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One morning , about three leagues N.W. of Roscoff , what should he see but a French privateering craft of about fifty tons -LRB- new measurement -RRB- with an English trader in tow -- a London brig , with a cargo of all sorts , that had fallen behind her convoy and been snapped up in mid-channel . Cap'n Dick had the weather-gauge , as well as the legs of the French _ chasse-marée _ . She was about a league to leeward when the morning lifted and he first spied her . By seven o'clock he was close , and by eight had made himself master of her and the prize , with the loss of two men only and four wounded , the Frenchman being short-handed , by reason of the crew he 'd put into the brig to work her into Morlaix . This was first-rate business . To begin with , the brig -LRB- she was called the _ Martha Edwards _ , of London -RRB- would yield a tidy little sum for salvage . The wind being fair for Plymouth , Cap'n Dick sent her into that port -- her own captain and crew working her , of course , and thirty Frenchmen on board in irons .