They were not out of the reach of the bullets of the Federal troops, and the oarsmen pulled with all their might for a time.

It was five miles to Pensacola, but the privateersmen landed their prisoners there.

They were committed to a sort of guard-house; but in the afternoon they were sent to Mobile with about twenty others, who had been captured in the battle of the night before.
There was not a great number of prisoners in the city, and it was intended to remove them to other quarters arranged for their accommodation.
Christy and Flint were confined in an unoccupied warehouse, and were fed tolerably well, and they were supplied with some kind of dried grass for beds.

It was not at all like the luxurious stateroom of the lieutenant on board of the Bellevite, or even the quarters of Flint; but they were determined to make the best of it.

Flint had become reconciled to his situation, and Christy was even cheerful.
After he had been in the warehouse a few days, Christy was not a little surprised to receive a visit from his uncle, Colonel Passford.