In a moment, as it were, all hands were in their stations.

Nothing like a drill with the present ship's company had been possible, though the men had been trained to some extent at the navy-yard and on board of the Vernon; but the majority of the crew were old men who had served some time on board of the Bronx, and under the present commander.
The prisoners appeared to be quite as much interested in the proceedings on deck as the ship's company, and closely observed everything that was done.

Michael Bornhoff was quite excited, and walked the deck hurriedly, as though he was in search of something to do; but he was very careful not to go near the place where Captain Flanger was made fast to the rail.
"Mr.Flint," called the commander to the first lieutenant, as soon as the crew were assembled on deck, "there is a steamer of five hundred tons in St.Andrew's Bay, all ready to come out at a given signal from the party just captured by the first cutter.

I propose to capture her with the boats, and you will take the command of the expedition.

The first and second cutters will be employed, and you will see that they are ready." "The boats are in good condition, sir, and they will be ready in five minutes," replied Mr.Flint, who had come on deck at the call for all hands, and had hardly learned the results of the recent boat expedition.
"Mr.Camden will take charge of the second cutter," added Christy.
While the crews were making the boats ready, and Mr.Camden was selecting the extra men for them, as he was instructed to do, Christy gave the executive officer a brief account of the capture of the sloop, and an epitome of the information he had obtained from Bornhoff.
"What am I to do, Captain Passford ?" asked Mike, who was watching the proceedings on deck with the most intense interest.