In action he carried a navy revolver in each of his hip pockets.
Thus prepared for any emergency, though none might come for years, he went on deck, and made his way to the bridge, where he could get the best view of the approaching sail.

He obtained his first sight of the vessel as soon as he reached the bridge, and saw that the sail was a steamer, much larger than the Bronx.

She carried no sail, for the wind was from the west; but the commander soon realized that she was moving at great speed.
"We must be about forty miles off the station of the blockaders before the entrance to Mobile Bay," said Christy, after he had thought the matter over for a moment.
"I should think so," replied the first lieutenant.
"That sail appears to be headed for the station.

She is a large steamer, and I judge by the way she is coming up with us that she is very fast," added Christy with some anxiety in his tones.
"She must be a steamer of fifteen hundred tons, and perhaps more," said Mr.Flint, after he had looked at her through his night glass.
"In that case she is too big for us to fight her, and too fast for us to run away from her; and Captain Flanger may be a free man in a few hours." "It does not follow that we shall have to fight her or run away from her," added the first lieutenant, still gazing at the approaching steamer through his glass.

"I don't believe she is a Confederate vessel.
The rebels do not buy steamers as big as that one in England." "But they may have captured her," suggested Christy.
"I may be mistaken, Captain Passford, but I think that steamer is the Bellevite," added Mr.Flint.
"I hope so," replied Christy, who did not like the idea of fighting or trying to run away from a craft three times as strong as the Bronx.
"Have the ensign set at the peak, Mr.Flint." And a quartermaster was sent aft to attend to this duty.
The strange sail continued to approach; and, little by little, the first lieutenant, who had sailed in the Bellevite several years, identified her as that steamer.