Chapter Five<strong>The</strong> Tyrannicide, flying <strong>the</strong> pine-tree flag <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Massachusetts Navy, was <strong>the</strong> first warship to engage <strong>the</strong> enemy. She came from <strong>the</strong> west, sliding before<strong>the</strong> freshening wind towards <strong>the</strong> harbor's narrow entrance. To <strong>the</strong> men watching from <strong>the</strong> shore it seemed she was determined to force that entrance bysailing into <strong>the</strong> small gap between HMS Nautilus and <strong>the</strong> battery on Cross Island, but <strong>the</strong>n she swung to port so that she sailed northwards, parallel with<strong>the</strong> British sloops. Her forrard starboard gun opened <strong>the</strong> battle. <strong>The</strong> Tyrannicide was armed with six-pounders, seven in each broadside, and her first gunshrouded <strong>the</strong> brig in thick smoke. <strong>The</strong> ball struck <strong>the</strong> sea a hundred yards short <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Nautilus, bounced <strong>of</strong>f a small wave, bounced a second time, and<strong>the</strong>n sank just as <strong>the</strong> whole British line disappeared behind its own smoke as Captain Mowat's ships took up <strong>the</strong> challenge. <strong>The</strong> Hampden, <strong>the</strong> big shipfrom New Hampshire, was next into action, her nine-pounders firing into <strong>the</strong> British smoke. All that Captain Salter <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Hampden could see <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> threeenemy sloops were <strong>the</strong>ir topmasts above <strong>the</strong> cloud. "Batter <strong>the</strong>m, boys!" he called cheerfully to his gunners.<strong>The</strong> wind was brisk enough to shift <strong>the</strong> smoke quickly. Titus Salter watched as <strong>the</strong> North reappeared from <strong>the</strong> smoke cloud, <strong>the</strong>n ano<strong>the</strong>r stab <strong>of</strong> brightflame flashed from one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> British sloop's gunports and he heard <strong>the</strong> crash as her round shot struck <strong>the</strong> Tyrannicide ahead, <strong>the</strong>n his view was againobscured by <strong>the</strong> gray, acrid smoke <strong>of</strong> his own guns. "Reload!" a man bellowed. <strong>The</strong> Hampden sailed out <strong>of</strong> her smoke and Captain Salter cupped hishands and shouted. "Hold your fire! Hold it!" A British round shot screamed close overhead, smacking a hole through <strong>the</strong> Hampden's mizzen sail. "Holdyour damned fire!" Salter bellowed angrily.A brig had suddenly appeared on <strong>the</strong> Hampden's starboard quarter. She was a much smaller vessel, armed with fourteen six-pounders, and herskipper, instead <strong>of</strong> following <strong>the</strong> New Hampshire ship, was now overtaking her and so putting his ship between <strong>the</strong> Hampden's guns and <strong>the</strong> Britishsloops. "Damned fool," Salter growled. "Wait till she's clear!" he called to his gunners<strong>The</strong> brig, flying <strong>the</strong> pine-tree ensign <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Massachusetts Navy, was <strong>the</strong> Hazard, and her captain was vomiting from a stomach upset so her firstlieutenant, George Little, was commanding her. He was oblivious to <strong>the</strong> Hampden, concerned only with taking his ship as close to <strong>the</strong> enemy as he couldand <strong>the</strong>n pounding <strong>the</strong> sloops with his seven-gun broadside. He wished <strong>the</strong> commodore had ordered a proper assault, an attack straight into <strong>the</strong> harbormouth, but if he was ordered to restrict himself to a bombardment <strong>the</strong>n he wanted his guns to do real damage. "Kill <strong>the</strong> bastards!" he shouted at hisgunners. Little was in his early twenties, a fisherman turned naval <strong>of</strong>ficer, a man <strong>of</strong> passion, a patriot, and he ordered his sheets released so that <strong>the</strong>power went from his sails and <strong>the</strong> Hazard slowed in <strong>the</strong> water to give her gunners a more stable platform. "Fire, you bastards!" He gazed at <strong>the</strong> smokecloud shrouding <strong>the</strong> British ship Nautilus and saw it infused with a red glow as a gun fired. <strong>The</strong> ball struck <strong>the</strong> Hazard low by <strong>the</strong> waterline, shuddering <strong>the</strong>hull. <strong>The</strong> ship shook again as her own guns fired, <strong>the</strong> noise seeming to fill <strong>the</strong> universe. "Where <strong>the</strong> devil is <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren?" Little protested."He's holding her back, sir," <strong>the</strong> helmsman answered."For what?"<strong>The</strong> helmsman shrugged. <strong>The</strong> gunners on <strong>the</strong> nearest six-pounder were swabbing out <strong>the</strong> barrel, propelling a jet <strong>of</strong> steam through <strong>the</strong> touchhole thatreminded Little <strong>of</strong> a whale spouting. "Cover that touchhole!" he screamed at <strong>the</strong>m. <strong>The</strong> rush <strong>of</strong> air caused by a thrust swab could easily ignite powderresidue and explode <strong>the</strong> rammer back into <strong>the</strong> gunner's guts. "Use your thumb-stall, man," he snarled at <strong>the</strong> gunner, "and block <strong>the</strong> touchhole when youswab!" He watched approvingly as <strong>the</strong> charge, wadding, and shot were thrust efficiently down <strong>the</strong> cleared gun, <strong>the</strong>n as <strong>the</strong> train-tackle ropes were hauledand <strong>the</strong> cannon run out. <strong>The</strong> wheels rumbled on <strong>the</strong> deck, <strong>the</strong> crew stepped aside, <strong>the</strong> gunner touched his linstock to <strong>the</strong> powder-filled quill and <strong>the</strong> gunbelched its anger and smoke. Little was certain he heard <strong>the</strong> satisfying crunch <strong>of</strong> a shot striking home on <strong>the</strong> enemy. "That's <strong>the</strong> way, boys!" he shouted,"that's <strong>the</strong> only message <strong>the</strong> bastards understand! Kill <strong>the</strong>m!" He could not keep still. He was shifting his weight from foot to foot, fidgeting, as if all hisenergy was frustrated by his inability to get closer to <strong>the</strong> hated enemy.Captain Salter had now edged <strong>the</strong> Hampden ahead <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Hazard again. Earlier in <strong>the</strong> afternoon <strong>the</strong> commodore had toured <strong>the</strong> anchored fleet in <strong>the</strong>fast schooner Rover to shout his instructions to <strong>the</strong> captains who would engage <strong>the</strong> British. Aim for <strong>the</strong>ir anchor rodes, he had ordered, and Salter wasdoing his best to obey. His guns were loaded with bar and chain shot, both designed to slash rigging and, though he doubted his gunners' accuracy in <strong>the</strong>smoke-shrouded afternoon, Salter understood what Saltonstall wanted. <strong>The</strong> three British sloops were held fore and aft by anchors to which springlineswere attached, and by tightening or loosening <strong>the</strong> springs <strong>the</strong>y could adjust <strong>the</strong>ir hulls to <strong>the</strong> wind or current and so keep <strong>the</strong>ir wall-like alignment across<strong>the</strong> harbor mouth. If a spring or an anchor-line could be severed <strong>the</strong>n one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> enemy ships would swing like an opening gate, leaving a massive holeinto which a rebel ship could sail to rake <strong>the</strong> sloops.<strong>The</strong> chain shot was two halves <strong>of</strong> a cannon-ball joined by a thick length <strong>of</strong> chain. When <strong>the</strong> shot flew it made a sudden sighing noise, like a scy<strong>the</strong>. <strong>The</strong>linked half-balls whirled as <strong>the</strong>y flew, but <strong>the</strong>y vanished into <strong>the</strong> smoke fog and Salter, staring hard at <strong>the</strong> mas<strong>the</strong>ads, could see no sign that <strong>the</strong> scythingchains were severing any lines. Instead <strong>the</strong> British gunners were returning <strong>the</strong> fire fast, keeping <strong>the</strong> smoke constant about <strong>the</strong>ir three hulls, and more fire,heavier fire, was thumping into <strong>the</strong> Hampden from <strong>the</strong> battery on Cross Island. <strong>The</strong> high bluff <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> peninsula was also wrea<strong>the</strong>d in yellow-gray smoke as<strong>the</strong> smaller battery on Dyce's Head joined in <strong>the</strong> fight.<strong>The</strong> tide was flooding, drawing <strong>the</strong> ships closer to <strong>the</strong> harbor mouth, and Salter ordered his sheets tightened so that <strong>the</strong> Hampden could sail away fromany danger <strong>of</strong> going aground. <strong>The</strong> Continental brig Diligent, with its puny three-pounders, sailed into <strong>the</strong> smoke cloud left by <strong>the</strong> Hampden and her smallbroadside spat towards <strong>the</strong> enemy. <strong>The</strong> Hazard, realizing <strong>the</strong> same danger <strong>of</strong> grounding, had ga<strong>the</strong>red way and now crossed close behind Salter's stern."Where <strong>the</strong> devil is <strong>the</strong> <strong>War</strong>ren?" Lieutenant Little shouted across at Salter."Anchored still!" Salter called back."She's got eighteen-pounders! Why <strong>the</strong> devil isn't she battering <strong>the</strong>'?"Salter did not hear <strong>the</strong> last word because a six-pounder ball, fired from Dyce's Head, smacked into his deck and gouged long splinters from <strong>the</strong> planksbefore vanishing <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> portside. By a miracle no one was hurt. Two more ships were now following <strong>the</strong> Diligent into <strong>the</strong> smoke, <strong>the</strong>ir guns spitting fireand iron at <strong>the</strong> king's sloops. <strong>The</strong> noise was constant, a ceaseless ear-pounding percussion. Lieutenant Little was still shouting, but <strong>the</strong> Hazard haddrawn away and Salter could not hear him over <strong>the</strong> sky-filling noise. A ball screamed overhead and Salter, looking up, was surprised to see a second holein his mizzen sail. Ano<strong>the</strong>r round shot cracked into <strong>the</strong> hull, shaking <strong>the</strong> big ship, and he listened for a scream, relieved when none sounded. <strong>The</strong> shiftingsmoke that hid <strong>the</strong> three British sloops was being constantly lit by gunflashes so that <strong>the</strong> gray cloud would glow for an instant, fade, <strong>the</strong>n glow again. Glowafter glow, relentless, flickering along <strong>the</strong> line <strong>of</strong> smoke, sometimes melding to a brighter red as two or three or four flames flared at once, and Salterrecognized <strong>the</strong> skill that lay behind <strong>the</strong> frequency <strong>of</strong> those flashes. <strong>The</strong> gunners were fast. Mowat, he thought grimly, had trained his men well. "Maybe <strong>the</strong>bastards will run out <strong>of</strong> ammunition," he said to no one in particular, and <strong>the</strong>n, as his ship turned west beneath Dyce's Head, he looked up to see redcoatsamong <strong>the</strong> trees on <strong>the</strong> high bluff. A puff <strong>of</strong> smoke lingered <strong>the</strong>re, and Salter assumed a musket had been fired at his ship, but where <strong>the</strong> ball went he hadno idea. Two more gouts <strong>of</strong> smoke showed among <strong>the</strong> trees, and <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> Hampden was in open water, running down towards <strong>the</strong> anchored transports,and Salter wore ship to take <strong>the</strong> Hampden around again.<strong>The</strong> Hazard's carpenter, his trousers soaked to <strong>the</strong> waist, appeared from <strong>the</strong> after-hatch. "We took a shot just under <strong>the</strong> waterline," he reported toLieutenant Little."How bad?""Nasty enough. Broke a pair <strong>of</strong> strakes. Reckon you'll need both pumps.""Plug it," Little said."It killed a rat too," <strong>the</strong> carpenter said, evidently amused.
"Plug it!" Little shouted at <strong>the</strong> man, "because we're going around again. Double-shot <strong>the</strong> guns!" He called <strong>the</strong> last command down <strong>the</strong> deck, <strong>the</strong>n turnedan angry face on <strong>the</strong> helmsman. "I want to get closer next time!""<strong>The</strong>re are rocks <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> entrance," <strong>the</strong> helmsman warned."Closer, I said!""Aye aye, sir, closer it is, sir," <strong>the</strong> helmsman said. He knew better than to argue, just as he knew better than to steer <strong>the</strong> ship any closer to Cross Islandthan he already had. He shifted a wad <strong>of</strong> tobacco in his mouth and spun <strong>the</strong> wheel to take <strong>the</strong> brig back southwards. A British round shot whipped justforrard <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Hazard's jib-boom, skipped <strong>of</strong>f a small wave, and finally splashed and sank a couple <strong>of</strong> hundred paces short <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> anchored <strong>War</strong>ren.Lieutenant John Moore watched from <strong>the</strong> height <strong>of</strong> Dyce's Head. <strong>The</strong> battle seemed very slow to him. <strong>The</strong> wind was brisk, yet <strong>the</strong> ships seemed to crawlacross <strong>the</strong> smoke-shrouded water. <strong>The</strong> guns jetted smoke in huge billows through which <strong>the</strong> big ships moved with a stately grace. <strong>The</strong> noise wasfearsome. At any one moment thirty or forty guns were being served and <strong>the</strong>ir reports elided into a rolling concussion louder and more prolonged than anythunder. <strong>The</strong> flames made <strong>the</strong> smoke momentarily lurid and Moore was suddenly besieged by <strong>the</strong> thought that hell itself would appear thus, yet for all <strong>the</strong>sound and fury <strong>the</strong>re seemed to be little damage on ei<strong>the</strong>r side. Mowat's three ships were immovable, <strong>the</strong>ir broadsides undiminished by <strong>the</strong> enemy fire,while <strong>the</strong> American ships sailed serenely through <strong>the</strong> splashes <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> British bombardment. Some balls struck <strong>the</strong>ir targets; Moore distinctly heard <strong>the</strong>crash <strong>of</strong> splintering timber, yet he saw no evidence <strong>of</strong> damage and <strong>the</strong> scrubbed decks <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> enemy ships appeared unstained by blood.One enemy ship, larger than <strong>the</strong> rest, sailed close beneath Dyce's Head and Moore allowed his men to shoot <strong>the</strong>ir muskets down onto <strong>the</strong> enemy,though he knew <strong>the</strong> range was extreme and <strong>the</strong>ir hopes <strong>of</strong> hitting anything o<strong>the</strong>r than water were slim to nothing. He distinctly saw a man on <strong>the</strong> ship'safterdeck turn and gaze up at <strong>the</strong> bluff and Moore had <strong>the</strong> absurd instinct to wave at him. He checked himself. A sudden gust <strong>of</strong> stronger wind cleared <strong>the</strong>smoke from about <strong>the</strong> three Royal Navy sloops and Moore could see no injury to <strong>the</strong>ir hulls, while <strong>the</strong>ir masts still stood and <strong>the</strong>ir flags yet flew. A gun firedfrom <strong>the</strong> Albany and, just before <strong>the</strong> smoke obscured <strong>the</strong> ship again, Moore saw <strong>the</strong> water ahead <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> gunport flatten and flee outwards in a fan pattern.Nine enemy ships were attacking Mowat's line, yet, to Moore's surprise, none tried to break that line. Instead <strong>the</strong>y were circling and taking turns tohammer <strong>the</strong>ir broadsides at <strong>the</strong> sloops. Just behind Mowat's sloops, and anchored in a similar line, were <strong>the</strong> three big transport ships that had helpedcarry McLean's men to Majabigwaduce. <strong>The</strong>ir crews leaned on <strong>the</strong>ir gunwales and watched <strong>the</strong> cannon smoke. Some enemy round shot, passingbetween <strong>the</strong> sloops, crashed into <strong>the</strong> transports, whose job was to wait and see if any American ship succeeded in breaking through Mowat's line, <strong>the</strong>nattempt to entangle that ship, but no enemy appeared willing to sail straight through <strong>the</strong> harbor mouth.Lieutenant George Little wanted to sail into <strong>the</strong> harbor, but his orders were to stay west <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> entrance and so he circled <strong>the</strong> Hazard, her sails banginglike cannon-fire as he wore ship, <strong>the</strong>n ran <strong>the</strong> small brig straight towards Cross Island. A cannon-ball, fired from <strong>the</strong> island's battery, screamed down <strong>the</strong>deck, just missing <strong>the</strong> helmsman. "Waste <strong>of</strong> damned powder," Little grumbled. "Keep her steady.""Rock ledges ahead, sir.""Damn <strong>the</strong> ledges, damn you and damn <strong>the</strong> British. Get closer!"<strong>The</strong> helmsman spun <strong>the</strong> wheel anyway, trying to take <strong>the</strong> Hazard north so her broadside could spit iron and defiance at <strong>the</strong> British sloops, but Littleseized <strong>the</strong> wheel and turned it back. "Get closer, I said!""Sweet Jesus Christ," <strong>the</strong> helmsman said, surrendering <strong>the</strong> wheel.Ano<strong>the</strong>r round shot, heavy by its sound, smashed into <strong>the</strong> Hazard's bows, <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> ship shuddered and <strong>the</strong>re was a grating sound as her hull struck asubmerged rock. Little grimaced, <strong>the</strong>n turned <strong>the</strong> wheel and <strong>the</strong> Hazard hesitated. <strong>The</strong> grinding noise continued deep below, but <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> brig lurched andloosed herself from <strong>the</strong> rock and settled on her new course. "Hands to <strong>the</strong> pumps!" Little called. "And gunners! Aim well!" <strong>The</strong> guns crashed back against<strong>the</strong>ir breech ropes and <strong>the</strong> smoke blossomed, and a British ball struck <strong>the</strong> belaying pins aft <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> forward mast and splintered <strong>the</strong>m, and Little wasbellowing at his gunners to reload.High on <strong>the</strong> bluff Moore watched <strong>the</strong> small brig. For a moment he thought its captain intended to ram <strong>the</strong> Nautilus, but <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> brig turned to sail into <strong>the</strong>smoke left by <strong>the</strong> guns <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Black Prince, a big privateer. <strong>The</strong> brig spat its fire and iron. "A brave little ship," Moore said."He gets any closer and he'll be selling his hull for firewood, sir," Sergeant McClure said.Moore watched <strong>the</strong> Hazard sail down <strong>the</strong> line. He saw round shot strike her hull, but her rate <strong>of</strong> fire never diminished. She turned west beneath him andMoore saw her gunners reloading. "A terrier, that one," he said."But we're not rats, sir, are we?""We are not rats, Sergeant," Moore said, amused. Pearce Fenistone's small guns just behind <strong>the</strong> picquet fired, <strong>the</strong>ir balls slashing down at <strong>the</strong> enemyships and <strong>the</strong>ir smoke filling <strong>the</strong> trees. <strong>The</strong> sun was low in <strong>the</strong> west now and made <strong>the</strong> smoke glow."Captain Campbell coming, sir," McClure muttered in a low warning to Moore.Moore turned to see <strong>the</strong> tall, kilted figure <strong>of</strong> Captain Archibald Campbell approaching from <strong>the</strong> north. Campbell, a highlander <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> 74th, commandedall <strong>the</strong> picquets on <strong>the</strong> bluff. "Moore," he greeted <strong>the</strong> Lieutenant, "I think <strong>the</strong> Yankees plan to inconvenience us.""It's why <strong>the</strong>y came, sir," Moore replied happily.Campbell blinked at <strong>the</strong> younger man as if suspecting he was being mocked. He flinched as <strong>the</strong> nearest cannon recoiled, its noise huge among <strong>the</strong>trees. <strong>The</strong> three guns' breech ropes had been seized to <strong>the</strong> pine trees and every shot provoked a rain <strong>of</strong> needles and cones. "Come and look," Campbellordered, and Moore followed <strong>the</strong> lanky highlander back along <strong>the</strong> bluff's top to a place where a gap in <strong>the</strong> trees <strong>of</strong>fered a view <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wider bay.<strong>The</strong> enemy's transport ships were anchored in <strong>the</strong> bay, which was being whipped into white scudding waves by <strong>the</strong> brisk wind. <strong>The</strong> gaggle <strong>of</strong> ships waswell out <strong>of</strong> range <strong>of</strong> any cannon McLean might have positioned on <strong>the</strong> high ground. "See?" Campbell pointed at <strong>the</strong> fleet, and Moore, shading his eyesagainst <strong>the</strong> setting sun, saw longboats nestling against <strong>the</strong> hulls <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> transports.Moore took a small telescope from a pocket and opened its tubes. It took a moment to train and focus <strong>the</strong> glass, <strong>the</strong>n he saw men in green coatsclambering down into one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> longboats. "I do believe," he said, still gazing at <strong>the</strong> sight, "that <strong>the</strong>y plan to call on us.""I don't have a glass," Campbell said resentfully.Moore took <strong>the</strong> hint and <strong>of</strong>fered <strong>the</strong> glass to <strong>the</strong> captain who took an age to adjust <strong>the</strong> lenses. Campbell, like Moore, saw <strong>the</strong> men filling <strong>the</strong> small boats.He saw too that <strong>the</strong>y were carrying muskets. "You think <strong>the</strong>y'll attack us?" he asked, sounding surprised at such a thought."I think we'd best assume so," Moore suggested. It was possible that <strong>the</strong> men were being redistributed among <strong>the</strong> transport ships, but why do that now?It seemed far more likely that <strong>the</strong> Americans planned a landing."Bring your fellows here," Campbell ordered.venturing close to<strong>the</strong> harbor mouth. Two <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> attacking ships had already sailed out <strong>of</strong> range and dropped <strong>the</strong>ir anchors. Moore brought his men to join <strong>the</strong> rest <strong>of</strong>Campbell's picquets just as <strong>the</strong> longboats left <strong>the</strong> shelter <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> transports' hulls and pulled towards <strong>the</strong> shore. <strong>The</strong> sun was very low now, dazzling <strong>the</strong>redcoats among <strong>the</strong> bluff's trees. "<strong>The</strong>y're coming!" Captain Campbell sounded astonished."Are <strong>the</strong> men's muskets loaded, Sergeant?" Moore asked McClure."Aye, sir.""Leave <strong>the</strong> muskets uncocked," Moore ordered. He did not want a shot wasted by a careless man accidentally pulling <strong>the</strong> trigger."Ensign Campbell, John Campbell!" Captain Campbell shouted, "run back to <strong>the</strong> fort and tell <strong>the</strong> brigadier <strong>the</strong> rascals are coming!"<strong>The</strong> kilted ensign left and Moore watched <strong>the</strong> approaching boats, noting that <strong>the</strong>y were having a hard time in <strong>the</strong> rising wind. <strong>The</strong> bay's waves wereshort and sharp, smacking hard against <strong>the</strong> big rowboats to smo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong>ir oarsmen and passengers with spray."McLean had best send reinforcements," Campbell said nervously."We can see those fellows <strong>of</strong>f," Moore responded, surprised at how confident he felt. <strong>The</strong>re were some eighty redcoats on <strong>the</strong> bluff and <strong>the</strong> enemy, heguessed, numbered at least two hundred men, but those two hundred had to clamber up <strong>the</strong> bluff and <strong>the</strong> first fifty or sixty feet were so steep that no mancould climb and use a musket at <strong>the</strong> same time. After that <strong>the</strong> slope flattened somewhat, but it was still precipitous, and <strong>the</strong> redcoats, positioned at <strong>the</strong>summit, could fire down at men struggling up <strong>the</strong> hill. A last flurry <strong>of</strong> cannon-fire sounded from <strong>the</strong> south, <strong>the</strong> thunder echoing briefly, and Moore, withoutasking for orders from Campbell, leaped a few paces down <strong>the</strong> upper slope to a place where he could see <strong>the</strong> attackers more clearly."We'll wait for <strong>the</strong> brigadier's reinforcements," Campbell called reprovingly."Of course, sir," Moore said, hiding his disdain for <strong>the</strong> tall highlander. Campbell had sent <strong>the</strong> ensign back to <strong>the</strong> fort, but that was a journey <strong>of</strong> almostthree quarters <strong>of</strong> a mile, much <strong>of</strong> it through tangling undergrowth, and McLean's reinforcements had to make <strong>the</strong> same journey back. By <strong>the</strong> time <strong>the</strong>yarrived <strong>the</strong> Yankees would long have landed. If <strong>the</strong> Americans were to be stopped <strong>the</strong>n Campbell's men must do <strong>the</strong> job, but Moore sensed hiscommander's nervousness. "Bring <strong>the</strong> men down here, Sergeant," he called to McClure and, ignoring Archibald Campbell's plaintive inquiry as to what hethought he was doing, led McClure and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r Hamiltons north along <strong>the</strong> bluff's shoulder. <strong>The</strong>y were at <strong>the</strong> place where <strong>the</strong> easier upper slope ended,
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Chapter TwelveAnd, suddenly, there
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need men willing to make that attac
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Chapter ThirteenA Royal Marine at t
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Historical NoteThe Penobscot Expedi
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About the AuthorBERNARD CORNWELL, "
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