Another gun, round and grape, and well pointed too; she carries heavy metal, that craft: she must be a Maltese privateer." "That's as much as to say that she's a pirate," replied Sawbridge; "I can make nothing of her colours--they appear to me to be green--she must be a Turk.

Another gun--and devilish well aimed; it has hit the boats." "Yes, they are all in confusion: we will have her now, if we can only get a trifle of wind.

That is a breeze coming up in the offing.

Trim the sails, Mr Sawbridge." The yards were squared, and the Harpy soon had steerage-way.

In the meantime Jack and his few men had kept up a steady, well-directed, although slow, fire with their larboard guns upon the Spanish corvette; and two of her boats had been disabled.