Part 13 (1/2)
This idea had but just come to the commander, who thought before that he had closed every opening against the conspirators. He went on deck as soon as he had settled this matter. The fog seemed to be rather more dense than before, and when he went on the bridge, it was reported that the stranger could no longer be made out.
”I have just received the roster of the 'Bronx a.s.sociation,'” said Flint, as the captain joined him. ”It is signed by every man on board, including the supernumeraries forward, except Spoors, Blocker, Veering, Packer, Pickford, and Runyon. I inquired why these men would not join, but could not learn that they had any reason except that they did not wish to be members. I have seen Mr. Lillyworth talking to all of these men, and I think we can be certain now who is white and who is black.”
”On the bridge!” came from the speaking tube, at this moment, and the captain was near enough to hear it. Mr. Sampson reported that he had steam enough to make at least ten knots an hour.
The commander then instructed the first lieutenant to see that both divisions of boarders were armed with cutla.s.s and revolver, in readiness for action. The second lieutenant was to attend to the working of the broadside guns, Mr. Baskirk was to lead the first division of boarders, and Mr. Giblock, the boatswain, the second. Flint went below to the deck to execute his orders, and the captain ordered the quartermaster to ring one bell.
CHAPTER XIV
THE CONFEDERATE STEAMER SCOTIAN
One bell sounded on the gong in the engine room, and the Bronx began to go ahead. Christy felt that the most tremendous hour of his lifetime had come, and he struggled to keep down the excitement which agitated him; and he succeeded so far that he appeared to be the coolest man on board of the s.h.i.+p. When Flint came in the vicinity of the bridge, he called to him to join him. The men were procuring their revolvers and cutla.s.ses, and he had a moment to spare. The captain instructed him to conceal the boarders so that they could not be seen on board the steamer in the fog when the Bronx came up with her. He added some other details to his orders.
”If possible, I wish you to keep as near Lillyworth as you can,”
continued Christy, ”for I shall not have the opportunity to watch him.
This war cannot be conducted on peace principles, and if that man attempts to defeat my orders in any manner, don't hesitate to put a ball from your revolver through his heart. Use reasonable care, Mr. Flint, but bear in mind that I am not to be defeated in the capture of that steamer, if she proves to be what I suppose she is, by the treachery of one who accepted a position as an officer on board of the Bronx.” The commander was firm and decided in his manner, and Flint had served with him enough to know that he meant what he said.
”I will obey your orders to the letter, Captain Pa.s.sford, using all reasonable precautions in the discharge of my duty,” replied Flint.
”Mr. Lillyworth was in a state of mutiny just now, and spoke to me.”
”What did he say?”
”He declared that he was second lieutenant of the s.h.i.+p, and it was his right to command the first division of boarders. He wouldn't stand it.
I told him he was to be in command of the guns. He insisted that you did not intend to fire a gun if you could help it. I replied that we should not board the vessel either if we could help it. But I had no time to argue with him, and referred him to the captain. Then he moved towards the ladder of the bridge, and I forbade him to leave his station. That is the whole of it. I have seen him speak to each of the six men we now know to be his friends, to say nothing of Mulgrum. I left him then.”
”All right so far, Mr. Flint. Return to the deck, if you please, and be sure that the boarders are kept out of sight from this moment,” added Christy. ”Quartermaster, ring four bells,” he added, turning to the pilot house.
”Four bells, sir,” repeated McSpindle, who was at the wheel.
The Bronx soon began to feel the effect of this order, and the smoke poured out in increased volume from the smokestack, affected by the stronger draught produced by the additional speed.
”On the topsail yard!” called the captain, directing his speaking trumpet aloft.
”On the bridge, sir!” replied the man.
”Can you make out the steamer?”
”No, sir; only her topmasts and fore rigging.”
”How does she lie from the Bronx?”
”Still on the starboard bow, sir.”
”Port the helm, quartermaster,” added the captain.
”Port, sir,” replied McSpindle.