Several times the Mahrattas climbed on board, but each time were driven out again.

The smoke rose thicker and thicker, and tongues of flame could be seen shooting up.
"She is doomed," Charlie exclaimed.

"Even if unmolested, the crew could not extinguish the fire, now.

It has got too much hold.
"Ah! The other frigate is on fire now." Fresh yells of triumph rose from the Mahrattas.

On board the sloop every sail was hoisted, in spite of the continued fire of muskets and arrows, which killed many of the sailors employed.