"It is no use going farther.

The inside of a prison is better than the bottom of the sea, anyhow." Down came the sails, and the lugger lay rolling heavily in the waves, as the frigate bore down upon her with a white roll of water on her stem.
"Get ready, lads," the skipper said.

"There is just one chance yet.

She will run by us.

The instant she is past, up sail again.