United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Juvenile fiction
When Frank reached the Boxer, he sent for the executive officer, told
him of what he had heard, and also laid before him the plans he had
adopted to defeat the rebels, which met the hearty approval of that
gentleman. Frank did not think it best to delay putting the vessel in a
state of defense, for the rebels might make the attempt at any time; so
he instructed the executive officer to see that the men were kept under
cover, so that the rebels, if any were on the watch, might not be able
to judge of their numbers. When hammocks were piped that night, not more
than a dozen men answered the call, and when bedtime came, the sailors
stretched themselves out on deck, ready to take their posts at a
moment's warning. The guns were all carefully loaded, the hot-water hose
got ready for use, and the anchor fixed so that it could be slipped in
an instant. Outside, the appearance of the vessel was not changed, the
only thing noticeable being the quantity of smoke that came out of her
chimneys. At eight o'clock Frank inspected the boat, and after seeing
that every man was in his place, he lay down on the sofa in the cabin,
without removing his clothes, and fell asleep. When he awoke, he arose
and went on deck, just as the ship's bell was striking midnight. It was
very dark, and the only sound that broke the stillness was the splashing
of the wheels of a steamer as she went on her way up the river. For an
hour he remained on deck, listening, but without hearing any thing
suspicious until just as he was about to return to the cabin. He had
started down the stairs, when he heard a slight splashing ahead of the
vessel, like a heavy oar dipped carefully into the water. He listened a
moment, and the sound was repeated.
"There they are! They're coming, sure!" said Archie, who stood at his
cousin's side.
"Yes, sir," said Tom, the gunner's-mate, who, in his eagerness to be the
first to announce the approach of the rebels, had remained on deck
during the whole night. "That's them, sir!"
"Tell the officer of the deck to call all hands to quarters as quietly
as possible," said Frank.
The officer ran below, and the young commander heard the sound again,
still faint, but nearer and more distinct than the others. It was well
that he had not put off his preparations to receive the rebels, for they
were certainly approaching. Presently the pilots came up and took their
stations at the wheel, and a moment afterward the executive officer came
up and reported the crew ready for action. So quietly had the men been
aroused, that Frank had not heard them as they moved to their stations.
Nearer and nearer came the sound of oars, and suddenly a large flatboat,
crowded with men, loomed up through the darkness.
"On deck, there!" whispered Frank, leaning over the rail and speaking to
a sailor on the forecastle. "Slip that anchor."
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