The reader must remember that in those days matches were unknown and the task of relighting had to be done with the steel, flint and tinder.

Though the contrivance is an awkward one, we cannot help thinking the excuse of the Lieutenant was weak, but the result was a failure on his part to carry out the important work assigned to him.
Captain Jones was a different kind of man.

Although day had fully dawned, he kept his men rowing rapidly.

Reaching the south side of the harbor, he came upon a small fort garrisoned by a few soldiers.

Leaping out of the boat, the American dashed forward, bounded over the walls and captured the sentinels before they knew their danger.