"I don't see why we are to risk our lives for our paltry share of prize-money.

I vote for hauling down the colours." "Not yet," said Newton, "not yet, my lads.

Let us try a few shots more." "Try!--to be sure," rejoined Roberts; "didn't I say before, that a starn chase was a long one." "That only makes the matter worse," replied Collins; "for while we are to be peppered this way, I think the shorter the chase the better.
However, you may do as you please, but I'm not so fond of it; so here's down below to the fore-peak!" "Ben, you're a sensible chap, and gives good advice; we'll just follow you," said Hillson.
"Birds of a feather always flock together; so, Ben, I'm of your party," added Thompson.
The convicts then descended forward out of the fire of the musketry, while Newton and Roberts continued to load and fire, and Williams steered the brig.

The Frenchman had already found his way below again, before the convicts.
The schooner was within two cables' length, and the fire of the musketry was most galling; each of the English seamen had received slight wounds, when, just as it was dark, one of the shots from the brig proved more effective.

The main-boom of the schooner was either cut in two, or so much injured as to oblige them to lower her mainsail.