Commodore Lloyd was the commander of the squadron.

At eight o'clock in the evening he sent four large well-armed launches, each manned by about forty men, to attack the American vessel.
"The moon shone brightly, and Captain Reid, who had noticed the movements of the British and suspecting that their design was to attack him, was getting his vessel under the guns of the castle.

Those guns and his own opened fire at almost the same instant and drove off the launches with heavy loss." "That means a great many men killed, grandma ?" queried little Elsie.
"Yes, dear, a great many of the British; on our side there was one man killed, and a lieutenant was wounded.

But that was not the end of the affair.

At midnight another attack was made with fourteen launches and about five hundred men.
"A terrible fight ensued, but at length the British were driven off with a hundred and twenty killed and one hundred and eighty wounded." "That was a great many," commented the little girl.