'A mere blockhead, whose Brother has a Borough,' thinks Vernon (himself an Opposition Member, of high-sniffing, angry, not too magnanimous turn);--and withdraws now to his Ships; intimating: 'Do your Problem, then; I have set you down beside it, which was my part of the affair!'-- Let us give the attack of Fort Lazar, and end this sad business.
"Sunday, 16th April, Wentworth, once master of the Uppermost Lake or Harbor (what the Natives call the SURGIDERO, or Anchorage Proper), had disembarked, high up to the right, a good way south of Carthagena; meaning to attack there-from a certain Fort Lazar, which stands on a Hill between Carthagena and him: this Hill and Fort once his, he has Carthagena under his cannon; Carthagena in his pocket, as it were.

'Fort not to be had without batteries,' thinks Wentworth; though the sickly rainy season has set in.

'Batteries?
Scaling-ladders, you mean!' answers Vernon, with undisguised contempt.

For the two are, by this time, almost in open quarrel.

Wentworth starts building batteries, in spite of the rain-deluges; then stops building;--decides to do it by scalade, after all.