He caught Tempest's shoulder and held it in an iron grip until young Eagle saw him, and then he, too, reached over and helped to pull the young privateer into the boat. Tempest had lost consciousness, but, as Dacres said, "while there is life there is hope." "Pull hard, you lazy fellows," shouted the English captain. "A few minutes' delay, and one of the bravest men I have known will be dead." The men bent their backs, and the oars dipped the water. Never had boat sped along so fast. Eagle was rubbing Tempest's stomach and chest as he lay in the boat. A loud cheer greeted the little crew as the boat was made fast alongside the _Constitution_, and when Lieutenant John Tempest of the _Lively Bee_, privateer, was lifted on deck, another cheer rent the air. Middie Eagle reported to the captain, and his praise of Dacres was just and generous. "Dang me, captain!" he exclaimed in an off-hand manner, almost forgetting that he was addressing his superior officer, "dang me, but the English captain ordered the men about as though they were English, and the boys obeyed. Only think, a few hours ago we were trying to blow Dacres into kingdom come, and now we are obeying his commands." Captain Hull grasped the Englishman's hand with a vigorous grip. "Thank you, Captain Dacres. If all Englishmen were like you, there would be no need of war, and you would help us sing 'Yankee Doodle,' while we would join in singing 'God Save the King.'" "That is how it ought to be, Captain Hull, and God grant it may come soon. We are one people, even if we do run on different routes." "Ay, ay, there is room for us both, and some day we shall join hands as brothers." While the two captains were talking, the men on deck were rolling Tempest over a barrel to eject the water. The young man was strong and healthy, and was not fated to be drowned that time. A good stiff glass of grog seemed to revive him wonderfully, and after a sleep he awoke just as the good ship _Constitution_, all decked out with bunting, was entering Boston harbor. The bells of King's Chapel and the Old South Church were ringing out merrily, and crowds were gathered on the wharves. For the display of bunting on the war ship betokened victory. The city gave itself up to a joyousness almost unprecedented. There was no time for much preparation, for the _Constitution_ had been sighted only just outside the harbor, but the city did what it could. A signal was fired for the war ship to anchor until a boat could put off for the news. At first Captain Hull was inclined to disregard it. When war had been declared against England, the flags were all hoisted in the city, but at half mast; funeral dirges were played through the streets, and a meeting was held in Faneuil Hall to express mourning and humiliation. Hull remembered this, and chafed at the thought that Boston was the nearest port.