and her boilers threatening to burst at any instant. Quivering from stem to stern under such high pressure, she shot into the harbor entrance and straight for the narrowest part of the channel. By this time the Spanish guns from all sides were sending down on her a shower of shot and shell, awful to contemplate. Seeing he could do nothing, Walter ran for the shelter of one of the companionways.
"Put the wheel hard a-port!" came the order from the bold commander, who, if he was excited did not show it. "Lively now!"
"Ay, ay, sir!" came from the helmsman, and the wheel went over, and was lashed fast.
"She isn't coming over!" came another cry, a moment later, and while shot and shell were flying, in all directions.
"What's the matter there? Charette, go down and look at the steering gear."
At once Charette ran off at his best speed. He was gone but a moment, and came back all out of breath.
"One of the rudder chains has been shot away, sir," he reported.
"Shot away!" came from several. "That's bad."
