Twenty-two heavy round-shot coming in at once upon a little craft like le Feu-Follet was a fearful visitation, and the "boldest held their breath for a time" as the iron whirlwind whistled past them.

Still, there was no reason to suspect the character of the felucca, and the confident manner in which she came down toward the lugger, though considerably in-shore of her, gave reason to believe that she at least was ignorant that le Feu-Follet was an enemy.

"And Mr. Follet is very brave, A lighter player than the rest, He got struck severe at the fair grounds, For which he took a rest.

Le Feu-Follet had been a favourite book of his boyhood.