The sailors, on their part, knew exactly what had happened.
Every man who escaped death or serious injury from the bursting missiles ran to his post.

A wire hawser and mooring rope were severed with axes, the screw revolved, and the _Andorinha_ was in motion.
Though winged, she still could fly.

The second salvo of projectiles was less damaging; again the gunners failed to reach the warship's vitals.

Her commander got his own armament into action, and managed to demolish a warehouse and a grain elevator.

Then he made off down the coast toward Rio de Janeiro.
The sudden uproar stirred Maceio from roof to basement.