Our only chance is to anchor under the guns of Saint Jean des Montes; we shall be lucky if we get there in time." The brig came up fast, and was within a mile when the lugger caught the wind; then running along rapidly she held her own until off Saint Jean, when she ran in as close as her draught would permit, and anchored.

Two French privateers were already lying in there, one having dropped anchor only a few minutes before the Trois Freres arrived.
"I expect it was that fellow that the brig was in chase of, and I am not by any means sure that we have done with her, yet.

They are as likely as not to try to cut out one, if not both, of these privateers.

Of course it would look like madness, with the guns of that battery on the height protecting them, but they have done such things so often that one can never say that one is altogether safe from them." The brig stood in until two or three guns in the battery opened fire, when she turned and made out to sea again.
"That means nothing," the captain said.

"Of course she would not attack in daylight.