“He reached there before the arrival of Colonel Woodford—­who, with a hundred Culpepper men, had been sent to protect the people of Hampton—­and sent armed men in boats to burn the town; protecting them by a furious cannonade from the guns of the tenders.

“But they were baffled in the carrying out of their design; being driven off by Virginia riflemen, concealed in the houses.  Excellent marksmen those Virginians were, and picked off so many of the advancing foe that they compelled them to take ignominious flight to their boats and return to the vessels, which then had to withdraw beyond the reach of the rifles to await reinforcements.”

“What is a tender, papa?” asked Grace, as her father paused in his narrative.

“A small vessel that attends on a larger one to convey intelligence and supply stores,” he replied; then went on with his account of Dunmore’s repulse.

“Woodford and his men reached Hampton about daybreak of the succeeding morning.  At sunrise they saw the hostile fleet approaching; it came so near as to be within rifle shot, and Woodford bade his men fire with caution, taking sure aim.  They obeyed and picked off so many from every part of the vessels that the seamen were soon seized with a great terror.  The cannons were silenced,—­the men who worked them being shot down,—­and their commander presently ordered a retreat; but that was difficult to accomplish, for any one seen at the helm, or aloft, adjusting the sails, was sure to become a target for the sharpshooters; in consequence many of the sailors retreated to the holds of the vessels, and when their commander ordered them out on the dangerous duty, refused to obey.

“The victory for the Americans was complete; before the fleet could escape, the Hampton people, with Woodford and his soldiers, had sunk five vessels.”

“And such a victory!” exclaimed Rosie, in an exultant tone.

“Yes,” the captain said, smiling at her enthusiasm.

“Were the houses they fired on the very ones that are there now, papa?” asked Lulu.

“Some few of them,” he replied.  “Nearly all were burned by Magruder in the Civil War; among them St. John’s Episcopal Church, which was built probably about 1700.  Before the Revolution it bore the royal arms carved upon its steeple; but soon after the Declaration of Independence—­so it is said—­that steeple was struck by lightning and those badges of royalty were hurled to the ground.”

“Just as the country was shaking off the yoke they represented,” laughed Rosie.  “A good omen, wasn’t it, Brother Levis?”

“So it would seem, viewed in the light of after events,” he answered with a smile.

“Papa, can’t we visit Hampton?” asked Lulu eagerly.

“Yes, if you would all like to do so,” was the reply, in an indulgent tone and with an inquiring glance at the older members of the party.

Everyone seemed to think it would be a pleasant little excursion, especially as the Dolphin would carry them all the way to the town; but first they must visit the fortress.  They did not, however, set out thither immediately, but remained on deck a little longer gazing about and questioning the captain in regard to the points of interest.