Nothing, however, happened to hinder our progress over the glass-smooth surface of the water, and in the course of about twenty minutes we reached the opening between the two headlands, and found ourselves in the mouth of a small, practically land-locked cove of some twenty acres in area, with our friend the brigantine in the very centre of it, with four anchors down--two ahead and two astern--with boarding nettings triced up, ports open, guns run out--eight long 12-pounders in each battery--and her starboard broadside bearing full upon the entrance!
