil a bit will I, if you don’t,” said Dinny ; “and good suck to’em! They’ve only got big pellets for shooting the pigs, and they won't kill except at close quarthers.” Another scattered volley rang echoing out, and thundered along the cliffs, the smoke hiding the enemy from the gaze of those in the boat. “ Murther!” yelled Dinny, dropping his oar, but stooping I CONNIGlOOLKS