"Did you speak to me, cap'n?"
"If you like; I saw you point your gun at the yellow streak. Aim just there, let us hull her."
The order was passed along the gun deck, and each gunner strove to see that his gun did the most damage.
The great missiles tore cruel holes in the Macedonian's wooden walls, and so rapid was the firing that the Britisher had no chance.
The flag was hauled down, and a ringing cheer from the Americans crowned the victory of that Sunday.
[CHAPTER XXIII.]
THE STORY OF THE FIGHT.
Lieutenant Allen was sent on board the prize.