“A large steamer, showing Spanish flag, sighted off Barnegat.”

Shortly afterwards came another dispatch: 

“The United States frigate ‘Franklin’ has been signaled off Fire Island.”

Then another dispatch: 

“The Spanish steamer has gone to the eastward.”

And then, three hours later: 

“Heavy firing has been heard from the south and east.”

II.

THE BATTLE OF FIRE ISLAND.

The “Franklin,” on leaving Fire Island, where she had communication with the shore, stood to the westward.  At 3 p.m. the mast-head look-out reported a large steamer on the port bow.  As is customary on vessels at sea, the “Franklin” showed no colors; the stranger displayed a flag which could not be made out.

On the poop-deck of the “Franklin” were Admiral Rowan, Captain Greer, commanding the ship, and the executive officer, Lieutenant-Commander Jewell.

“Mast-head, there! can you make out her colors yet?” hailed the latter.

“No, sir.”

“Take your glass and go aloft, Mr. Rodgers,” said Admiral Rowan to his aid; “perhaps you can see better.”

The officer rapidly ascended the rigging to the foretopmast cross-trees.

“It is the English flag, sir!” he shouted.

“Hoist English colors, Captain,” said the admiral, quietly; “and bend on our own, ready to go up.”

The red cross of St. George, the British man-of-war flag, rose slowly to the peak.

The stranger was seen to alter her course, and head for the “Franklin.”

The admiral turned to Captain Greer and nodded.  The latter gave an order to a midshipman standing near.

Rat-tat—­rat-tat—­rat-tat-tat-tat!

The quick drum-beat to quarters for action rang sharply through the ship.  The executive officer took his speaking-trumpet and stationed himself on the quarter-deck.  The men sprang to their guns.

“Silence! man the port-guns.  Cast loose and provide!”

A momentary confusion, as the thirty-eight nine-inch smooth-bore guns on the main-deck, the four hundred-pound rifles on the spar-deck, and the eleven-inch pivot on the forecastle were cleared of their tackle, and got ready for training.  The guns’ crews then stood erect and silent in their places beside the guns, on the side of the ship turned toward the enemy.

Meanwhile the magazine had been opened, and the powder-boys flocked to the scuttles, receiving cartridges in the leather boxes slung to their shoulders.  Shell were hoisted from below.  The surgeon and his assistants, including the chaplain, laid out instruments, and converted the cock-pit into an operating-room.  The fires in the galley were put out, and those under the boilers urged to their fiercest heat.  The decks were sanded, in grim anticipation of their becoming slippery with blood.  Tackles and slings were prepared to lower the wounded below.  The Gatling guns aloft were made ready to fire upon the enemy’s decks, in case the two vessels came near enough together.