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Her voice had risen to a keen soprano key, and her eyes sparkled wildly. When she had finally succeeded in getting Mr. Cinch into the Current, she fell back in her chair, quite exhausted. Neither spoke for several minutes, and then Miss Beeks finally said: "Open your eyes, Mr. Cinch!" The old man looked at her with evident curiosity.
"I think everything is clear, sir," reported Beeks, as Christy appeared on deck with Dave. "Stand by to get up the anchor, then," added the lieutenant. "No anchor down, sir," interposed Dave. "She is made fast to the buoy." "So much the better. I suppose Captain Folkner did not trouble himself about the forts, Dave, did he?" Christy inquired.
"There she is!" exclaimed Beeks, as the Bellevite began to change her course to go around the bend. Christy saw the Vampire as soon as the quartermaster, and he was glad to find that she had drifted to the left bank of the river as far as the depth of water would permit. As her engine was disabled, she had no means of propulsion with which she could help herself.
"Then give way with a will, and run for whatever may come in sight." Beeks obeyed the order, and in a couple of minutes the boat was driving into the gloom at her ordinary speed. Something came into view a moment later, and it was a small steamer. "Boat, ahoy!" shouted some one from the steamer. "On board of the steamer!" replied Christy. "Are you the pilot?" demanded the speaker from the vessel.
As Christy jumped down from the rail, Beeks followed him, and he was not a little surprised to find that they were alone. But there was no enemy at hand upon whom he could flesh his cutlass, and he sprang upon the rail again. He found that his impression had been correct, for the vessel was moving. She had already left a gap a dozen feet wide between the Bellevite and herself.
Don't hurry them; take it easy, for it will not be high tide till half-past twelve, and we may have more time than we shall know how to use." The crew pulled very leisurely, and it was over an hour before Beeks estimated that they had made the two miles. As before, Christy and Flint were landed, and they walked across the island.
Fort Barrancas had evidently opened fire in response to the rocket, which had no doubt been sent up as a signal to notify the garrison that a vessel was going out or coming in, and that her movements were not regular. The first shot was followed by others, and a shot dropped into the water near the Teaser. "Let the leadsmen sound, Beeks," said Christy.
"It is no use to growl about it," added Christy, laughing. "Here we are, and we can't help ourselves at present." "I suppose they will let us go, won't they?" inquired the quartermaster. "Let us go where?" "Let us go back where we came from," replied Beeks, who seemed to be quite muddled by his misfortune. "You don't expect them to put you on board of the Bellevite again, do you?"
Cinch, and being so constituted that when he got hold of an idea he had to give himself up to its consideration, Miss Beeks and the possible effect of her conversation upon his legs kept revolving before his eyes all the morning. He was not able to form any very definite idea of what she might be expected to do, but he thought it quite within the possibilities for her to improve the situation.
On the other side of the bay Fort Barrancas kept up its fire at long intervals, and Fort Pickens could not reply without the danger of putting a shot into the Teaser after her recent reformation. The steamer kept on her course at half speed; but in ten minutes the sound of the drum fell astern of her, when the drummer could go no farther. "Heave over the wheel, Beeks," said Christy.
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