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however valiantly they might fight, and it seemed as if
they were close aboard when Ben discharged the piece
the second time.

On this occasion the aim was no less true than before.

The sampans were coming in a cluster, and the grape-
shot, of which there was a plentiful supply, worked an
almost incredible amount of execution ; but yet the victory
was far from being won.

Half a dozen craft were sent to the bottom, as many
more shattered into uselessness; a score of men were
struggling in the water, but yet at least ten sampans con-
tinued to advance, and before the cannon could be reloaded
would have gained the shelter of the brig’s bow.

His brief efforts and skilful plans would be of no avail,
if once the men gained a foothold on the deck, and this
Ben understood thoroughly.

“Stay where you are, and shoot if a head shows above
the rail!’’ he cried hurriedly to the young girl. “See to
it that the sails are kept drawing.”

Then he rushed forward, motioning the prisoners to go
in advance of him, which they did without protest because
of his weapon, and, as they passed the galley, he shouted
for Eliphalet to follow.

The forward hatch was yet off, and he forced his cap-
tives below in the shortest space of time, fastening them
securely in just as the occupants of the foremost sampan
were clutching at the cable, intending to draw themselves
up by this means.

Three well-directed shots from his revolver served to