At that moment Tregenna's attention was recalled to his own situation by his receiving a blow on the breast from a weapon in the hands of one of the smugglers. The attack recalled him to himself, roused again the savage instinct which is the best for a man to feel at such a time, and nerved his arm to retaliation.
He saw no more of "Jem;" he was able, therefore, in the excitement of the fight, to forget her. And, although the smuggler's boat presently succeeded in sheering off, after having inflicted some damage on their opponents, it was with more than one of their number hurt and disabled that they made off in the direction of the sloop.
Tregenna would have followed; but to the signals he made to his second boat to accompany him, the crew replied that they were unable to do so. He had, therefore, to be content with the damage he had undoubtedly inflicted upon the "free-traders," and to return to the cutter, which he reached some minutes before the second boat did.
When this came up, in its turn, the boatswain, who was in charge of it, saluted, in some triumph, as he drew alongside.
