Britisher and Yank, each crew could hear the hearty cheers of the other as they watched the chance to ply rammer and sponge and fire when the deck lifted clear of the sea.
Somehow the _Wasp_ managed to shoot straight and fast.

They were of the true webfooted breed in this hard-driven sloop-of-war, but there were no fair-weather mariners aboard the _Frolic_, and they hit the target much too often for comfort.

Within ten minutes they had saved Captain Jacob Jones the trouble of handling sail, for they shot away his upper masts and yards and most of his rigging.

The _Wasp_ was a wreck aloft but the _Frolic_ had suffered more vitally, for as usual the American gun captains aimed for the deck and hull; and they had been carefully drilled at target practice.

The British sailors suffered frightfully from this storm of grape and chain shot, but those who were left alive still fought inflexibly.