66 GENTLEMAN JACK," 66 PAUL PERIWINKLE," HENRY COLBURN, PUBLISHER 13, GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET. 1839. THE FLYING DUTCHMAN. CHAPTER I. With varying fortune still the fight proceeds, ALTHOUGH Mustapha had been thus severely wounded himself-for he had lost his arm-he remained so perfectly self-possessed as to seize Herbert with his right hand, and break the latter's fall. The corporal immediately had his shipmate lifted up with all care. ""Tis a wile syrocky, Corporal, blows nobody good, as the dervish said: so while I go below, and get my flipper doctored," looking VOL. 11. B round with the utmost nonchalance at his bleeding limb, "you, my boy, must take charge of the ship; and here, give me your ear a minute." The corporal bent his head, while the other whispered, "Sink us if you like, but let us strike nothing save the bottom;- no surrender." "None," said the corporal, in those deep hollow tones of powerfully excited passion, which bespoke him ready to seal the destruction of all on board, rather than be taken. Then, as he turned away, he added, "But if I live, there is much to be done before we come to that." 66 Right, messmate," said the other, departing; and the deck having been cleared, the corporal turned his attention once more to the ship. The unlucky shot which had just effected so much damage, had, to all appearance, in a few seconds done more for the cause of the Alcibiades than her last half-hour's firing put together. On the destruction of the wheel, there of course simultaneously followed the temporary loss of power over the ship's rudder; and the frigate, which had before been made to hug the wind as closely as possible, no sooner felt herself at liberty, than she immediately fell off four or five points; and then, being a good weatherly ship, held straight on her course. But though she thus gained in speed what she lost in her windward position, her enemy, guessing that some such accident had happened, made the most of her good fortune. She had, in the incredibly short space intervening, continued to shift her maintopsail-yard, and was at that very moment bending a new sail. When the corporal saw what had happened, he seized a glass, and directing it for a second on the Alcibiades, he beheld her close-reefed maintopsail in the very act of being sheeted home. "By the Lord Harry, Cresswell," cried he, "there are some gallant hands aboard that ship; she's shifted her maintopsail-yard already. Those are men, now, it's a credit to beat." "Ay, but a confounded sight of labour to manage, my dear fellow," replied Cresswell, as the perspiration rolled from his brow in large |