The captain had already ordered the ship to be put about so as to deliver the starboard broadside, and the other division of guns were impatient to have their chance at the enemy.
Christy had clapped his hands with his spy-glass under his arm; and when he had rendered his tribute of applause, he directed the instrument to the enemy.

A squad of men were at work over the ruins of the pilot house, which was still forward, as the vessel had been built for a pleasure yacht, and another gang were getting the extra wheel at the stern ready for use.
The Bellevite came about in obedience to the order Christy had given to the quartermaster conning the wheel, and the guns on the starboard side were all ready to deliver their messengers of death and destruction.
"Aim at that extra wheel," said the captain; and Christy delivered the order to the officers of the division.
The broadside was of the same metal as on the port side, and the result was looked for with even more interest than before.

The appearance was that all three shots had struck at or near the wheel at the stern, and Christy promptly directed his glass to that part of the steamer, the captain doing the same thing.
"There is nothing of the wheel left in sight," said the lieutenant.
"The taffrail is knocked away, and at least one of those shots must have knocked the captain's cabin into utter confusion." "Go ahead at full speed, Mr.Passford," said Captain Breaker, after he had fully measured with his eye the damage done to the enemy.
"Her steering gear seems to be entirely disabled, sir," continued Christy, after he had given the order to the chief engineer.

"She does not appear to be able to come about, as no doubt she would if she could, so as to bring her broadside guns to bear upon us." The order had been given before to load the broadside and pivot guns with shells.

The enemy had not started her screw for the reason that the ship was unmanageable with her steering gear disabled.