Keeping his head-yards aback, he knocked his ship round off, until her broadside bore on the lugger, when he let fly every gun of his starboard batteries, the utmost care having been taken to make the shot tell.

Twenty-two heavy round-shot coming in at once upon a little craft like le Feu-Follet was a fearful visitation, and the "boldest held their breath for a time" as the iron whirlwind whistled past them.

Fortunately the lugger was not hulled; but a grave amount of mischief was done aloft.

The jigger-mast was cut in two and flew upward like a pipe-stem.

A serious wound was given to the mainmast below the hounds, and the yard itself was shivered in the slings.