"We're going to take
the sailors and go below."
A rush was made for the companionway leading down into the schooner's
cabin. A man's white, scared face showed below, for a moment.
"Hurrah!" yelled Eph Somers, drawing his sword and making a bound below
"There's Brother Gray. Oh, we've the right boat--and the right crowd,
too!"
CHAPTER XVI
THE DUEL THROUGH THE DOOR
Bang!
A stateroom door closed just before the two young officers reached it.
Click! That told the story of a bolt shot into place.
"You may as well open!" called Jack, coolly. "We have ample force for
breaking down that door!"
Crack! In that confined space the discharge of a pistol sounded almost
deafening. A line of red shot through the stateroom door. The bullet
from the weapon whizzed between Jack Benson and Eph Somers, the missile
burying itself in wood across the passage.
Crack! Crack!
With that desperate fellow the other side of the door, shooting through
the key-hole, it was worse than folly to remain in line of range.
Yet Jack and Eph retorted coolly, with the dignity of officers.
"My man," requested Lieutenant Jack, turning to one of the sailors,
"hand me your revolver.
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