You can't see the smoke of the ships any more.

I suppose that for safety in the night they've had to go further out to sea.

I'm glad I'm not on one of them, rolling and tumbling in those high waves.

Well, everything is for the best, and if Sumter doesn't fall into our laps tonight she'll fall tomorrow, and if she doesn't fall tomorrow she'll fall the next day.
What do you say to that, old Wait-and-See ?" "Wait and see," replied Harry so naturally that the others laughed.
The bombardment went on all through the night.

Harry continually breathed smoke and the odor of burned gunpowder, which seemed to keep his nerves keyed to a great pitch, and to maintain the heat of his blood.