They've cut their cable and are clapping on sail." It was evident that the brig meant struggling for her freedom.
One little patch of canvas fluttered out above another, and her people could be seen working like madmen in the rigging.

She made no attempt to pass her antagonist, but headed up the estuary.

The captain rubbed his hands.
"She's making for shoal water, Mr.Wharton, and we shall have to cut her out, sir.

She's a footy little brig, but I should have thought a fore-and-after would have been more handy." "It was a mutiny, sir." "Ah, indeed!" "Yes, sir, I heard of it at Manilla: a bad business, sir.

Captain and two mates murdered.