The gunner of the Bronx was evidently greatly nettled at the number of solid shots he had wasted, though the gun of the Ocklockonee had done little better so far as could be seen.

The three vessels were not much more than half a mile from each other, and the enemy had begun to use his broadside guns.
"Good!" shouted Mr.Amblen suddenly after the gunner had just let off the great gun.

"That shot overturned the midship piece of the Arran.
Ambleton has fully redeemed himself." The announcement of the effect of this last shot sent up a volley of cheers from the crew.
The Bronx and her consort had set the American flag at the beginning of the action, and the Confederate had promptly displayed her ensign, as though she scorned to go into action without having it fully understood what she was.

She did not claim to be a blockade runner, and do her best to escape, but "faced the music," even when she realized that she had two enemies instead of one.
Christy had evidently inherited some of the naval blood on his mother's side, and he was not satisfied with the slow progress of the action, for the shots from the broadside guns of the enemy were beginning to tell upon the Bronx, though she had received no serious injury.

He caused the signal to prepare to board to be set as agreed upon with Captain Flint.
The orders already given were to be carried out, and both vessels bore down on the Arran with all speed..