Meanwhile, from the deck of the _Xyphias_, Captain Yetsom, observing the privateer in the act of broaching to, first looked, expecting to see her haul down her colors. But as they continued to fly, he put up his helm to clear the _Xyphias_ from the raking fire that he foresaw would be poured into her from the port battery of the enemy. But so quickly did the _Sea Scourge_ broach to, that the _Xyphias_ could not get away in time, and so she received the enemy’s whole broadside obliquely over her lee bows, with disastrous effect. The roar of the cannon, the crash of falling timbers and the shrieks of the wounded were appalling. Many poor fellows lost their lives and many more their limbs. But now, above all the noise and confusion, the voice of Captain Yetsom rang out clearly and firmly: “Man the starboard guns! Clew up the courses! And so we cross the privateer’s bows, take good aim and pay her well for this!” And before the _Sea Scourge_ could veer round upon her course again, the _Xyphias_ came across her bows. A long line of fire belched forth from the starboard guns, sending iron missiles crashing and tearing into the _Sea Scourge_, and dealing death and destruction everywhere among her crew. Here Justin’s clear and ringing voice was heard high above all others in the cheers that rose heavenward from the deck of the _Xyphias_. Again these cheers were answered with yells of defiance from the deck of the privateer, whose sails now began to fill rapidly, so that she quickly wore round. This brought the ships opposite to each other. And now commenced a murderous exchange of broadsides. Roar followed roar! Crash came upon crash! The shrieks of the wounded on both sides mingled with each other and with the cheers of their unhurt companions. Justin was everywhere—inspiring the brave to still greater deeds of valor, encouraging the faint-hearted till they outrivaled the most heroic, helping all by precept and example, and serving at the guns where men had fallen, until relieved. And now the foremast of the _Sea Scourge_ was seen to totter and fall! While the enemy was encumbered with this wreck, Captain Yetsom set his courses and, shooting ahead, took up a raking position, from which he poured into the _Sea Scourge_ a galling fire of grape and canister. The privateer persistently returned the fire with her bow chasers, and promptly cleared her deck from the wreck of the foremast. Captain Yetsom, seeing that with the indomitable courage of his countrymen she would sink before she would surrender and seeing also that she was manœuvring to get into position again, determined to carry her by the board. He stood off for a short time and gathered his officers and men about him and said: