"Now for Goliath's twenty-pounders!" But no flame and thunder issued from the guns aboard the stranger.
Instead, from her deck there came to us what sounded mightily like a roar of laughter.

Suddenly, from each masthead and yard shot out streamers of red and blue, up from the poop rose and flaunted in the wind the crosses of St.George and St.Andrew, and with a crash trumpet, drum, and fife rushed into "Here's to jolly good ale and old!" "By the Lord, she's English!" shouted the Governor.
On she came, banners flying, music playing, and inextinguishable laughter rising from her decks.

The Tiger, the Truelove, and the Due Return sent no more hailstones against her; they turned and resolved themselves into her consort.

The watch, a grim old sea dog that had come in with Dale, swung himself down from his post, and came toward the Governor at a run.

"I know her now, sir!" he shouted.