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Christy had timed the movements of the Bronx very carefully, and the Ocklockonee had hardly fastened to the Arran on one side before he had his steamer grappled on the other. "Boarders, away!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, and flourishing his sword over his head, not however with the intention of going into the fight himself, but as a demonstration to inspire the men.
"I think I can understand your feelings, sir; but I cannot see that in resorting to strategy to save my men, my conduct has been in any manner dishonorable," replied Christy, holding his head a little higher than usual. "I should hold that I had been guilty of misconduct if I had failed to take advantage of the circumstances under which I have captured the Ocklockonee."
"You could not find a better man," said Sampson, as he went to summon Gawl. The three engineers of the prize came on deck, and the captain took the chief aside. "Mr. Bockburn, I believe, the chief engineer of the Ocklockonee?" said Christy.
The Confederate steamer was farther to the eastward than either of the other two, and after the changes of position which Christy had brought about in speaking the Ocklockonee, the Arran was nearly southeast of both of the others. Flint went directly to the south, and Christy ran for the enemy.
I heard a scuffle in the engine room just as we were running alongside the Ocklockonee," said the captain, looking inquiringly at the engineer. "Yes, sir; there was a scuffle there. Pink Mulgrum was rushing down the ladder when I stopped him. He tried to push by me when I made signs to him to return to the deck.
"There goes a gun from the enemy!" exclaimed Mr. Amblen, as a puff of smoke rose from the forward deck of the Arran. "The shot struck in the water," added Christy a moment later; "but the two vessels are within range. There is the first shot from the Ocklockonee! Captain Flint is not asleep."
He had not asked a question of any person on board; and it was impossible for him to know that a sail supposed to be the Arran was in sight. "I have heard some firing this morning, Captain Passford," said he as he seated himself at the table, and watched the expression of his host's countenance. "Merely a couple of signals; the distant shot came from the Ocklockonee," replied Christy lightly.
Wherever she was, it was well assured that her officers knew nothing of the capture of the Ocklockonee, for not a great gun had been discharged, and the combat had been so quickly decided that there had been very little noise of any kind. Everything worked without friction on board of the Bronx; and Captain Passford felt even more elastic than usual.
"I have heard a similar remark before; but she is not big enough for such a long name as the one you suggest, and you would have to begin to pronounce it before breakfast in order to get it out before the dog watches," said Christy, as he rose from the table and went on deck. The first thing he noticed when he came on the bridge was that the Ocklockonee was headed to intercept the Bronx.
"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."
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