First he sighted the piece very methodically.

The schooner lay perfectly still.

A better chance for a shot could hardly have been asked for.

Palmleaf now came up with a bit of tarred rope lighted at the stove, and smoking after the manner of a slow match, with a red coal at the end.

Trull took the rope, and, watching his chance till both the bears were in sight and near each other, touched the priming,--_Tizz-z-z_-WHANG! The carriage recoiled almost as smartly as my big rifle had done.