"Look," said he to his chief officer, as he handed him a glass; "do you not notice that his broadside guns are still unleashed? He thinks he can take us by firing his bow-chaser. What foolishness! Nothing would be easier than for us to bear away before the wind and run under his broadside." Nearly every ounce of canvas on the _Providence_ had been flung to the breeze. Still the _Solebay_ drew closer. "He should know who we are before we leave him," declared Paul Jones, with a grim smile. He uttered a quick order. The next moment the American colors fluttered out at the masthead. To their surprise the _Solebay_ acknowledged the courtesy by also running up the American emblem. "He cannot deceive us by that," said Paul Jones. "His lines tell me as plain as day he is British. But wait; I shall show him something in a moment!" He called out to the man at the wheel: "Give her a good full, Quartermaster!" "A good full, sir!" came back the instant acknowledgment. Paul Jones then ordered the studding-sails set. The next moment the helm was put about, and before the astonished crew on the _Solebay_ knew what was happening, the American sloop ran directly under his broadside, and went off dead before the wind. The British frigate came about in haste and confusion. But by the time she was under headway again, the American ship was far off, her newly-trimmed studding-sails bellying to the breeze and gaining speed at every leap and bound. Needless to say, the _Solebay_ was now out of the running, a very crestfallen enemy. Such clever maneuvering her commander had never witnessed before. Three weeks later the _Providence_ was saucily threading northern waters. One day, off Cape Sable, Wannashego and several others of the sailors asked permission to try to catch some of the splendid fish which abounded in those cold waters. As they had been on salt provisions for a long while, Paul Jones readily consented, and the ship was hoved to. The men got out their lines, and soon began to haul in some fine specimens of the finny tribe. While they fished, a sharp lookout was kept for danger from the British. It was well this was done, apparently, for presently a sail was made out to windward of them. At once the fishing stopped, the _Providence_ set some of her light sails, and the anchor was hauled in. As the stranger approached, Paul Jones convinced himself that she was no such sailer as the _Solebay_, and making sure a little later that she was a British warship he determined to amuse himself with her. He communicated his plans to his officers, and patiently waited for the frigate, which turned out to be His Majesty's ship, the _Milford_.