Written when Sinclair was just 16 years old, and published under the pseudonym "Ensign Clark Fitch, U.S.N."
And then Clif got to work with all his might.
Had he had a calm sea he could have raked that vessel without missing a shot. He had only to experiment and get the aim just right and then leave the gun to stay in that one position while he blazed away.
But the Uncas in climbing over the waves was now up and now down, so that sometimes the shots fell short and sometimes they went high.
But every once in a while he had the satisfaction of hearing that he had landed one.
After that the chase was a lively one, for the Uncas kept blazing away merrily. The people on board that fleeing vessel must have had a very large time of it that afternoon.
It was just what Clif Faraday liked; he was beginning to be quite an expert in target practice, and he was willing to experiment with that ship just as long as the ammunition held out.
But his opportunity did not last very long, for the land in front was neared very rapidly, and after that there was less fun and more work.