Until you came into sight this squadron was advancing on Harwich under my command.

You understand?
Well, before it started I had sent word to William of its intention.

In other words, from first to last I designed the whole expedition in his interests.

Had we gone on, by this time half a dozen British frigates would have been upon us." "_My God! And they are here!_" As Captain Barker yelled it out, a broad flame illumined the cabin, and the crash of broken glass and rending timbers mingled with a roar that shook the seas for miles.
And in the light of this thunderous broadside Captain Salt rose slowly, lifted his arms, swayed and dropped forward, striking the table with his brow; then slid down upon the floor, stone-dead.
_VIII--The Galley (in the hold)._ From his second swoon Tristram awoke to find the light of a lantern flashing in his face.
The _Merry Maid's_ flag had scarcely been hauled down before night fell; and almost with its falling, while the men of the other galleys were helping to clear _L'Heureuse's_ decks, they perceived lights twinkling off the mouth of the Thames.
At once concluding that these were the lights of English men-of-war sent to pursue them, they used the utmost dispatch.

Their first concern was to throw the dead overboard and stow the wounded in the hold.