"Don't stand up where they can see you, Christy, but get down on the deck with that lock-string in your hand.

When I give you the word, pull it as quick as you can," said the captain, as he sighted the gun, and changed its position several times.
He was a sailor, and the artillery officers at the forts had trained the men employed on the tugs in handling the pieces put on board of them, to be used in bringing vessels to.

Better than any soldier, he could make the proper allowance for the motion of the steamer in the sea, which was becoming heavier.
"Fire!" shouted he, with more voice than he was supposed to have in the feeble condition of his lungs.
The gunner had loaded the piece himself, and it made a tremendous report when Christy pulled the lock-string.

The Leopard shook under the concussion of the discharge, and she was completely enveloped in smoke; so that they could not see whether the Belle had been hit or not.

But in the distance they could hear hoarse shouts in the direction of the Belle, and they concluded that something had happened in that quarter.
Christy had brought down the glass with him; and he directed it towards the steamer aimed at as soon as the smoke began to blow out of the way, though it was some time before he could get a clear view of her.
"By the great Constitution!" exclaimed Captain Pecklar, before Christy could cover the Belle with his glass.