The tremendous crash of the reports aroused him. He started up, his eyes kindled with a new resolution, and he watched his opportunity to put it in practice. It came. He saw a brave gunner fall. He sprang to fill his place, and served the gun until he was relieved. After that he threw himself into the action with all his soul, now serving a gun that was short handed, now, cap in hand, cheering on the men. He drew attention from all. Many a brave old soldier, in the midst of the battle, found time to grasp his hand, saying: “You are one of us still, God bless you!” or words to that effect. One earnest old gunner of the order of men who prayed and fought, gave him a grip, exclaiming, with more cordiality than coherence: “‘There is more joy in Heaven over one,’ _et cetera_, and ‘go thou and do likewise.’” On seeing his zeal and devotion, Justin found time once to dart to his side and say: “Heaven bless you for your noble example! I had done you injustice in the past! Forgive me now!” “You did me no injustice, Mr. Rosenthal. I had given you too much reason by word and deed to think the worst of me. I was never so evil as I made myself out to be, however; though evil of late have been my days. Enough! that is past! And I am offering up my life in expiation now.” He was indeed. He never shrank from duty or from danger. And, not ten minutes after these words had left his lips, a cannon ball from the enemy struck and cut him in two. And thus at last was his promise to his dying father grandly redeemed. To return from this episode. Lieutenant Ethel, on leaving Justin, ordered the forehold of the _Xyphias_ to be prepared to receive the prisoners. Then he mustered his men under arms, passed over to the _Sea Scourge_, ordered the hatches to be taken off and the prisoners to come up on deck. One hundred and nineteen men responded to the call, and were all marched to their place of confinement, with the exception of the officers, who were furnished quarters with the officers of the _Xyphias_. As soon as the prisoners were secured, a portion of the ship’s company were set to putting the _Xyphias_ in order. The decks were swabbed, the rigging righted, and all traces of the late conflict so effectually removed that she began again to look like one of our tidy men-of-war, and not like a cross between a shipwreck and a butcher’s shambles. Lieutenant Ethel, with the surgeon and another portion of the crew, went over to the _Sea Scourge_ to attend to her remaining wounded and to put her to rights. The injured men on the upper deck having been already removed and relieved, the lieutenant and the surgeon passed at once to the lower deck, where a sight of horror met their eyes. The wounded, dying and dead lay scattered thickly around. The groans of the living were more appalling than the ghastliness of the dying or the dead.