As it turned out, his doubts and apprehensions were by no means without foundation, for when our antagonist arrived within range of her long 32--I was not mistaken as to that matter--she hauled her wind, and opened fire upon us with it, making very excellent practice, too; although it was not until she had fired six shots at us that any of them actually came near enough to do us any damage, and then the shot only passed through our foresail, making a neat hole in the canvas, but doing no further mischief.
