Some artillery appeared and was planted directly opposite the gate, not three hundred yards distant.

One blast of that battery would, as Helm well knew, level a large part of the stockade.
"S'posin' I hev' a cannon, too, seein' it's the fashion," said Oncle Jazon.

"I can't shoot much, but I might skeer 'em.

This little one'll do me." He set his rifle against the wall and with Beverley's help rolled one of the swivels alongside the guns already in position.
In a few minutes Hamilton returned under the white flag and shouted: "Upon what terms will you surrender ?" "All the honors of war," Helm firmly replied.

"It's that or fight, and I don't care a damn which!" Hamilton half turned away, as if done with the parley, then facing the fort again, said: "Very well, sir, haul down your flag." Helm was dumfounded at this prompt acceptance of his terms.