FACING PAGE The guns broke loose _Frontispiece_ “Hooray for Cap’n Paul Jones!” 23 The Ranger and the Drake 43 “Haul away! Yo ho, boys!” 50 At the first discharge two of the guns burst 93 Battle of the Bonhomme Richard and the Serapis 102 Paul Jones and Franklin at the Court of Louis XVI 147 Paul Jones 162 PAUL JONES. [Illustration: Squadron under sail] CHAPTER I. On a bright day in January, 1776, a lithe, handsome young man, wearing the uniform of a lieutenant in the Continental navy, stood on the dock at Philadelphia gazing keenly down the river. His eyes were peculiarly black and beautiful, and had an expression of command in them that is seldom absent from those of a man born to lead other men. His figure was slight, and he was not above medium height; but he was both graceful and muscular. The river was frozen, except a tortuous channel cut through the ice and kept open with difficulty. Innumerable masts and spars made a network against the dull blue of the winter sky, and fringed the docks and wharves; while far down the glittering sea of ice lay a small squadron of five armed vessels, which was the beginning of the glorious navy of the United States. This young lieutenant, Paul Jones by name, looked about for a boat to take him down the river to the squadron; and seeing a ragged, bright-eyed boy about twelve years old sitting in a rickety skiff from which a passenger had just been landed, he called the boy, and, jumping lightly into the boat, said: “Take me to that ship over yonder with ‘Alfred’ painted on her stern.” The boy pulled away with a will, but kept his eyes fixed on Paul Jones’s uniform and the sword which lay across his knee. “Them ships is to fight the British, ain’t they?” he asked presently, jerking his head toward the ships then just collected in the river, whose crews and armaments were yet to be provided. “Yes,” answered Paul Jones, smiling. “If you were a man I would enlist you.” The boy said nothing more, but pulled steadily toward the Alfred. When they reached the side of the ship her decks were heaped with coils of rope, piles of shot, some unmounted guns, and all the litter of a merchant vessel being converted into a man-of-war. But the Alfred, although not built for fighting, was yet a stanch little ship, and when armed and manned had no cause to run away from any vessel of her class.