Ben Burton | Page 5

Second-Lieutenant, five seamen and three marines killed, three officers
and twenty-two men wounded. The Frenchman had a crew of one
hundred and sixty men and boys, out of whom there were no less than
fourteen killed and twenty wounded--pretty badly, too, for we were not
apt to use our cutlasses over gently, you may suppose.
"We had still plenty of work to do, for, though cowed for the moment,
the Frenchmen would not have made much ceremony in trying to turn
the tables again upon us. We had barely fifty men fit for work, and they
had still one hundred and twenty--considerable odds against us.
"Mr Schank, as soon as he saw that the deck was ours, directed one of
the officers to hurry down into the cabin and secure the private signals,
and ordered me, at the same time, to go with a couple of marines to
take charge of the magazine, for one never knows what desperate
fellows may do when they have lost their ship, and some mad chap or

other might have set fire to it, and blown us and themselves up into the
air. Such things have been done before now.
"The next thing we did was to carry the wounded below. Our own
people and the enemy's were treated alike. Poor fellows! How some of
them did groan when they were lifted up. Next, an order was given to
heave the dead overboard, `And look out, lads, that you don't send any
with the breath in their bodies to feed the sharks,' said the
First-Lieutenant. The caution did not come too soon. Two men, one of
whom was Paddy Brady, were about shoving a big Frenchman through
a port, when the poor fellow uttered a groan. `What is that you say,
monsieur? Just speak again. Are you alive or dead?' exclaimed Brady.
No answer was returned, and Paddy began to drag the dead body nearer
the port. Again a groan, considerably louder than the first was heard.
`Arrah, now,' said Paddy, `I wish you would just make up your mind
whether it is overboard you would wish to go, or be carried below.
Speak, man; I ax ye again for the last time: are ye alive or dead?'
"The Frenchman, maybe, might not have understood exactly what
Brady was saying, but he must have had a pretty horrible idea that he
was about to be sent overboard. This time he not only groaned, but
uttered some words, and endeavoured to drag himself along the deck.
`Arrah, now, that's like a dacent, sinsible man,' observed Pat. `Anyhow,
you deserve to have your hurts looked to, and so we will carry him
below, Jim.'"
The truth was that the man had been only slightly wounded, and
afterwards stunned by a blow. Had he not come to himself at that
moment, his career would undoubtedly have been finished. Hands were
now sent aloft, the studden-sails hauled down, and the brig brought on
a wind. The sweeps, which had all this time remained run out, were
taken in-board, and the boats were veered astern.
"We now stood in the direction we hoped to find the frigate, hoisting
two lights at the mast-head, firing guns, and burning blue lights to show
our position. It was an anxious time, however, and we had to keep a
very watchful eye on the Frenchmen. They evidently were hatching
mischief, for they must have known as well as we did that the frigate

was still a long way off, and that if they could overcome us they might
yet get away with their brig. She was called the `Loup' (the Wolf), and
a wolf she had proved herself among our merchantmen. I had been
relieved at my station at the magazine, when Pat Brady came up to me.
`Burton,' he said, `I wish you would just take a look at the wounded
prisoners. There is one of them whom I thought dead, and there he is,
sitting up and talking away as if there was nothing the matter with him.
I cannot understand his lingo, but, by the way he moves his arms about,
I think he means mischief!'
"I went below with Brady, and there, sure enough, was the man he had
so nearly thrown overboard, apparently very little the worse for his hurt,
and evidently, as it appeared to me, trying to persuade his countrymen
to do something or other which he had proposed. Sentries had been
placed over the other prisoners, of course, but desperate men might
soon have overpowered them, especially if the prisoners knew that
there would be a little diversion in their favour.
"Hurrying on deck, I reported what we had seen to Mr Schank, who
immediately ordered the man to be brought on deck, and as his wound