a short time, with the aid of tubs of provisions, barrels of water, and bales of goods, a barricade was built across the bow of the vessel, forming a triangular enclosure of about fourteen feet on each side. The arms were then collected and placed inside, and when this was done there was a general feeling of satisfaction that they could at least sell their lives dearly.
“Now, sir, what is the next step?” Dimchurch asked.“You have only to give your orders and we are ready to carry them out.”
“I have thought of nothing at present,” Will said. “I fancy it will be better to allow them to make the first move, for even with the advantage of attacking them in the dark we could hardly hope to overcome four times our number.”
“It would be a tough job certainly, sir; but if the worst comes to the worst, we might try it.”
“It must come to quite the worst, Dimchurch, before we take such a step as that.”
As evening approached, the Moors were heard descending the companion. There was a buzz of talk, and then they came rushing forward. When they reached the door between the fore and aft portions of the ship Will and his men opened fire upon them, and as they poured out they were shot down. Seven or eight fell, and then the others dashed forward. The seamen lined the barricade and made a strenuous resistance. Cutlass clashed against Moorish yatagan; the Moors were too crowded together to use their guns, and as they could gather no more closely in front than the sailors stood, they were unable to break through the barricade. At last, after many had fallen, the rest retired. Three or four of the sailors had received more or less severe wounds, but none were absolutely disabled. Tom Stevens had fought pluckily among the rest, and Will was ready with his shouts of encouragement, and a cutlass he had taken for use instead of his dirk, wherever the pressure was most severe.
When the Moors had retired, Dimchurch and two others went outside the barricade and piled some heavy bales against the door, after first carrying out the dead Moors.
“They will hardly attack us that way again, sir,” he said to Will; “it will be our turn next time.”
“Yes, six of their number are killed, and probably several badly wounded, so we ought to have a good chance of success if we make a dash at them in the dark.”
They waited until night had fallen. Then Will said:
“Do you think you can lift that hatchway, Dimchurch?”
“I will have a pretty hard try anyhow,” the man said. “I will roll this tub under it; that will give me a chance of using my strength.”
Although he was able to move it slightly, his utmost efforts failed to lift it more than an inch or two.
“They have piled too many ropes on it for me, sir; but I think that if some others will get on tubs and join me we shall be able to move the thing.”
“Wait a minute, Dimchurch. Let each man make sure that his musket is loaded.”
There was a short pause, during which all firelocks were carefully examined. When he saw that all were in good order, Will said:
“Now, lads, heave away.”
Slowly the hatchway yielded, and with a great effort it was pushed up far enough for a man to crawl out. Pieces of wood were shoved in at each corner so as to hold the hatch open, and the men who had lifted it stood clear.
“Clamber out, Dimchurch, and have a look round. Are there many of them on deck?”
“Only about a dozen, as far as I can make out, sir. They are jabbering away among themselves disputing, I should say, as to the best way to get at us.”
“I expect they intend to leave us alone and take us into Algiers. However, that does not matter. You two crawl out and lie down, then give me a hand and hoist me out. I think the others can all reach, except Tom; you had better hoist him up after me.”
Each man, as he clambered out, lay down on the deck. When all were up, they crawled along aft to within a few yards of the Moors, then leapt to their feet and fired a volley. Five of the Moors fell, while the others, panic-stricken, ran below.
“Now, pile cables over the hatchway,” Will shouted.
The sailors rushed to carry out the order. They were startled as they did so by a shout from above.
“Hillo, below there! Have you got possession of the ship?”
“Yes. Is that you, Forster?”
“Yes.”
“Thank God for that!” Will shouted back, while the men gave a cheer. “Why don’t you come down?”
“I am going to slide down the mast.”
“What for? Why don’t you come down by the rattlings?”
“I have cut the shrouds. When our last man fell I made a dash for them, and directly I got to the top I cut them, and half a dozen men who were climbing after me fell sprawling to the deck. Then I cut them on the other side. I thought then that they would at once shoot me, but there was a lively argument among them and shouts of laughter, and they evidently thought that it would be a great joke to leave me up here until I chose to slide down and be killed. Of course I heard their attack on you, and trembled for the result; but when the noise suddenly ceased I guessed that you had repulsed them. Well, here goes!” and half a minute later he slid down to the deck. “How do matters stand?” he asked, when he stood among them.
“We killed six and wounded eight or ten in the first attack upon us, and we have shot five more now. All the rest are battened down below.”
“There they had better remain for the present. Well, Gilmore, I congratulate you on having recaptured the ship. It has been a bad affair, for we have lost nine men killed; but as far as you are concerned you have done splendidly. I am afraid I shall get a pretty bad wigging for allowing them to get out, though certainly the bolts of the hatchways were all right when we changed the watch. Of course I see now that I ought to have placed a man there as sentry. It is always so mighty easy to be wise after the event. I expect the rascals pretty nearly cut the wood away round the bolts, and after the watch was changed set to work and completed the job. We shall not, however, be able to investigate that until we get to Malta.”
“We have blocked up the door between the fore and the after parts of the ship,” said Will; “but I think it would be as well to place a sentry at each hatch now, as they might turn the tables upon us again.”
“Certainly. Are you badly wounded, Dimchurch?”
“I have got a slash across the cheek, sir, but nothing to speak of.”
“Well, will you take post at the after-hatch for the present. Stevens, you may as well go down and guard the door. You will be able to tell us, at least, if they are up to any mischief. I should think, however, the fight is pretty well taken out of them, and that they will resign themselves to their fate now.”
“This is a bad job for me,” Forster said, as he and Will sat down together on a gun.
“I am awfully sorry, Forster, but I am afraid there is no getting out of it.”
“No, that is out of the question.”
“There is one thing, Forster. If you did not put a sentry over the hatchway, neither did
