"I lived on the water before I entered the army."
"All right. The Wabash is lying off the Main Ship Channel. I have no instructions to give you except to go at her and sink her. I am told the most vulnerable spot of a ship is just forward of the mainmast. Hit her there. Don't explode your torpedo until you are in actual contact if possible. Glassell's went off the moment he saw her without touching, else he would have sunk the New Ironsides. You will find the torpedo boat at the government wharf. Everything is ready. You will leave at seven. The three blockade-runners will follow you as close as is practicable, and when you torpedo the frigate they will dart through the Swash and try to get to sea. I reckon upon the other Yankee ships running down to aid the Wabash. I'll see you on the wharf. God bless you, and may He have mercy on your souls!" said the little general, solemnly.
He put out his hand to the young man, and Sempland shook it vigorously.
"I pray that I may succeed for the sake of the South, sir," returned the young man, firmly.
"For the sake of the South, gentlemen. That is our watchword," cried Beauregard, standing up and bringing his hand to a salute.
"Have you any preparations to make, Sempland?" asked Lacy, when they left the office.
"I have a letter to write."
"Very well. I will look after the boat and will meet you on the wharf. Shall you see Miss Glen before you go?"
"No."
"You must."