"Something make you all look white as de debbil."
"What do you mean by _white_," asked the carpenter, "when we all know the devil is black?"
"In my country him white, sare," replied Cuffy, angrily.
"Then," said Hartly, to keep up the spirits of his crew by jesting, "what colour do you think he is, Cuffy?"
"I tink him _blue_," replied the prudent negro; and then he added with a yell, "dere come something will make you look blue too, Massa!"
As he spoke, a puff of white smoke rose from the bow of the _Black Schooner_; the report of a musket rang in the air, and a conical rifle-ball whistled past the ear of Hartly, and sank with a heavy _thud_ into the mainmast.
Cuffy Snowball fired his musket at our pursuer, whether with or without effect we know not; but, in reply, a confused discharge of firearms followed, and the balls pattered among the rigging, and knocked little splinters from our spars and gunwale.
"Now, my lads," said Hartly, "let fly at her with everything you have--sealing-guns and rifles!"
This order was executed with alacrity. We had four good rifles and ten long-barrelled and wide-muzzled sealing-guns, each of which sent ten or twelve slugs of lead _whirring_ through the air at every discharge, and we blazed away right valiantly at the crowd of rascals in the schooner's bows; but so great was the distance between us, that I am certain our fire fell harmlessly into the sea--the rifle shots alone could have told with effect.
On first deliberately levelling my rifle (a fine Enfield, presented to me by my father on leaving Peckham) at a man in the starboard bow of the pirate, a strange sensation came over me!
I lowered my weapon and paused; but a shot that struck one of the davits at which the stern-boat hung, removed my momentary, and at that unpleasant crisis most unnecessary scruple.
I levelled again--fired and reloaded, and without considering whether or not I had killed a man, continued to pepper away with all the coolness and precision of Cuffy Snowball, the ex-corporal of H.M. West India Regiment.
"Run up our ensign, and let her rascally crew see it while there is light," said Hartly. "Paul Reeves, rig out the lower studding-sail booms forward, and bring aft those two carronades and the small anchor, to trim her more by the stern. Tom Hammer, see to this!"