The frigate, the unsuspicious frigate, had followed the course of the transport exactly, and was coming down to the deadly rocks like a hurricane.
Talbot, his quarrel forgotten for the moment, ceased firing, and stood, with all of the men who could be spared from their stations, looking aft at the tremendous drama being played.
"The frigate! Look at the frigate! She 's going to strike, sir!" cried one of the seamen, excitedly,--old Thompson, who had sailed upon her.

"See, they see the breakers.

Now there go the head yards.

It won't do.

It's too late.