"They’ve got some guns there, sir! Now we’ve got some information as will please the Captin, sir, when he hears of it, sir, eh?" and Sharpe winked at me.
We kept our eyes glued on the _Ringdove_, and saw that she was clearing for action. I have always thought that Mr. Rashleigh might have done that before; and the two guns had reloaded before he could commence firing, and they plugged in two more shots. "One’s hit her," the signalman sang out, "close to the foremast, sir." But she didn’t seem to be badly damaged, and started off with her four-inch guns (three she had on each side, one on the poop, one in the waist, and one on the fo’c’stle). They made an awful noise in the narrow channel; and we could also hear the rattle and see the spurts of smoke from under her bow and stern, and knew that she was working her Nordenfelt machine guns. "They’re digging up the ground all round them pirates’ guns," one of my men sang out, though, as far as I could see, most of the _Ringdove’s_ shells were falling in the water—at first, at any rate.
I couldn’t find the guns, but soon the "Ringdoves" made better shooting, and I could then spot them. Just as I had spotted them they fired again. "Short," yelled a man. "Two hundred over," another shouted.
"They’re too much bothered by those ’Ringdoves’ to do much aiming, sir," Sharpe said very coolly. Then I began to wonder what would happen whilst we were passing them, and whether the _Ringdove_ would wait for us. She didn’t, however, and you can imagine how frightened I was to see her steaming away out of range, and cease firing, after the shore guns had fired another round at her, which fell a long way astern. She was almost hidden in powder smoke too. "They’ll just have time to reload before we get abreast of them," I said to Sharpe; and I don’t mind telling you that I felt in a horrid funk, and, if there had been no one to know anything about it, should have turned the _Sally_ round and run away.
"All right, sir!" Sharpe said; he didn’t look frightened. "Keep her across as far as you can, and send all of ’em who aren’t wanted down below. Mr. Rashleigh will be back in a minute." He took charge of the six-pounder, with one man to help him load, and, "my eye!" he did let off quickly. I sent everyone else down below into the hold except Fergusson and another man, who looked after the tiller tackles, and went amidships myself and stared at those two guns reloading—I couldn’t take my eyes off them—and—and—then they began slowly to train round, till I could only see the black muzzles pointing straight at us, with Sharpe’s little shells bursting on the ground in front of them. I’ve told you how frightened I was, so I must tell you that I did not get behind the mainmast. I would have done anything to get there, but something inside me prevented me, and I have been awfully proud that I didn’t, ever since.