He listened there for a full half-hour, and while the ship had made ten miles.
"Starboard a little, Mr.Baskirk," he called to the executive officer, who had followed him forward.
"Starboard, sir," repeated the officer, as he sent the order aft.
"Port! Port!" exclaimed the commander with more energy.
The orders were passed rapidly through the line of officers till they reached the quartermaster conning the wheel.

The captain continued to listen for another quarter of an hour.
"Steady!" he shouted aloud, and left his position on the bowsprit to take another on the top-gallant forecastle.

"We are close aboard of her, Mr.Baskirk! Have your grappling irons ready! Lay her aboard as we come alongside!" By this time all hands forward could see the dark hull of the enemy.

The St.Regis was rapidly running alongside of her, for the chase did not seem to be going at her former speed; and no doubt her commander was busy working out some manoeuvre he had devised to escape from his pursuers.

The boarders threw their grappling-irons, and fastened to the side of the enemy.
The drum was heard on board of her, beating to quarters; but it was too late, for the boarders were springing over her rail.