ful battle went on; for more than an hour the gallant little “Ranger” held her own and poured her well-aimed shots into the haughty man-of-war. Finally the “Drake,” whose crew had sneered at the little “Ranger,” ceased firing, and surrendered to John Paul Jones. It was a fearful conflict, and a grand victory. It carried fear into the English navy, powerful as it was, and when the news of it reached the colonies, where Gen. Washington was fighting so bravely, vast multitudes sent up three cheers for their peerless hero of the sea. The “Drake” lost forty of her crew, and was in a very bad condition. With his prize, Capt. Jones sailed around Ireland, taking other prizes, and finally put into the harbor of Brest in France. On his way there, he met the large French fleet that he had helped to procure for the Colonies. It was on its way to the Delaware, and Jones was hailed as a hero by all her officers and crew. He was a very famous man now—loaded with glory and honors. When
