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washed men overboard. But she made repairs and stood bravely after a British convoy which was escorted by the eighteen-gun brig _Frolic_, Captain Thomas Whinyates. The _Frolic_, too, had been battered by the weather, and the cargo ships had been scattered far and wide. The _Wasp_ sighted several of them in the moonlight but, fearing they might be war vessels, followed warily until morning revealed on her leeward side the _Frolic_. Jacob Jones promptly shortened sail, which was the nautical method of rolling up one's sleeves, and steered close to attack. It seemed preposterous to try to fight while the seas were still monstrously swollen and their crests were breaking across the decks of these vessels of less than five hundred tons burden. Wildly they rolled and pitched, burying their bows in the roaring combers. The merchant ships which watched this audacious defiance of wind and wave were having all they could do to avoid being swept or dismasted. Side by side wallowed _Wasp_ and _Frolic_, sixty yards between them, while the cannon rolled their muzzles under water and the gunners were blinded with spray. Britisher and Yank, each crew could hear the hearty cheers of the other as they watched the chance to ply rammer and sponge and fire when the deck lifted clear of the sea. Somehow the _Wasp_ managed to shoot straight and fast. They were of the true webfooted breed in this hard-driven sloop-of-war, but there were no fair-weather mariners aboard the _Frolic_, and they hit the target much too often for comfort. Within ten minutes they had saved Captain Jacob Jones the trouble of handling sail, for they shot away his upper masts and yards and most of his rigging. The _Wasp_ was a wreck aloft but the _Frolic_ had suffered more vitally, for as usual the American gun captains aimed for the deck and hull; and they had been carefully drilled at target practice. The British sailors suffered frightfully from this storm of grape and chain shot, but those who were left alive still fought inflexibly. It looked as though the _Frolic_ might get away, for the masts of the _Wasp_ were in danger of tumbling over the side. With this mischance in mind, Captain Jacob Jones shifted helm and closed in for a hand-to-hand finish. For a few minutes the two ships plunged ahead so near each other that the rammers of the American sailors struck the side of the _Frolic_ as they drove the shot down the throats of their guns. It was literally mu
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