The vessels of the Eastern Gulf squadron were employed to a considerable extent in destroying salt works on the west coast of Florida; but the commodore was not disposed to order the fleet little gunboat upon such service.
"Is the Bronx in condition for immediate service, Captain Passford ?" asked the flag-officer.
"She is, sir; she has not been in action since her crew was reinforced," answered Christy.
"I did not expect your return so soon, but I have your sealed orders ready.

You will get under way as soon as possible," added the commodore, handing him the sealed envelope.

"You will make your course south-west, and open your orders at twelve o'clock to-night." The commander of the Bronx left the cabin where the interview had taken place.

On the deck he met his uncle, who was curious to know what was to be done with him.
"I can only say that you will not be held as a prisoner of war; but I must leave you in the hands of the flag-officer, who will dispose of you as he thinks best.

I sail in the Bronx immediately." Christy hastened on board of his vessel, after hastily shaking hands with uncle Homer.