Do what you will with us; we are your prisoners." The British tars handled their captives without ceremony, and hurried them at once on board the man-of-war and presented them before its impatient commander.
Not a little surprised at the grotesque appearance of the prisoners, he exclaimed in astonishment, "Who and what are you ?" "I am a Yankee boy, the captain of the Fairport Guard," said Blair frankly.

"We had been parading, when your signal for a pilot called me too suddenly away for me to have time to lay aside this dress, _this coat_ which my grandfather wore at _Bunker Hill_." A strong emphasis was laid on the last word of the sentence.
"You young rascal!" exclaimed the commander.

"And who is this Tom-fool of a companion ?" "It is my friend, and one of our company.

He would not see me risking my life on the water while he stood on the shore.

Would that we had many such 'Tom-fools,' with brave, strong hearts like his." As Blair spoke, he took off his official cap and left his noble young head bare.