“While the Americans and Germans were treated alike, it was plain that their sympathies were with the Americans, and they redoubled their efforts when they saw an opportunity to aid the men who represented a country which had insisted that their native government should not be interfered with by a foreign power.” The coolness of Captain Mullane had mastered the frightened crew. There was no longer confusion. The officers stood by the rail and directed the movements of the men. Time after time the rolling billows dashed the men from the hawser; but the gallant natives succeeded in saving all. By eight o’clock the _Nipsic_ was deserted. The three smallest of the war ships were wrecked. The four large men-of-war were well out in the harbor, and for the time measurably safe. But near ten o’clock, the situation became alarming again. Masses of floating wreckage struck the _Trenton_, as it was lifted by a heavy wave, and carried away the rudder and propeller. Her anchors, unaided, would not keep her from the reef, or from fouling with the other vessels in the harbor. The _Vandalia_ and the _Calliope_ were drifting toward the wreck of the _Adler_. As the _Vandalia_ endeavored to steam away, the iron prow of the Englishman arose high in the air and fell with full force upon the _Vandalia’s_ port-quarter. The _Calliope_ lost her jib-boom, and the heavy timbers of the _Vandalia_ were shivered. Every man near the point of the collision was thrown from his feet by the shock. Water was rushing through a great rent in the cabin. It seemed that the _Vandalia_ had received her death blow. The frightened men swarmed from the hatches, but presently returned to their posts. At this crisis the Englishman essayed a bold manœuvre. Seeing that to remain where he was would be, in a few more moments, ruin to the _Vandalia_, he resolved to take all risks himself, and letting go all anchors, swung around to the wind and endeavored to put to sea. For a moment the vessel seemed stationary. Then the tremendous power of the propeller began to tell, and the vessel moved slowly forward in the teeth of the storm. Volumes of smoke poured from her funnels, and the ship groaned in every timber. Gradually it became clear that she could escape from the harbor. This is one of the most daring feats in the naval annals. It was the one desperate chance to save the _Calliope_ and her crew from certain death. An accident to the machinery at this moment, or a slight change in the direction of the wind as she neared the narrow gate-way of the harbor, would have been fatal. Down in the fire room, the men [Illustration: THE CALLIOPE PUTTING TO SEA.] worked as they never had before. The _Trenton_ lay close to the reef, and the _Calliope_ was compelled to pass between the two. The flagship’s fires were out, and she could do nothing to save herself. Every man felt that a few moments longer would find him a grave in the coral reef. Those on shore were watching with intensest anxiety.