The _Wasp_ was more or less of a tangle aloft but her hull was sound and only five of her men had been killed and five wounded.

No sailors could have fought more bravely than Captain Whinyates and his British crew, but they had been overwhelmed in three-quarters of an hour by greater skill, coolness, and judgment.
No sea battle of the war was more brilliant than this, but Captain Jacob Jones was delayed in sailing home to receive the plaudits due him.

His prize crew was aboard the _Frolic_, cleaning up the horrid mess and fitting the beaten ship for the voyage to Charleston, and the _Wasp_ was standing by when there loomed in sight a towering three-decker--a British ship of the line--the _Poictiers_.

The _Wasp_ shook out her sails to make a run for it, but they had been cut to ribbons and she was soon overhauled.

Now an eighteen-gun ship could not argue with a majestic seventy-four.