and shaped her course toward the
head of the island.

"Now, here's the place," said the first lieutenant. "If we meet him
coming down we'll run up and board him before he can round to. Where is
he, I wonder?"

The students were all on the watch, every eye being turned in the
direction from which the pirate was expected to appear, and Harry nearly
jumped from the deck when one of the crew sang out:

"Sail, ho! straight ahead, and coming down like the wind."

"It's the schooner!" exclaimed the lieutenant, in an excited voice.

"I believe it is," replied Harry, springing upon the rail to obtain a
better view of the approaching craft. "Now I know it is. Station a man
at the rattle, Mr. Jackson, and see that the crew are all in their
places. I've got you now, Tom Newcombe!"

"Are you going to run him aboard, sir?"

"I am, indeed, if I get the chance."

"Humph! He seems to forget that there are two desperate villains on
board that vessel, and that they are armed with revolvers," muttered the
second lieutenant, under his breath. "We'll have a chance now to see how
it feels to face loaded weapons."

Jackson thought his superior was becoming very reckless, but that did
not prevent him from hurrying off to execute his commands. He sent
another man to the wheel; stationed a midshipman in the waist to pass
the first lieutenant's orders; placed one of the crew at the rattle; and
collected the boarders in a group on the forecastle. Harry, from his
perch on the rail, watched all that was going on, and, having seen the
crew stationed to his satisfaction, he turned to look at the schooner.
He found that if he had got Tom Newcombe, he was likely to lose him
again, for the latter had kept his eyes open, and the moment he
discovered the yacht he put his vessel about, and prepared to show Harry
her heels. The maneuver was so clumsily executed, however, that the
Storm King approached very near to her before she could fill away on her
course again--so near that her bow was abreast of the schooner's waist,
and only about ten feet from her. Every thing had worked as Harry
thought it would if he met the pirate there, and he was sure of his
prize.

"Hard a port," he shouted, so excited that he scarcely knew what he was
about. "Stand by, Mr. Jackson."

"O, now, you had better mind what you are doing over there, Harry
Green!" cried Tom, from the deck of the schooner. "You'll get the worst
of it if you run foul of us."

"We're after