g, to get
to windward of the black frigate, and also between her and the
batteries, so that their shot would be likely to damage friends as well
as foes. The brigs, which showed signs of being much cut up in their
rigging, seemed inclined to keep at a respectful distance. The shots of
the "Pallas" were, however, aimed chiefly at her more worthy antagonist.
The guns were admirably served. Again the men cheered. The first step
towards victory had been gained. The mizen-mast of the black frigate
had been shot away, and over the side it went, with its yards and sails.

The "Pallas" ceased firing--so did the batteries, for they would have
hit the French ship had they continued to do so. Once more the British
frigate tacked. She had gained a position directly to windward of her
opponents. Once more she opened her fire; it was with dreadful effect.
She, however, was suffering much, both in spars and hull.

"This must be cut short," observed the captain, calmly. "Now, master,
up with the helm, and carry us alongside the enemy. My men, be ready to
board, the cutlass must decide the day."

In gallant style the small English frigate bore down upon an opponent
nearly twice her size. The "Pallas" poured a well-directed broadside
into the black frigate, and the instant afterwards there was a fearful
concussion. The main-deck guns were driven in by the sides of the
French ship, and at the same moment the maintopsail-yard was torn from
the mast, and much other damage was done aloft, while the bumpkin, chain
plates, cat heads, and bower anchor were carried away. In vain the
captain called to his men to aid in lashing the two frigates together.
Before they could assemble they had separated. Ronald, with a boarding
party, was about to spring on to the deck of the French frigate, but he
was too late to make the attempt.

Once more Lord Claymore was about to bear down on the French frigate,
when Hardman pointed out to him two more French frigates coming out
under all sail to the rescue of their friend. To have remained longer
would have been madness. Lord Claymore was not a man to do a foolish
rash thing. Waving his hat to the brave captain of the black frigate,
who kept his post on a gun watching their proceedings, he ordered the
tacks to be hauled aboard, and, without further injuring his opponent,
stood out to sea. The guns were run in and secured, and the crew were
sent aloft to repair damages. So severe, however,