The Jupitre, however, ran alongside her and grappled with her, and a furious combat could be seen proceeding on the decks.

Meanwhile, the flames mounted higher and higher on board the two frigates.

The crew now could be seen leaping overboard from the ports, choosing any death rather than that by fire.
It was but a choice.

Many were drowned, the rest cut or shot down by the Mahrattas.

Down came the Dutch flag, fluttering from the masthead of the sloop, and the wild Mahratta yell proclaimed that the victory was everywhere complete.
The frigates were now a sheet of flames, and the Mahratta craft drew away from them; until, with two tremendous explosions, their magazines blew up and they sank beneath the waters.
"I should scarcely have believed it possible," Charlie said, "that three fine ships of war, mounting a hundred and four guns, could be destroyed by a fleet of pirates, however numerous.