He had left his men in the barrack to sleep off their fatigue and apple jack after their unaccustomed labor in loading the steamer.

He had not so much as posted a sentinel, who might have enabled him to defeat the invaders of the port, even with his diminished force.

If Homer Passford had been on the spot, his faith in the Providence that watched over his holy cause might have been shaken.
"Good morning, Captain Rowly," said Christy cheerfully, as he walked up to the disconsolate captain.

"I hope you are feeling quite well." "Not very well; things are mixed," replied the fat officer, looking down upon the planks of the deck.
"Mixed, are they ?" added Christy.
"I can't see how it all happened," mused the military gentleman.
"How what happened, Captain Rowly ?" inquired Christy.
"All the vessels in the place captured, and carried off!" exclaimed the late commander of the garrison.
"I don't discover the least difficulty in explaining how it all happened.

You were so very obliging as to allow your men to go to sleep in the barrack without even posting a sentinel at the battery.