Yet this was no time for such thoughts in the mind of Captain Knox.

The reinforcement from the Molly were on the deck of the East Indiaman.

He could hear the hearty cheer of Derry Duck as he placed himself at their head, and rushed upon the brave Britons.
Derry's impetuous charge was too much for the soldiers, many of them enfeebled by the climate of India, and going home to recruit in their native breezes.

Over the deck swept Derry and his band like a fierce hurricane, which naught can stay or withstand.

A shout of victory went up from the Molly, a shout which Derry's excited men sent back over the water in a deafening reply.