a great dynamo-electric sea-fight.

a few weeks after the utterance of captain rik’s famous prophecy, robin, sam, stumps, and slagg found themselves on board of a large submarine cable steam-ship, named the triton, ploughing the billows of the southern ocean.

a few weeks later and they were drawing near to that great concourse of islands known as the malay archipelago, where nature is exceptionally beautiful, but man is rather vile. at all events, that region of the ocean lying to the south of china has been long infamous for the number and ferocity of its pirates, who, among the numerous islands, with their various channels, creeks, and rivers, have found a suitable field for their bloody and remorseless game.

“d’you know, i don’t believe in pirates?” said robin to sam, as they stood at the bow of the cable-ship, conversing about these sea-robbers.

“they believe in you nevertheless, as you’d find out to your cost if we came across one just now.”

the voice that replied was not sam’s, but that of the captain, who had come forward to get a clearer sweep of the horizon ahead with his glass.

“do you think it likely, sir, that we may meet with any of the rascals?” asked sam.

“not at all unlikely,” replied the captain, fixing his glass and putting it to his eye, “though i don’t think it likely that we shall be attacked, as we are large and don’t look like a richly freighted merchant-man. however, there is no saying. these scoundrels fear nothing, and when hard up will attack anything but a man-of-war, i half suspect that i am looking at one of them now.”

this latter announcement, calmly uttered, threw all who heard it into quite a flutter of excitement.

the captain was a big, dark-skinned, bearded man, with a quiet, half-humorous, half-sarcastic expression of countenance.

“do you really think it is a pirate?” asked robin, eagerly.

“i really do,” replied the captain, “and i fear we may have to run out of our course to avoid her. you see, i am a man of peace, and abhor bloodshed, therefore i won’t fight if i can help it.”

saying this he gave orders to have the course of the steamer changed.

just then there occurred one of those contretemps which don’t often happen, but which, when they do, are often prolific of disaster; an important part of the machinery broke down, and the engine, for the moment, was rendered useless. it was most unfortunate, for the suspicious craft lay to windward, and a light breeze was blowing carried it steadily towards them, although all the sail the steamer possessed was crowded on her.

“come aft here, mr shipton, and tell your chief to come with you. i want to hold a council of war,” said the captain.

summoning the first mate and chief engineer, as well as the electricians, the captain went to the after part of the quarter-deck, where, seated on the taffrail, he deliberated with the extemporised council measures for repelling an expected attack.

what these deliberations tended to, those not of the council could not tell, but from the energy of the members, and an occasional burst of laughter from the group, it was obvious, as jim slagg remarked, that “mischief o’ some sort was in the wind.”

presently the council broke up, and the members went actively below, as men do who have a purpose to carry out promptly.

meanwhile the pirate vessel came within range and fired a shot which missed them. the fire was not repeated. evidently they meant to get within easy range before trying another shot.

in a few minutes the electricians came on deck with several large coils of copper wire, which they uncoiled and distributed mysteriously about the sides of the vessel. at the same time several lengths of leathern pump hose were laid along the deck, and fire-branches or nozzles attached to them.

“run out our stern-guns now,” said the captain, with a grim smile, “and give it ’em hot. it won’t do to seem to give in too easy. run up the union jack. don’t take aim. i want more noise and smoke than mischief—d’ye understand?”

the officer to whom this was addressed, said, “ay, ay, sir,” in the usual tone of ready obedience, adding, however, in an undertoned growl, “but i don’t understand, for all that!”

he obeyed the orders literally, being well disciplined, and the result was a sudden and most furious cannonade, for the pirate replied with vigour, using all the guns he could bring to bear; but no damage was done on either side for some time, until at last a ball from the enemy went crash through the smoke funnel of the triton with a most sonorous bang!

“that’ll do now,” cried the captain, “cease firing and haul down the colours.”

if the captain had said, “cut away the rudder and heave the boilers overboard,” he could scarcely have caused more surprise in his crew, who, by his orders, had assembled on deck, every man being armed with musket, cutlass, and revolver. his orders were strictly and promptly obeyed, however.

by this time the light breeze had fallen and a dead calm prevailed, so that the sails of the pirate flapped idly against her masts, and her crew were seen busily lowering her boats.

“we could have soon got out of her way if our engines had not broke down,” growled the captain, as he went toward the front of the quarter-deck and looked down on the armed men in the waist. “my lads,” he said, “the blackguards are malay pirates. they are lowering their boats, and will be alongside in less than half an hour. i don’t need to tell you what you’ll have to expect if they take us. we must beat ’em off or die; for it’s better to die sword in hand than to be tortured or strangled. those of you, however, who prefer the latter modes of going under may show the white feather and enjoy yourselves in your own way. now, lads, you know me. i expect obedience to orders to the letter. i hate fighting and bloodshed—so don’t kill unless you can’t help it. also, take care that you don’t touch these copper wires on the sides with either finger or foot. if you do you’ll repent it, for electricians don’t like their gear handled.”

turning abruptly round, for the oars of the approaching boats could now be distinctly heard, the captain asked sam if his batteries were well charged.

“chock-full, sir,” replied sam with a broad grin; “there’s not a bit of iron all round the ship that a man could lay hold of without receiving his due!”

“good,” said the captain, turning to the chief engineer; “are the hose attached and the boilers hot?”

“bubblin’ up fit to burst, sir. i’ve weighted the safety-valves to give it force?”

without another word the captain stepped to the port gangway, and took off his hat to the advancing pirates. the pirate captain, not to be outdone in civility, took off his fez and bowed as the boat ranged alongside. the captain carefully held out one of the man-ropes to his enemy. he grasped it and seized the other.

an instantaneous yell of the most appalling nature issued from his mouth, and never before, since ship-building began, were a couple of man-ropes thrown off with greater violence! the pirate captain fell back into his boat, and the captain of the steamer stepped promptly back to avoid the storm of bullets that were let fly at his devoted head. at the starboard gangway the chief mate performed the same ceremony to another boat with a like result.

the pirates were amazed and enraged, but not cowed. with a wild cheer they made a simultaneous dash at the ship’s sides all round. with a wilder yell they fell back into their boats,—shocked beyond expression! a few of them, however, chanced to lay hold of ropes or parts of the vessel that were not electrified. these gained the bulwarks.

“shove in some more acid,” said the chief electrician in suppressed excitement to sam shipton, who stood beside the batteries below.

“stir up the fires, lads,” cried the chief engineer to his men at the boilers beneath, as he stood holding a fire-nozzle ready.

intensified yells all round told that chemical action had not been applied in vain, while the pirates who had gained the bulwarks were met with streams of boiling water in their faces. heroes may and do face shot and shell coolly without flinching, but no hero ever faced boiling water coolly. the pirates turned simultaneously and received the streams in rear. light cotton is but a poor defence in such circumstances. they sloped over the sides like eels, and sought refuge in the sea. blazing with discomfiture and amazement, but not yet dismayed, these ferocious creatures tried the assault a second time. their fury became greater, so did the numbers that gained a footing on the bulwarks, but not one reached the deck! the battery and the boiler played a part that day which it had never before entered into the brain of the wildest scientist to conceive. the hissing of the hot shower and the vigour of the cold shock were only equalled by the unearthly yelling of the foe, whose miraculous bounds and plunges formed a scene that is altogether indescribable.

the crew of the steamer stood spell-bound, unable to fight even if there had been occasion for so doing. the dark-skinned captain became indian-red in the face from suppressed laughter.

suddenly a tremor ran through the steamer, as if she too were unable to restrain her feelings. during the fight—if we may so call it—the engineers had been toiling might and main in the buried depths of their engine-room; the broken parts of the engine had been repaired or refitted, and a throb of life had returned to the machinery. in its first revolution the screw touched the stern of a pirate-boat and turned it upside down. another boat at the bow was run over. the crews of both swam away like ducks, with their long knives between their teeth. the other boats hauled off.

“now, captain,” cried robin wright, who, during the whole time, had stood as if transfixed, with a cutlass in one hand, a pistol in the other, and his mouth, not to mention his eyes, wide open; “now, captain, we shall get away without shedding a drop of blood!”

“yes,” replied the captain, “but not without inflicting punishment. port your helm—hard a port!”

“port it is, sir—hard over,” replied the man at the wheel, and away went the steamer with a grand circular sweep which speedily brought her, bow-on, close to the pirate vessel.

“steady—so!” said the captain, at the same time signalling “full steam” to the engine-room.

the space between the two vessels quickly decreased. the part of the pirate crew which had been left on board saw and understood. with a howl of consternation, every man sprang into the sea. next moment their vessel was cut almost in two and sent fathoms down into the deep, whence it rose a limp and miserable remnant, flattened out upon the waves.

“now,” observed the captain, with a pleasant nod, “we’ll leave them to get home the best way they can. a boat voyage in such fine weather in these latitudes will do them good.”

saying which, he resumed his course, and steamed away into the regions of the far east.