We've got to fight, my lads...." "How can we fight, man ?" Ogle stormed at him, furiously battling the conviction which Wolverstone's argument was imposing upon his listeners.
"You may be right, and you may be wrong.

We've got to chance it.

It's our only chance...." The rest of his words were drowned in the shouts of the hands insisting that the girl be given up to be held as a hostage.

And then louder than before roared a gun away to leeward, and away on their starboard beam they saw the spray flung up by the shot, which had gone wide.
"They are within range," cried Ogle.

And leaning from the rail, "Put down the helm," he commanded.
Pitt, at his post beside the helmsman, turned intrepidly to face the excited gunner.
"Since when have you commanded on the main deck, Ogle?
I take my orders from the Captain." "You'll take this order from me, or, by God, you'll...." "Wait!" Blood bade him, interrupting, and he set a restraining hand upon the gunner's arm.