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26 ON THE DEEP. toward her bows, and crossed them, thus getting far ahead | of the longboat on a course that led him toward the Rain- bow. | “Ay, ay, we've just sarved ’em an indigenous trick,” cried Block,. as the shouts and yells cf rage from his foes were ‘borne to his ears. There’s nothing like intrigue, my lads. If they catch us now, I’m willing to swing for it !” For some reason or other, the schooner did not join in the pursuit, and the crew of the longboat gave up the chase when the fugitives were within half a mile of the bark. CHAPTER III. A FIGHT IN THE DARK. “Wm are sartainly in a bad fix!” said Capstan, after his mate had described to him the result of his expedition. “ How many men do you think that schooner can muster -for an attack ?” “About thirty; and when we're - ‘attackled, ’ it will pro- bably be by two boats’ crews, to say nothing of the pepper- ing we'll get from the guns of the vessel, for, in my opinion, she rasa few guns aboard.” “And we have nothing of that sort except an old eight pounder,” growled Capstan. “That gale was a bad thing for us, Block, as it’s cripple@ us so we can’t escape. I haven’t any doubts that we’ll have to fight before morning.” “Ay, ay, sir, and it’s pretty easy to interrogate the result. Them dusky rascals will show us no quarter. They have a most intrinsic taste for blood. They'd cut a dozen throats for the sake of an old piece of copper, or a few nails.” “We must try to avoid an attack as long as we can,” said the skipper, “and something may turn up in our favor; i sect craft, perhaps, which may consent to assist us, ‘and— “But how can this be done?” queried the mate, “ By getting up jury-masts at once. We have plenty of spare comicbooks.com