mr. amblen went to the pilot house, and rang two bells. dolly responded properly by starting the engine on the reverse, and the schooner alongside began to move away from the wharf, for the stern of the havana pointed out into the bay.
"stop, there! what are you about?" shouted the fat man on the deck of the schooner.
"about going," replied christy.
"these vessels are the property of a citizen of the confederate states, and i command you to stop," yelled the fat man with all the voice he could muster.
"all right," replied christy, as the gong sounded to stop her. "now, mr. flint, cast off the fasts, and let the schooner go astern," he added to the second lieutenant.
"all clear, sir," replied flint a moment later, and after the steamer lost her headway, the vessel 291 continued to back, though the havana was checked by the engine.
the fat man went adrift in the schooner, but christy gave no further attention to him. the steamer was started ahead again; her bow was run alongside of the other vessel at the wharf, and flint proceeded in the same manner as with the first one.
"orderly!" shouted the fat man, evidently addressing the man who had come to the schooner with him, and had retreated to the wharf when the vessel began to move.
"captain rowly!" replied the man, who was doubtless the orderly sergeant of the company.
"go to the barracks and have the men haul the four field pieces over to the wharf," yelled the fat captain.
"all right, little one! have them hauled over by all means," said christy, as the men made fast to the other schooner, and cast off the fasts.
but it was soon evident that the sleepy soldiers had been roused from their slumbers by some other agency than the orderly, though it was not quite possible for them to haul over the four guns, as they happened to be on the forward deck 292 of the havana. but the men were armed with muskets, and were capable of doing a great deal of mischief with them. christy hurried up the men at the fasts, but they had about finished their task.
"all clear, mr. passford," called mr. flint, as the soldiers double-quicked across the railroad to the wharf, upon which there was still a huge pile of bales of cotton.
"back her, mr. amblen," said christy, as he hastened aft to avoid a collision with the other schooner.
but the tide had begun to recede, and had carried the first vessel to a safe distance from the wharf.
the soldiers reached the edge of the wharf, and were probably under the command of the orderly by this time. at any rate they marched farther down the pier, where they could be nearer to the havana as she backed away. then the troops fired a volley at the steamer; but in the darkness they did no serious injury to the party, though two seamen were slightly wounded.
"cast off the fasts!" shouted christy, when he realized that some of his men were in a fair way to 293 be shot down before they could get the two schooners alongside and properly secured for the trip to the bronx, and the order was promptly obeyed. "now, check her, mr. amblen;" and two bells were sounded on the gong, after one to stop her.
the second schooner kept on her course out into the bay to join the first one cast loose; but christy feared that they might get aground, and give them trouble. the seventeen soldiers whom he had counted in their bunks appeared to have been reinforced either by the return of the absent party, or by the civilians in the place, for they presented a more formidable front than the smaller number could make. whatever the number of the defenders of the place, they could harass the expedition while the men were preparing for the final departure.
"with what were those two guns charged, mr. flint?" asked christy.
"with solid shot, sir," replied the second lieutenant.
"open fire on the wharf, and then load with the shrapnel," added christy.
the two guns, which had been placed in proper position for use on the top-gallant forecastle, were 294 aimed by flint himself, and discharged. the report shook the steamer, and christy, who retained his position on the quarter deck, heard a scream of terror, coming from a female, issue from the companion way, at the head of which a seaman had been placed as a sentinel over the officers below.
"what was that, neal?" asked the commander of the expedition.
"it was the scream of a lady, sir, and that is all i know about it," replied the man. "i haven't seen any lady, sir, and i think she must have been asleep so far. the captain tried to come on deck a while ago, but i sent him back, sir."
by this time the two field pieces had been loaded again, and they were discharged. christy watched the effect, and he had the pleasure of seeing the whole troop on the wharf retire behind the great pile of bales of cotton. a random fire was kept up from this defence, but the soldiers were safe behind their impenetrable breastwork. flint continued to fire into it.
at the report of the guns, nearly together, which made the havana shake, and everything on board of her rattle, for she was not built to carry 295 a battery of guns, another scream came forth from the companion way. a moment later, christy saw a female form ascending the stairs. the sentinel placed his cutlass across the passage; but the lieutenant told him to let her come on deck if she desired to do so.
it was light enough for the gallant young officer to see that she was young and fair, though she had evidently dressed herself in great haste. she looked around her with astonishment, perhaps to find that the steamer was no longer at the wharf. the guns on the forecastle were again discharged, and she shrunk back at the sound.
"do not be alarmed, miss," said christy, in his gentlest tones. "but i must say that you will be safer in the cabin than on deck."
"will you please to tell me what has happened, sir, or what is going to happen?" asked the lady; and the listener thought he had never heard a sweeter voice, though he might not have thought so if he had heard it at bonnydale, or anywhere else except in the midst of the din of pealing guns and the rattling of musketry.
"i can tell you what has happened; but as i 296 am not a prophet, i cannot so accurately inform you in regard to what is going to happen," he replied.
"but what has occurred on board of the havana?" she interposed, rather impatiently.
"the havana has been captured by an expedition, of which i have the honor to be in command, from the united states gunboat bronx. just now we are defending ourselves from an attack of the soldiers in the place. as to the future, miss, i have no reasonable doubt that we shall be able to get the steamer and two schooners we have also captured alongside the bronx, where all the prizes will be subject to the order of her commander. permit me to advise you to retire to the cabin, miss, and later, i shall be happy to give you all the information in my power," said christy, touching his cap to her, and pointing to the companion way.
she accepted the advice, and went down the steps. the young officer had no time then to wonder who and what she was, for he realized that there was little hope of stopping the desultory firing from behind the cotton pile; and perhaps by this time the soldiers realized what had 297 become of their four field pieces, for they knew that the havana had not been armed when they loaded her with cotton.
christy went forward to set the officers at work in picking up the two prizes, and as he stopped to look down into the engine room, he felt his cap knocked off his head, and heard the whizzing of a bullet unpleasantly near his ears. he picked up his cap, and found a bullet hole through the top of it. if it had gone an inch or two lower, mr. flint would have succeeded to the command of the expedition without any ceremonies. though there was no reason for it, this incident seemed to provoke him, for it assured him that he could not pick up his prizes without exposing his men to this nasty firing for some time longer.
it was now light enough for him to make out the situation of the breastwork of cotton, and he saw that it was a long and narrow pile, probably near a siding of the railroad where the bales had been unloaded from the cars. another glance at the surroundings in regard to the point enabled him to make up his mind what to do, and he did not lose a moment in putting his plan into execution. the firing of shot and shrapnel at the cotton 298 pile seemed to produce no adequate effect, and he ordered flint to cease his operations.
"back her, mr. amblen," he added to the pilot. "back her at full speed."
the schooners were doing very well; instead of wandering off into the bay, they had fallen into the channel, and were drifting with the tide. several persons appeared on the deck of each of them, and it was plain that a portion of the crews had been asleep on board of them. while he was observing them, he discovered two boats coming out from behind the point, and making for the two vessels. this movement indicated an attempt to recapture the prizes.
"port the helm, mr. amblen, and circle around till the bow points in the direction of those boats coming out from beyond the point," said christy. "mr. flint, man your guns again at once, and drop some solid shot into those boats."
the havana continued to back till the guns would bear on the boats, and then flint delivered his fire. the headmost of the boats was smashed, and was a wreck on the bay. the other hastened to pick up the crew, and then pulled for the shore with all possible speed, though not till two other 299 boats, apparently filled with soldiers, were discovered approaching the retreating boat.
christy did not wait to dispose of these, but mounted the top-gallant forecastle, and ordered the guns to be loaded with shells. then he waited till the steamer reached a point off the end of the peninsula, when he gave the order to stop and back her. sighting the first gun himself, he directed the man at the lockstring to fire. he waited a moment for the smoke to clear away, and then, with his glass, he saw several forms lying on the wharf by the side of the cotton pile. he had fired so as to rake the rear of this breastwork, and before the soldiers there understood what he was doing. those who had not dropped before the fire were picking up their wounded companions, and retreating with all practicable haste.
it was not necessary to discharge the other gun, and it was swung round and brought to bear on the two boats advancing towards the prizes, the men in which were pulling with the most desperate haste. flint took careful aim this time, and the gun was discharged. the shrapnel with which it was charged did not knock the boat to pieces as a solid shot might have done, but two of the oars 300 were seen to drop into the water, and both boats began to retreat, which was quite a proper thing for them to do in face of such a destructive fire.
there was nothing more to detain the expedition at the place, and the two prizes were picked up, made fast, one on each side of the havana, and then the bell to go ahead was sounded. the pilot then informed christy that he had made out the bronx approaching at a distance of not more than three miles beyond the seahorse key. probably captain blowitt had heard the guns, and was coming in to assist in the fight.
