37/46 One of the Frenchmen, attempting to make his escape down the rigging, was shot by Mr.Pollard, and fell on the poop. But the old quarter-master, as he cried out, "That's he, that's he," and pointed at the other who was coming forward to fire again, received a shot in his mouth, and fell dead. Both the midshipmen then fired at the same time, and the fellow dropped in the top. When they took possession of the prize, they went into the mizzen-top, and found him dead, with one ball through his head, and another through his breast. During that time she had been twice on fire in her fore-chains and in her forecastle. |