Up went the anchors and up went the sails of the _Henry_ and the _Sea-Nymph_, and the naval battle between the retired army officer who had almost learned to be a sailor, and the private gentleman from South Carolina, who knew nothing whatever about managing ships, was about to begin.
It was plain to the South Carolinians that the great object of the pirate captain was to get out to sea just as soon as he could, and that he was coming down the river, not because he wished to make an immediate attack upon them, but because he hoped to slip by them and get away.

Of course they could follow him upon the ocean and fight him if their vessels were fast enough, but once out of the river with plenty of sea-room, he would have twenty chances of escape where now he had one.
But Mr.Rhett did not intend that the pirates should play him this little trick; he wanted to fight the dastardly wretches in the river, where they could not get away, and he had no idea of letting them sneak out to sea.

Consequently as the _Royal James_, under full sail, was making her way down the river, keeping as far as possible from her two enemies, Mr.Rhett ordered his ships to bear down upon her so as to cut off her retreat and force her toward the opposite shore of the river.
This manoeuvre was performed with great success.

The two Charles Town sloops sailed so boldly and swiftly toward the _Royal James_ that the latter was obliged to hug the shore, and the first thing the pirates knew they were stuck fast and tight upon a sand bar.

Three minutes afterward the _Henry_ ran upon a sand bar, and there being enough of these obstructions in that river to satisfy any ordinary demand, the _Sea-Nymph_ very soon grounded herself upon another of them.