Christy thought that Corny was becoming somewhat nervous when the vessels of the squadron were made out in the distance.
"There appear to be only three steamers in sight," said the captain, who had come into the waist to observe the fleet.
"That is the flag-ship, I think, anchored the farthest from the shore," replied Mr.Galvinne, to whom the remark had been addressed.
"I suppose that is the Bronx astern of her," added Captain Battleton.
"It is the smallest of the three, at any rate.

Mr.Salisbury, you will run directly for the flag-ship," he added to the executive officer on the quarter-deck.
Christy recognized the Bronx if others did not, for none of the officers had been on this station before.

He wondered if the present deception was likely to be carried out to the accomplishment of the end the conspirators had in view.

He could see nothing to prevent its accomplishment.
"I must ask you to report below, Mr.Passford," said the captain rather sternly; and perhaps he did not care to be charged with over-indulgence of his prisoner.
He bowed submissively, and went to his berth in the men's quarters.

The anchor had been cast loose, and the cable put in condition to run out.
Christy had hardly reached his berth before he heard the rattle of the chain, and the voyage was ended..