Part 21 (1/2)
”Mr. Amblen is acting in that capacity at present, and he is a very good officer, though he holds no rank,” answered Christy.
”Then I can hardly confirm him as second lieutenant,” added Captain McKeon.
”In my report of the affairs with the Ocklockonee and the Escambia, I have strongly recommended him and three other officers for promotion, for all of them are fitted by education and experience at sea to do duty on board of such vessels as the Bronx.”
”Have you any officer in mind who would acceptably fill the vacant place, Captain Blowitt?”
”I know of no one at present who holds the rank to ent.i.tle him to such a position, and I shall appeal to Mr. Pa.s.sford,” replied the new commander.
”You have named Mr. Amblen, Mr. Pa.s.sford; is he just the officer you would select if the matter were left to you?” asked the flag officer.
”No, sir, though he would do very well. Mr. Baskirk, who served as executive officer while Mr. Flint was away in the Ocklockonee, is better adapted for the place,” said Christy. ”He commanded the first division of boarders on board of the Escambia, and he fought like a hero and is a man of excellent judgment. I am confident that he will make his mark as an officer. I am willing to admit that I wrote a letter to my father especially requesting him to do what he could for the immediate promotion of Mr. Baskirk.”
”Then he will be immediately promoted,” added Captain McKeon with an expressive smile.
”I may add also that I was presumptive enough to suggest his appointment as third lieutenant of the Bronx,” continued Christy.
”Then he will be the third lieutenant of the Bronx; and what you say would have settled the matter in the first place as well as now,” said the flag officer, as much pleased with the reticence of the young officer as with his modesty. ”Amblen may remain on board till his commission comes, and you can retain him as third lieutenant, Captain Blowitt, if you are so disposed. I have ordered a draft of twelve seamen to the Bronx, which will give you a crew of thirty, and I cannot spare any more until more men are sent down. I may add that I have taken some of them from the Bellevite.”
”I am quite satisfied, sir, with the number, though ten more would be acceptable,” replied the commander of the Bronx.
The two officers were then dismissed and ordered on board of their s.h.i.+p.
A little later the draft of seamen was sent on board, and among them Christy was not sorry to see Boxie, the old sheet-anchor man of the Bellevite, who had made him a sort of pet, and had done a great deal to instruct him in matters of seamans.h.i.+p, naval customs, and traditions not found in any books.
The commander and the executive officer paid their final visit to the Bellevite the next day, and the order was given to weigh anchor. When all hands were called, Christy thought he had never seen a better set of men except on board of the Bellevite, and the expedition, whatever it was, commenced under the most favorable auspices.
The Bronx sailed in the middle of the forenoon, and the flag officer was careful not to reveal the destination of the steamer to any one, for with the aid of the telegraph, the object of the expedition might reach the scene of operations in advance of the arrival of the force. At four o'clock in the afternoon Captain Blowitt opened his envelope in presence of the executive officer. He looked the paper through before he spoke, and then handed it to Christy, who read it with quite as much interest as the commander had.
”Cedar Keys,” said the captain, glancing at his a.s.sociate.
”That is not a long run from the station,” added Christy. ”We are very likely to be there before to-morrow morning.”
”It is about two hundred and eighty statute miles, I had occasion to ascertain a week ago when something was said about Cedar Keys,” replied Captain Blowitt. ”We have been making about fifteen knots, for the Bronx is a flyer, and we ought to be near our destination at about midnight.
That would be an excellent time to arrive if we only had a pilot.”
”Perhaps we have one,” added Christy with a smile.
”Are you a pilot on this coast, Mr. Pa.s.sford?” asked the commander, mistaking the smile.
”No, sir, I am not; but I remember a conversation Mr. Flint and I had with Mr. Amblen, who was engaged in some sort of a speculation in Florida when the war came on. He was so provoked at the treatment he received that he s.h.i.+pped in the navy at once. I only know that he had a small steamer in these waters.”
”Send for Mr. Amblen at once!” exclaimed the commander, who appeared to have become suddenly excited. ”There will be no moon to-night in these parts, and we may be able to hurry this matter up if we have a competent pilot.”
Christy called Dave, and sent him for the acting third lieutenant, for he knew that Mr. Flint had had the watch since four o'clock. Mr. Amblen was sunning himself on the quarter deck, and he promptly obeyed the summons.
”I am glad to see you, Mr. Amblen, and I hope you will prove to be as useful a person as I have been led to believe you may be,” said the captain.
”I shall endeavor to do my duty, sir,” replied the third lieutenant, who was always very ambitious to earn the good opinion of his superiors.
”I mean to do the best I can to make myself useful, Captain Blowitt.”