Admiral Howe, unaware that the age of submarine warfare had dawned with this day, stood on Eagle’s quarterdeck, scanning the silver bay for enemies. Two miles away, Putnam preened along the water’s edge shouting, “God curse ’em! That’ll do it for ’em!” Soldiers with block and tackle hoisted Turtle onto a sloop for transport up the Hudson to Fort Washington in hopes of better luck on another day.
