The carpenter repaired the bridge, though Christy would not have been very sorry if it had been so thoroughly smashed as to be beyond restoration, for it was hardly a naval institution.

The men who had been only slightly wounded in the action with the Escambia were progressing finely under the care of Dr.
Spokeley, and when the Bronx was off the southern cape of Florida, they were able to return to duty.

The latest information located the flag officer off Pensacola, and in due time Christy reported to him.

The Bellevite was still there, and the commander went on board of her, where he received an ovation from the former officers and seamen with whom he had sailed.

He did not take any pains to recite his experience, but it was soon known throughout the fleet.
"Christy, I shall hardly dare to sail in command of a ship of which you are the executive officer," said Lieutenant Blowitt, who was to command the Bronx, with a laugh.
"Why not?
Is my reputation so bad as that ?" asked Christy.
"Bad! No, it is so good.