In fact the cutter seemed to have too much sail up, and rushed through the water at a tremendous rate.
"She'll soon catch the lugger going like that, Big," I said.

"Look! Your father's not going straight away; he's going more off the land." "Yes, because he knows what he's doing.

He wants to get more out so as to catch the wind.

You'll see in a few minutes the cutter won't go half so fast.

Hah! I was afraid of that." For just then there was a puff of smoke from the cutter, and we could just make out, by the way it dipped, the round shot that went ricochetting over the sea.
"That will stop him," I said gloomily.
"No, it will not," said Bigley angrily.