Two shot had come in together, as Marble thus interrupted himself; one of them knocking away the side of a port, while the other laid four men of its gun on the deck.  This gun was on the point of being discharged, as the injury was inflicted; but the loss of its captain prevented it from being fired.  The lieutenant of the division caught the match from the fallen seaman, gave it a puff with his breath, and applied it to the priming.  As the gun came leaping in, the lieutenant turned his head to see where he could best find men to supply the place of those who had been killed, or wounded.  His eyes fell on us.  He asked no questions; but merely looked in our direction.

“Ay, ay, sir,” said Marble, stripping off his jacket, and taking the tobacco from his mouth.  “In one moment.—­Just hold on, till I’m ready.”

I scarce knew whether to remonstrate, or not:  but hard at it he went; and, delighted by his zeal, the officer clapped him on the back, leaving him to act as captain of the gun.  Afraid the contagion might extend to myself, I turned, ascended the ladder, and was immediately on the quarter-deck again.  Here I found old Captain Rowley, with his hat off, cheering his men,—­the Frenchman’s main-top-mast having just gone over his side.  It was not a time to make my report, nor was any needed just then; so I walked aft as far as the taffrail, in order to get out of the way, and to make my observations as much removed from the smoke as possible.  This was the only opportunity I enjoyed of noting the relative positions, as well as conditions, of the two vessels.

The Briton had suffered heavily aloft; but all her principal spars still stood.  On the other hand, her antagonist had lost both main and mizen-top-masts, and her fire had materially slackened within the last fifteen minutes.  She was falling more under a quarter-raking fire, too, from her people’s losing command of their ship; the two frigates having, some time before, come by the wind—­the Englishman a little on the Frenchman’s weather-quarter.  As is usual, in a heavy cannonade and a moderate breeze, the wind had died away, or become neutralized, by the concussions of the guns, and neither combatant moved much from the position he occupied.  Still the Briton had her yards knowingly braced, while those of her enemy were pretty much at sixes and sevens.  Under such circumstances, it was not difficult to predict the result of the engagement; more especially as the spirits of the Britons seemed to be rising with the duration of the combat.

I was still making my observations, when I heard the crack of a shot, and the ripping of plank, on the forward part of the quarter-deck.  A little group collected around a falling man, and I thought I caught a glimpse of Captain Rowley’s uniform and epaulettes, in the sufferer.  In an instant I was on the spot.  Sure enough, there was my old friend grievously wounded.  Clements was also there.  Catching my eye, he observed—­