"Look out, my lads; give it to them now.  Make fast the sheet, Jecks, and get your rifle.  Ten pounds to the man who brings down the captain!" roared Mr Brooke.  "Here, Herrick, my gun!" he cried; and, handing it to him, I seized mine, thrust in two wet cartridges with my wet fingers, and, doubting whether they would go off, I took aim at a man on the poop, who was holding a pot to which another was applying a light.