Let us but keep them at bay for two months, and the storms of the equinox will do the rest.
When September comes, then come the gales--and indeed they may help us at any time in these treacherous waters.

You mariners of England, you are full of confidence and skill--I am the last to deny it--but the elements have proved stronger than you before this, and may do so again." Corinne listened to all this with a beating heart, and asked of her aunt: "What think you that they will first do--the English, I mean ?" "Probably land and make a camp upon the Isle of Orleans, which has been evacuated.

A camp of some sort they must have, and can make it there without damage to us.

It will make a sort of basis of operations for them; but I think they will be sorely puzzled what to do next.

They cannot get near the city without exposing themselves to a deadly fire which they cannot return--for guns fired low from ships will not even touch our walls or ramparts--and any attempt along the shore by Beauport will be repulsed with heavy loss." "Yet they will do something, I am sure," spoke the girl, beneath her breath; and she was more sure still of this when upon the morrow Colin returned, all aglow with excitement and admiration, whilst the three midshipmen had much ado to restrain their whoops of joy and triumph.
"I never saw such a thing!" cried Colin, his face full of delight and enthusiasm, as he and the midshipmen got Corinne to themselves, and could talk unrestrainedly together; "I feel as though I could never take sides against the English again! If they are all such men as that old sailing master Killick, methinks the French have little chance against them." "Hurrah for old Killick! hurrah for England's sailors!" cried the midshipmen, as wildly excited as Colin himself; and Corinne pressed her hands together, and looked from one to the other, crying: "Oh tell me! what did he do ?" "I'll tell you!" cried Colin.