y some of
her spars and get off. I don't think we shall have much chance of
taking her, and as to blowing up or going down with our colours flying,
if the enemy send their shot through her sides, between wind and water,
and won't take us on board, we can't help ourselves; but perhaps, sir,
you'll just think over the matter about blowing up. It would be like
throwing our best chance away. I for one don't wish to see the inside
of a French prison; but you know, sir, even if we are taken, we may have
a chance of being retaken before we get into a French port, or of
escaping even when we are there. Now, if we blow ourselves up into the
air, we shall have no chance of either."

"Very true, Pringle, very true," answered the midshipman; "I did not
think of that. Well, we won't blow ourselves up; and if we find our
brig sinking, we'll strike our flag and yield. There'll be no dishonour
in doing that, I hope. Several brave officers have been obliged to
strike to a superior force at times; so it will be all proper, but it's
what the Frenchmen are more accustomed to do than we are."

There was no sun visible, so Mr Nott looked at his watch and found that
there would be scarcely more than an hour of daylight.

"If we can but keep ahead, we shall do," he remarked.

Paul agreed with him in this, but suggested that, by cutting away the
stern-boat, and by making two temporary ports in her stern, they might
fight a couple of long brass guns which they had found on board. This
idea was immediately adopted, and all hands set to work to get the guns
and tackle ready, while Paul, with an axe, soon made the required ports.
He was not very particular as to their appearance. With the aid of the
timber-heads, there were already a sufficient number of ringbolts to
enable them to work the tackles.

All this time the schooner was gaining on them. Scarcely were these two
guns fitted and loaded than the schooner yawed, and a shot came skipping
along the water and disappeared close under their counter.

"Not badly aimed," observed True Blue, "but the range is too great.
Paul, don't you think that these long guns would carry farther?"

"Wait a bit, Billy," answered Paul; "we haven't much powder or many shot
to spare. We won't throw away either till she gets a little nearer.
Then you shall have it all your own way."

True Blue, with this promise, was eager for the Frenchman to get nearer.
There had been no doubt that such the strange