It would have been well for some of them if they had.

That hope died as they turned inside the Pecheresse rock and came sweeping down towards Eperquerie landing.
We could see them better now, and estimate our chances.

Three of the boats were of large size, holding ten to twelve men each, and carrying a small carronade in the bows.

The others held six to eight, and they were all as evil and scowling a set as ever I set eyes on.
"They will try here," said Amice Le Couteur.

"I will warn them once not to land, then do you be ready to fire.