Whatever we capture you shall divide among yourselves.' "'It's very easy to divide what we never had,' said one; 'Nearly as easy as to give it,' cried another; 'I'll never light match or draw cutlass in the cause,' said a third.
"'Surrender!' 'Strike the flag!' 'Down with the colors!' roared several voices together.
"By this time the Frenchman was close up, and ranging his long gun to sweep our decks; his crew were quite perceptible,--about twenty bronzed, stout-looking follows, stripped to the waist, and carrying pistols in broad flat belts slung over the shoulder.
"'Come, my lads,' said I, raising my voice, as I drew a pistol from my side and cocked it, 'our time is short now; I may as well tell you that the first shot that strikes us amidship blows up the whole craft and every man on board.

We are nothing less than a fireship, destined for Brest harbor to blow up the French fleet.

If you are willing to make an effort for your lives, follow me!' "The men looked aghast.

Whatever recklessness crime and drunkenness had given them, the awful feeling of inevitable death at once repelled.
Short as was the time for reflection, they felt that there were many circumstances to encourage the assertion,--the nature of the vessel, her riotous, disorderly crew, the secret nature of the service, all confirmed it,--and they answered with a shout of despairing vengeance, 'We'll board her; lead us on!' As the cry rose up, the long swivel from the chase rang sharply in our ears, and a tremendous discharge of grape flew through our rigging.

None of our men, however, fell; and animated now with the desire for battle, they sprang to the binnacle, and seized their arms.
"In an instant the whole deck became a scene of excited bustle; and scarcely was the ammunition dealt out, and the boarding party drawn up, when the Frenchman broached to and lashed his bowsprit to our own.
"One terrific yell burst from our fellows as they sprang from the rigging and the poop upon the astonished Frenchmen, who thought that the victory was already their own; with death and ruin behind, their only hope before, they dashed forward like madmen to the fray.
"The conflict was bloody and terrific, though not a long one.