"No," said the captain, "that there is a United States cruiser!"
"What?" Shackles was dumfounded into muscular paralysis. "No! Are you sure?"
The captain nodded. "Sure, take the glass. See her ensign? Two funnels, two masts with fighting tops. She ought to be the Chancellorville."
Shackles choked. "Well, I'm blowed!"
"Ed!" said the captain.
"Yessir!"
"Tell the chief there is no hurry."
Shackles suddenly bethought him of his companions. He dashed to them and was full of quick scorn of their gloomy faces. "Hi, brace up there! Are you blind? Can't you see her?"
"See what?"
"Why, the Chancellorville, you blind mice!" roared Shackles. "See 'er? See 'er? See 'er?"