I think the Bronx would have gone into Pensacola Bay without the least trouble, for I have no doubt Galvinne knew just what signals to make to Fort McRae, and just as well what ones to make to Fort Pickens.

The ship would have been there by midnight, and up to that time I should have been asleep in my stateroom; and they would not have taken the trouble to call the watch below at that hour." "No matter; we have the Bronx again, and she is not yet to become a Confederate cruiser.

But Corny had the sealed orders of the flag-officer, and I heard Mr.Galvinne read them.

The Bronx is ordered to St.Andrew's to attend to the case of a steamer loading there to run the blockade.

Shall I obey the orders, or return to the flag-ship ?" "The commodore hurried us off, for he feared any delay might allow the steamer to escape." "We have five prisoners on board; and we can take care of them well enough," replied Christy; "but the principal difficulty is that we have no officers." "But we have plenty of good men, and some of them will make good officers," suggested the first lieutenant.
"We have no surgeon, I believe, for Dr.Spokeley is sick, and was to be sent home before I left in the Vixen for New York," added the commander, now restored to his own right on board.
"Oh, yes; we have a surgeon, for Dr.Spokeley is to go to New York in the Vernon, and the doctor of the store-ship is appointed to the Bronx." "Dr.Connelly!" exclaimed Christy.
"Just so; and I dare say he is asleep in his stateroom at this moment." "Then we had better obey the sealed orders of the flag-officer; we will come about, and head her for St.Andrew's.