who spoke. Owen recognised his voice.

"There is something wrong," cried another man.

"Treachery! treachery!" exclaimed several of the pirates, and two guns
from the _Ouzel Galley_ were fired at the approaching ship. They were
well aimed. One of the shots struck the bulwarks, the splinters from
which wounded several persons; the other flew more aft, and the
traitorous pirate, Michael O'Harrall, was seen to fall. Not a groan
escaped him. The officers and crew sprang to their feet, those who were
below leaping on deck.

Though the wind had fallen almost to a calm, the ship had way enough on
her to bring her up alongside the _Ouzel Galley_. Grappling-irons were
thrown on board. At the same time two more shots were fired by the
pirates, and although, surprised as they had been, they were seen
rapidly mustering on deck, still there was evident confusion among them.
The British seamen, led by their officers, pistol and cutlass in hand,
were the next instant leaping down on the deck of the _Ouzel Galley.
For_ a few seconds the pirates fought desperately; but, bold as most of
them were, they saw that their chance of success was gone. Then, with
fierce oaths and cries of terror and rage, they retreated to the
opposite side of the ship, and those who could threw themselves
overboard with the intention of trying to swim to the shore.

One of the last to make his escape was O'Harrall. He had been
hard-pressed by Lieutenant Tarwig, who shouted to him to yield; but,
springing on a gun and aiming a desperate cut at the lieutenant's head
(fortunately the cut was parried, or it would have finished the gallant
officer), the pirate leaped over the bulwarks, and disappeared beneath
the dark waters. Mr Tarwig jumped up on the gun, and eagerly looked
over the side to ascertain what had become of his late antagonist. He
could make out through the gloom several persons swimming away from the
ship, but whether or not one of them was O'Harrall, it was impossible to
say.

Not a pirate now remained alive on the deck of the _Ouzel Galley_. A
dozen or more had been cut down, and so effectually had the British
seamen wielded their cutlasses that every one of them had been killed
outright. The marines had followed the boarders, and now began firing
away at the pirates in the water; but, the darkness concealing the
swimmers, no effective aim could be taken. As the boats on the
starboard side could not be lowered while the two ships