The captain called from the pilot-house. "Mr. Shackles! Oh, Mr.
Shackles!" The correspondent moved hastily to a window. "What is it,
Captain?" The skipper of the _Adolphus_ raised a battered finger and
pointed over the bows. "See 'er?" he asked, laconic but quietly
jubilant. Another steamer was smoking at full speed over the sun-lit
seas. A great billow of pure white was on her bows. "Great Scott!"
cried Shackles. "Another Spaniard?"
"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_."