My God, she strikes, she strikes! I 'll have one more shot at her before she goes," he shrieked, taking hasty aim over the loaded field-piece and touching the priming.

"Ay, and a hit too.

Hurrah! hurrah! To h--l with ye, where you belong, ye--" "Silence aft!" shouted Seymour, in a voice of thunder.

"Keep fast that gun; and another cheer like that, and I put you in irons, Thompson." The water in the front of the Mellish suddenly became darker, the breakers disappeared, the ship was in deep water again; she had the open sea before her, and was through the channel.
"We are through the pass, sir," said Bentley.
"I know it," answered Seymour, at last.

"I suppose there is no use beating back around the shoal, Bentley ?" he said tentatively.
"No, sir, no use; and besides in this wind we could not do it; and, sir, you know nothing will live in such a sea.