8/27 The firing became heavier and heavier, and as it became light, three large ships could be seen, about two miles ahead, surrounded by a host of smaller craft. "It reminds me of three big bulls in a meadow, attacked by a host of little curs." "It does, Tim; but the curs can bite. What a fire they are keeping up. Count the ports, I can see them now." "The biggest one," Tim said, "has got twenty-five." "Yes; and the others eighteen and nine. They are two frigates, one of fifty and the other of thirty-six guns; and a sloop of eighteen. |