The little "Dolphin," a gunboat of not fifteen hundred tons displacement, which was keeping guard close in shore, began to use her guns.

A battery near the channel returned the fire, but the plucky little craft maintained her position, and from the series of rapid reports coming from her four-inch breechloaders and six-pounders, it was evident she had something important on hand.
The "Yankee" was signalled to run in to her assistance, but before we could reach a position, the "Dolphin" had accomplished her task.

It was not until then that we discovered what she had been doing.
"May I never see home again if the gunboat hasn't corralled a railway train in a cut!" exclaimed "Patt." "Just look there, fellows.

See that ridge of earth on the other side of the channel?
Just under it is a track running into a cut and--" "The 'Dolphin' has closed up both ends," interrupted "Stump," with a laugh.

"She's knocked down a pile of earth and debris on the track and the, train can't get out.