on board of her had strong hopes of her being too much for her pursuer, could she maintain it.  Until this feeling began to diffuse itself in the brig, not a countenance was to be seen on her decks that did not betray intense anxiety; but now something like grim smiles passed among the crew, as their craft seemed rather to fly than force her way through the water, toward the entrance of the passage so often adverted to in this narrative.

On the other hand, the Poughkeepsie was admirably sailed and handled.  Everybody was now on deck, and the first lieutenant had taken the trumpet.  Captain Mull was a man of method, and a thorough man-of-war’s man.  Whatever he did was done according to rule, and with great system.  Just as the Swash was about to enter the passage, the drum of the Poughkeepsie beat to quarters.  No sooner were the men mustered, in the leeward, or the starboard batteries, than orders were sent to cast loose the guns, and to get them ready for service.  Owing to the more leeward position of his vessel, and to the fact that she always head-reached so much in stays, Captain Mull knew that she would not lose much by luffing into the wind, or by making half-boards, while he might gain everything by one well-directed shot.

The strife commenced by the sloop-of-war, firing her weather bow-gun, single-shotted, at the Swash.  No damage was done, though the fore-yard of the brig had a very narrow escape.  This experiment was repeated three times, without even a rope-yarn being carried away, though the gun was pointed by Wallace himself, and well pointed, too.  But it is possible for a shot to come very near its object and still to do no injury.  Such was the fact on this occasion, though the “ship’s gentleman” was a good deal mortified by the result.  Men look so much at success as the test of merit, that few pause to inquire into the reasons of failures, though it frequently happens that adventures prosper by means of their very blunders.  Captain Mull now determined on a half-board, for his ship was more to leeward than he desired.  Directions were given to the officers in the batteries to be deliberate, and the helm was put down.  As the ship shot into the wind, each gun was fired, as it could be brought to bear, until the last of them all was discharged.  Then the course of the vessel was changed, the helm being righted before the ship had lost her way, and the sloop-of-war fell off again to her course.

All this was done in such a short period of time as scarcely to cause the Poughkeepsie to lose anything, while it did the Swash the most serious injury.  The guns had been directed at the brig’s spars and sails, Captain Mull desiring no more than to capture his chase, and the destruction they produced aloft was such as to induce Spike and his men, at first, to imagine that the whole hamper above their heads was about to come clattering down on deck.  One shot carried away all the weather fore-top-mast rigging