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Stand by the Union / by Oliver Optic [pseud.] Optic, Oliver, 1822-1897. 400dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Kentucky, Electronic Information Access & Management Center Lexington, Kentucky 2002 b92-167-30116734 Electronic reproduction. 2002. (Beyond the shelf, serving historic Kentuckiana through virtual access (IMLS LG-03-02-0012-02) ; These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Stand by the Union / by Oliver Optic [pseud.] Optic, Oliver, 1822-1897. Lee and Shepard, Boston : 1896. 367 p.,  leaves of plates : ill. ; 19 cm. Coleman Microfilm. Atlanta, Ga. : SOLINET, 1994. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm. (SOLINET/ASERL Cooperative Microfilming Project (NEH PS-20317) ; SOL MN04270.04 KUK) Printing Master B92-167. IMLS This electronic text file was created by Optical Character Recognition (OCR). No corrections have been made to the OCR-ed text and no editing has been done to the content of the original document. Encoding has been done through an automated process using the recommendations for Level 1 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. Digital page images are linked to the text file. United States History Civil War, 1861-1865 Fiction. THE BLUE AND THE GRAY - AFLOAT Two colors cloth Emblematic Dies Illustrated Price per volume X.5o TAKEN BY THE ENEMY WITHIN THE ENEMY'S LINES ON THE BLOCKADE STAND BY THE UNION FIGHTING FOR THE RIGHT A VICTORIOUS UNION THE BLUE AND THE GRAY - Ox LAND Two colors cloth Emblematic Dies Illustrated Price per volume 1.5o BROTHER AGAINST BROTHER IN THE SADDLE _ A LIEUTENANT AT EIGHTEEN ON THE STAFF (Other volumes in preparation) ANY VOLUME SOLD SEPARATELY. LEE AND SHEPARD PUBLISHERS BOSTON I This page in the original text is blank. MR. GALVININE IS SUBi)uEi. - Page x66. This page in the original text is blank. AllLt By OLIVER 0pr STA4N BY TFE UNI ION I W'-" This page in the original text is blank. The Blue and the Gray Series STAND BY THE UNION BY OLIVER OPTIC, AUTHOR OF " THE ARMY AND NAVY SERIES' " YOUNG AMERICA ABROAD" e THR GREAT WESTERN SERIES" "THE WOODVILLE STORIES"X "THE STARRY FLAG SERIES" " THE BOAT-CLUB SERIES " THE ONWARD AND UPWARD SERIES " " THE VACHT-CLUB SERIES" "THE LAKE SHORE SERIES "p "THE RIVERDALE STORIES" " THE BOAT-UEI.I)ER SERIES "TAKEN BY THEE ENEMY " "WITHIN THE ENEMYS LINES" P " ON THE BLOCKADE'3 ETC. BOSTON 1896 LEE AND SHEPARD PUBLISHERS J0 MILK STREET NEXT " THE OLD SOUTH MEETING UOUS S" COPYRIGHT, xS9t, BY LEE AND SHEPARD. All rithts reserved. STAND BY THE UNION. TO MY TWO YOUNG FRIENDS, bi00 jelrcen Campbell ,Smntb AND offz 'Anna Uoekbull Zimtb, THE DAUGHTERS OF M4Y FRIEND MR. GEORGE A. SMITH OF BOSTON, bi0 Yolume Hi AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED. This page in the original text is blank. PREFACE " STAND BY THE UNION" is the fourth of "The Blue and Gray Series." As in the pre- ceding volumes of the series, the incidents of the story are located in the midst of the war of the Rebellion, now dating back nearly thirty years, or before any of my younger readers were born. To those who lived two days in one through that eventful and anxious period, some- times trembling for the fate of the nation, but always sustained by the faith and the hope through which the final victory was won, it seems hardly possible that so many years have flowed into the vast ocean of the past since that terrible conflict was raging over so large a por- tion of our now united country. Though it is said that the South "robbed the 5 PREFACE cradle and the grave" to recruit the armies of the Confederacy, it is as true that young and old in the North went forth in their zeal to "Stand by the Union," and that many and many a young soldier and sailor who had not yet seen twenty summers endured the hardships of the camp and the march, the broiling suns, and the wasting maladies of semi-tropical seas, fought bravely and nobly for the unity of the land they loved, and that thousands of them sleep their last sleep in unmarked graves on the sea and the land. The writer can remember whole com- panies, of which nearly half of the number could be classed as mere boys. These boys of eigh- teen to twenty, who survived the rain of bullets, shot, and shell, and the hardly less fatal assaults of disease, are the middle-aged men of to-day, and every one of them has a thrilling story to tell. The boys of to-day read with interest the narratives of the boys of thirty years ago, and listen with their blood deeply stirred to the recital of the veteran of forty-five years, or even ff PREFACE younger, who brought back to his home only one arm or one leg. In his youth the author used to listen to the stories of several aged Revolutionary pensioners, one of whom had slept in the snows of Valley Forge, another who had been confined on board of the Jersey prison-ship, and a third who had been with Washington at the surrender of Corn- wallis. Not one lives to-day who fought in the battles of the Revolution; but a multitude of those who trod the battle-fields of the war that was finished twenty-seven years ago have taken their places, and have become as interesting to the present generation as the heroes of former wars were to the fathers and grandfathers of the boys and girls of to-day. In the official record of a certain regiment recruited up to the full standard, we find that 47.5 per cent of the non-commissioned officers and privates were under twenty-one years of age. We find a few in the list who were only sixteen and seventeen years. In this regiment, 7 PREFACE we find two captains only twenty-one years of age, and three lieutenants who were only twenty, This regiment was exceptional in regard to age. though we find that over twenty-five per cent of several companies, taken at random, were under age. Even boys of fourteen and fifteen were enlisted as musicians, "drummer boys," and served out their full term. It can, there- fore, be truthfully said, that those who were literally "boys" did their full and fair share in fighting for the Union. Perhaps even a larger proportion of minors served in the navy than in the army; and the record of some of them could be recited to prove that in those days boys be- came men prematurely, and distinguished them- selves by brave and daring deeds. The incidents of the story contained in this volume are suggested by actual occurrence during the Rebellion, though they are not absolutely historical details, but are as probable as many real events of the war. The enemy were busy in some of the Northern cities, and there were 8 PREFACE 9 many daring operations undertaken by them which justify the story in its principal features. Most of the characters have been introduced in the preceding volumes of the series; and in the succeeding volume the hero will be presented in a somewhat different field of action, though in whatever sphere he moves he will continue to be engaged in " FIGHTING FOR THE RIGHT." DORCHESTER, MASS., April 23, 1891. This page in the original text is blank. CONTENTS CHAPTER L A MYSTERIOUS VISITATION . . PAGE . 15 CHAPTER IL THE ABSCONDING MAIN-SERVANT. . . 26 CHAPTER IlL. CHRISTY PASSFORD IS UTTERLY CONFOUNDED . . 37 CHAPTER IV. THE SICK OFFICER IN THE STATEROOM . . 48 CHAPTER V. LIEUTENANT PASSFORD AND HIS APPARENT DOUBLE, CHAPTER VI. THE CONFERENCE IN THE CAPTAIN'S CABN , CHAPTER VII. THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE DECISIOx. I . 11 59 70 81 12 CONTENTS PAGU CHAPTER VIII. THE PRISONER OF WAR . . . . . . 92 CHAPTER IX. A MORAL PHILOSOPHER . . . . . . 103 CHAPTER X. A CHANGE OF QUARTERS IN THE CONFUSION . . 114 CHAPTER XL LYING OUT A PLAN OF OPERATIONS . . . . 125 CH APTER XIL A LESSON IN ORDINARY POLITENESS . . . 136 CHAPTER XIII. THE OPENING OF THE SECRET ORDERS. . . . 147 CHAPTER XIV. THE AFFRAY ON THE QUARTER-DECK OF THE BRONX, 158 CHAPTER XV. A REBELLIOUS AND PREJUDICED PRISONER 1. 89 CHAPTER XVI. THE DISPOSAL OF THE PRISONERS.. . 180 CHAPTER XVIL Tax SECOND AND THIRD LIEUTENANTS , . . 191 CONTENTS CHAPTER XVIII. A BATTLE ON A SMALL SCALE CHAPTER XIX. THE SKIPPER OF TIIE, SLOOP MAGNOLIA CHAPTER XX. AN EXPEDITION TO ST. ANDREW's BAY CHAPTER XXI. A NON-COMBATANT ON BOARD THE BRONX CHAPTER XXLI. THE STRANGER IN TIIE CAPTAIN'S CABIN CHAPTER XIII. A VERY IMPUDENT DECLARATION . CHAPTER XXIV. A CRITICAL SITUATION IN THE CABIN CHAPTER XXV. . . 213 . 224 . , 235 . 246 . 257 . . 268 THE DESTRUCTION OF A PRO.MINENT FACIAL MEMBER, CHAPTER XXVI. TUE MEETING WITH THE BELLEVITE AT NIGHT . CHAPTER XXVII. THE PLANNING OF AN EXPEDITION . CHAPTER XXV1II. TIE NEGRO VILLAGE ON TIlE ISLE GRANDE TERRE, 13 PACR . 202 279 290 301 312 14 CONTENTS rAGE CHAPTER XXIX. A PROFESSIONAL VISIT TO THE FORT . . . . 323 CHAPTER XXX. THE ATTACK UPON THE FORT. . . 334 CHAPTER X=XX. A WOUNDED COMMANDER . . M . . 345 STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER I A MYSTERIOUS VISITATION "WHO'S there " demanded Christy Passford, sitting up in his bed, in the middle of the night, in his room onl the second floor of his father's palatial mansion on the Hudson, where the young lieutenant was waiting for a passage to the Gulf. There was no answer to his inquiry. "' Who's there " he repeated in a louder tone. All was as still as it ought to be ill the middle of the night, and no response came to his second inquiry. The brilliant young officer, who had just passed his eighteenth birthday, knew what it was even better than an older person to pass a whole night on difficult duty, without a wink of sleep, for he had been accustomed to spend a portion of every night in planking the deck oIn his wvatch; but at Bonnydale, his quiet homle, far removed 15 STAND BY THE UNION from the scenes of actual conflict, he was an inidus- trious sleeper, giving his whole attention to his slumbers, as a proper preparation for the stirring scenes in which he was again about to engage. He slept soundly; but he had dreamed that some one opened the door of his room, or somne one had actually done so. He was not a believer in dreams, and when an impression had fastened itself upon his mind, he was inclined to investigate It. It seemed to him that he had been awakened from his sleep by the opening of the door of his chamber. Some member of the family might be sick, and he might be needed to go for the doctor, or for some other service. He leaped from his bed when no answer came to his second demand, lighted his lamp, and put on his trousers. With the light in his hand, he opened the door; but there was no one there, and not a sound of any kind could be heard. He walked about the hall in his bare feet, and listened attentively at the doors of several of the chambers, especially at that of Mr. Pembroke, the invalid gentleman whom, with his daughter, he had brought home as a passenger in the captured Vixen. 16 A MYSTERIOUS VISITATION Christy heard nothing, and he silently descended the stairs to the lower hall. All was as quiet there as upon the floor above, andl he had begun to think that the impression he had received had been given him in a dream, though he could not remember that he had been dreaming. But when he came to the front door, he found it was ajar. It was usually secured by a spring lock, and those who were liable to be out in the evening were provided with night-keys. At the present time his father was in 'Washing- ton, and he could not have neglected to close the door. He had been to the railroad station to meet the last train, thinking it possible that his father might return, and he was confident that he had been the last to enter the house. He was very sure that he had not left the door unfastened, and this assurance made him confident that some per- son had entered the house. The noise at the door of his chamber was not an illusion or a dream. though it had been made by closing rather than by opening it, or he would have been likely to find the intruder in his room whene he lighted his lamp. It seemed to him to be a matter of course that the midnight visitor had come into the mansion 1.7 STAND BY THE UNION for the purpose of plundering its occupants, or of securing the valuables it contained. Putting his lamp on the table, he went out upon the veranda, and looked all about him. The grounds were very extensive, and a broad avenue led to the street. It was very dark; but as lie cast his eyes inl the direction of the grand entrance to the estate, he discovered some dark object in motion; but lie lost sight of it in a moment. It was a living being, or it would not move, and he was certain that he had made a discovery. Then two regrets flashed through his mind as he stepped down from the veranda; the first, that he had not put on his shoes before he left his cham- ber, and the second, that he had not taken his pistols, for a bullet Would travel a great deal faster than a barefooted officer, even of the ULnited States Navy. But he ran with all his speed to the street, to the great detriment of his uncovered feet. He reached the grand entrance in an exceedingly short space of time; but he might as well have lveni in his chamber, for no ruffian, robber, or Confederate spy could be seen. He had no means of knowing which way the intruder at the mansion is A MYSTERIOUS VISITATION had turned, to the right or the left, or whether, like the timid colored gentleman in a trying situation, lie had taken to the woods. Christy walked up the street, and then down the street; but the under- blush had recently been cut in the grove, and he did not venture to explore it without any pro- tection for his feet. He peered into the gloom of the night with all his eyes, and listened with all his ears for over an hour; and then, watchful and careful officer as lie was, there were five hundred chances against him to one in his favor, of finding the intruder, and he reluctantly returned to the mansion. Like the other male occupants of the house, the lieutenant wvas provided with a night-key. For one who had only just developed a tolerably thriving mustache, Christy was a prudent and methodical young gentleman. As a part of his method, he had a great many small drawers in his rooms, and a dozen or more keys; but he had never lost them, for the reason that he carried them chained to his nether garment. But lie had two sets of keys, one for the house, and one for the ship. He had taken the night-key from the former, and put it in his vest pocket; and when he 19 STAND BY THE UNION reached the front door of the mansion, the key he wanted was in his chamber, and he had been careful to shut the door when he left the house. He could not get in, and he walked around the building to find a window which had not been closed. His mother had a reasonable dread of robbers, and she always looked out for the win- dows before she retired. He did not wish to arouse the family by ringing the great gong bell, but it was too cold to spend the rest of the night out-doors in his half-clothed condition, for he was as liable to take a severe cold as any less brilliant individual, and he might have to spend a month in his chamber, instead of reporting to the flag- officer of the Eastern Gulf squadron, in command of the Bronx. He rang the bell, and the sound from it rever- berated through the entire mansion. It was some time before a servant came to open the door; but the man who let him in was astonished to see him partially dressed, and wondered if he had not been walking in his sleep. In the lower hall, he was satisfied that the whole house was astir, for the gong which had sounded was the " emergency 20 A MYSTERIOUS VISITATION bell," used only when the ordinary one at the front door was not likely to be heard. "Walsh! " called Mrs. Passford from the head of the stairs. "Yes, ma'am," replied the man who had ad- mitted Christy, and who was still wondering what fit, freak, or fancy had beset the young officer. "Who is it What is the matter " demanded the lady of the mansion, in tones which indicated anxiety if not alarm. "It is Mr. Christy, ma'am; nothing is the mat- ter," replied Walsh; but then he appeared to think that lie had replied without proper consideration, and he revised his speech. "I don't know that anything's the matter, ma'am," and still he gazed at the young gentleman, as though he deemed it possible that he had suddenly gone crazy. "1 Nothing is the matter, mother," called Christy. "I am all right." " But why are you out at this time of night, my son It is nearly two o'clock in the morning," said Mrs. Passford, as she descended the stairs. "You are not half dressed, Christy." "But I am all right, mother, and there is not the least reason to worry about anything, for the 21 STAND BY THE UNION ship is not going to the bottom just yet," replied Christy, indulging in a forced laugh to assist in quieting his mother's fears. " But why are you out doors at this time of night " Mrs. Passford insisted. "' You will catch a cold that will lay you up, if you go out in that condition." "I should not have rung that bell if f had not been afraid of taking cold," added the son. "But, Christy, something has happened; and you must tell me about it, or I shall not sleep another wink to-night," persisted the lady, con- cluding that her son was trying to conceal some- thing from her, as indeed he was, for he feared it would alarm her if he told her some one had come into the house. ";There is nothing to be frightened about, mother; and I wili tell you all about it," added Christy, as he took his overcoat from the stand and put it on. "I waked an hour ago, or more, with the idea that some one had opened the door of my room," and he related the circumstances to his mother, including his search in the grounds and the road. "Do you think any one came into the house " 22 A MYSTER11IOUTS VISITATION asked Mrs. Passford, though with but little of the womlanl's terror that such a statement might have caused. "That is my decided opinion. A noise at my chamber door woke me; I found the front door ajar, though I know I closed it when I caine ii last night, and I saw something moving dovn the avenue, which could only have been a man. Of course, I conclude that it was a burglar; but none of us have been killed or harmed." Christy went to his room and completed his toilet. The house was warm, and he was soon coin- fortable enough after the out-door chill. By this time Mliss Florry Passford had put in an appear- ance in the upper hall, with Bertha Pembroke. The alarm was again briefly explained, and tlhe invalid gentleman was assured that nothing alarm- big, had occurred. Then the young lieutenant anl his mother proceeded to ascertain what the burglar had accomplished in the house. On the lower floor nothing appeared to have been disturbed. In the lpLrlor a gold watch, adorned with diamonds, had been left onl the table by Florry, who had forgotten it; but it had not been taken. The burglar could vot have helped 23 STAND BY THE UNION seeing it if he had explored the house as such gentiy do on such occasions. In the dining-room no attempt to open the steel safe set in the wall, which contained a vast amount of silver, jewelry, money, and other valuables, had been made. In a word, wherever they examined the rooms, no sign of any depredations could be discovered. The burglar did not appear to have lunched in the pantry where some choice viands had been placed. The robber had certainly been very con- siderate, and had done no mischief either for plunder or diversion. He had evidently, in the opinion of Mrs. Passford and her son, undertaken a profitless enterprise. " But what could have been his object in coming into the house" asked the bewildered lady. ,,I shall have to give it up, mother." " He might have taken Florry's watch, she was so careless as to leave on the table in the sitting- room," added she. "But he did not." "He could not have been disturbed until you spoke to him; and he might have ransacked the whole of the lower part of the house." " But he did not." 24 A MYSTERIOUS VISITATION They had given up the examination of the premises, and given up the conundrum, and Christy was leading the way up-stairs. He went into his room, followed by his mother. "He must have come into your room, my son, or you would not have heard him at the door. Perhaps he has robbed you," suggested Mrs. Passford. The young officer declared lhe had nothing there to steal. As he spoke, he took from his coat pocket on the bedpost an envelope containing his commission and other papers. It was safe; so were his purse and watch. The mystery was not solved till Christy em- barked for the Gulf. 9-5 STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER II THE ABSCONDING MAN-SERVANT LIEUTENANT CHRISTOPHER PASSFORD, in his two years' experience in the navy, had been under the fire of the enemy too many times to be intimidated by a burglar, and he felt a certain contempt for the midnight marauder, who had entered the mansion and disturbed his restful slumbers. He returned to his bed, therefore, and slept like a marine till the call bell woke him in the morning. As he dressed himself he could not help think- ing of the mysterious visitation, and he asked himself a great many questions in regard to the object of the intruder, since it did not appear that he had entered the house for the purpose of robbing its occupants. He could not determine whether or not the fellow had actually come into his room; but his porte-monuaie, which contained a considerable sum of money, and his gold 26 THE ABSCONDING MAN-SERVANT repeater, a very valuable watch, were just where he had left them the night before. In the breast pocket of his uniform coat he found the envelope which contained his comnmis- sion as a lieutenant, received only two days before his orders, and some other papers. As a precau- tion against inquisitive persons, if the package should happen to be mislaid in the house, he had applied some mucilage in the library, and resealed the envelope. It had not been tampered with so far as he could discover, and he returned it to the pocket. The mysterious visitor at the mansion, whoever or whatever he was, could not be regarded as a burglar, or, if he wvas, he had strangely neglected his opportunities, for he had failed to appropriate at least five hundred dollars worth of wvatches and money, which he could hardly have helped seeing. His object was not plunders and there was nothincg to indicate the purpose of his visit. In retiring0 from the house the intruder had left the front door ajar: and Christy thought it would have been the most natural thing in the world to close it, in order to conceal the way by which lie biad left the mansion. But he might have done this to avoid 27 STAND BY THE UNION the noise of shutting it, or had neglected it in his haste to escape. When he had completed his toilet Christy looked at his watch, and was rather surprised to find that it was a full hour later than usual when the call bell had been rung. He went down-stairs, and found his mother and Florry very busy in the dining-room, setting the table. This was the man's work, and the young officer was astonished to see his mother and sister doing it. "' What has broken now, mother" asked the lieutenant, glancing from one to the other of the busy couple. 1 I don't know that anything has broken," replied Mrs. Passford, with a smile, after she had said good-morning to her son. " You and Florry are not in the habit of setting the table, mother; and the first bell rang an hour later than usual," added Christy. "We were all disturbed last night, and I did not wake till the cook knocked at my door. She told me she could not find Walsh, and breakfast had been ready half an hour. That is the reason why everything is late this morning," Mrs. Passford explained. 28 THE ABSCONDING MAN-SERVANT "But where is Walsh " inquired Christy. "I am sure I do not know. I called in the coachman, and he has been to his room and looked all over the place without finding him." "1 That is very odd," mused the officer, wonder- ing whether this sudden disappearance had any- thing to do with the principal event of the precedinrg night. "Peach says he has taken his valise with him, which indicates that he has gone for good." "; Who is Peach " asked Christy, who had been at home so little that he hardly knew the names of the servants. " He is the coachman. I am not sorry that Walsh has gone, for he has saved me the trouble of discharging him. WVilder, who had been with us so many years, took it into his head to enlist in the army, and I was not willing to le1suade him to shirk his duty. Walsh has not been here quite two weeks. IHe said he was born in the West Indies; but he was always prying into matters that did not concern him, and I have several times found him standing at the door when we were talking about family matters. I reproved him for it; but it did no good. Your father 29 STAND BY THE UNION intended to discharge him as soon as he returned from Washington." Christy went to the library, and busied himself in considering whether or not the sudden departure of Walsh had any connection with the mysterious midnight intruder. The two events had been near together in point of time; but he could establish no other relation between them. Then it flashed upon his mind that the man-servant had been the person who had opened or closed his door, and visited his room; but he wvas sure he had seen a man near the grand entrance of the estate. He had been all around the house, and Walsh could not have escaped his observation. He had answered the bell, and admitted him after his search. He concluded that the servant was not the person who had disturbed his slumbers. The morning mail brought a letter from Captain Passford, informing the family that he was detained in Washington, and that he could not be at hoine to say good-by to his son, who was to leave that day in the store ship Vernon. He wrote a special letter to Christy, containing not only his adieux, but the good advice he would otherwise have given him in person. 30 THE ABSCONDING MAN-SERVANT The breakfast was rather a sad gathering on account of this parting, for Christy was to leave in another hour. Bertha Pembroke and her father were quite as sad as the mother and sister, and the young officer did his best to cheer up the family and the guests. He tried to make them laugh, but he found it was up-hill work. " You will be in command of a steamer, Christy, when you reach the Gulf. I hope you will not be rash, and try to do too much," said Mrs. Passford, as they rose from the table. "I don't think I am ever rash, mother; and if I have been exceedingly fortunate, it was more because the circumstances favored me than because I ran great risks," replied Christy very seriously, for he was sensitive on the point his mother had brought up. " Father has said a great deal to me on this subject, and I have always done my best to carry out his principles. It is not my fault that I have a friend at court, and have had oppor- tunities that have not been offered to many others. But the tide may turn against me on my next cruise." " I hope it will not, my son," added his mother very earnestly. 31 STAND BY THE UNION " No one knows what is going to happen, and I may spend the next year or two in a Confederate prison. I don't think my Uncle Homer would cry his eyes out if such should be my fate, for he has lost several vessels and cargoes of cotton on my account,' returned Christy. "' But I am sure he has no ill-will against you." "I don't think he has." "By the way, Christy, have you heard anything from him or his family lately " asked Mrs. Passford. " Not a word, and I am not likely to hear from them. Corny Passford was exchanged, and sent back to the South a year ago or more; and I have no idea what has become of him since." After breakfast Christy packed his valise, where he placed the new uniform in which he intended to present himself on the quarter-deck of the Bronx. The carriage was at the door to convey him to the railroad station. The pIarting was not less tender than it had been on former similar occasions, and Mrs. Passford preferred that it should be in the house rather than at the railroad station, in the presence of curious observers. Many tears were shed after the carriage drove off, 32 THE ABSCONDING IANA-SERVANT for the patriotic young man might find a grave in southern soil, or beneath southern waters. The young lieutenant choked down his emo- tions, and tried to think of the future; his case was not different from that of hundreds of thou- sands of others who had gone forth to fight the battles of their country, many thousands of whom slumber in hallowed graves far away from home and friends. As the train moved on towards the great city, he obtained the command of his emotions, and felt a new inspiration of patriotic ardor. On his arrival in New York he hastened across the ferry to the navy-yard. As he approached the opposite shore, he discovered a steamer getting under way. He had not seen the vessel on board of which he was ordered to report as a passenger, but when he asked a deck hand what the steamer was, he was informed that it was the Vernon. The ferry-boat had just gone into the slip, and Christy was terribly startled to learn that he was late. He was still two hours ahead of the time indicated in his orders, and the Vernon was actually getting under way. The young officer was more excited than he had 33 STAND BY THE UNION ever been in the face of the enemy, for the present looked like a case in which his honor was at stake. He felt that it would be his ruin if the Vernon sailed without him. There had been some mistake in his orders, or in those of the commander of the store ship, and he was likely to be the sufferer for it. He rushed to the stern end of the ferry-boat in order to obtain a better view of the steamer; and at this moment he discovered a boat, pulled by one man, headed towards the navy-yard. "Boat, ahoy ! " shouted Christy, with almost frantic earnestness. "11On board the ferry-boat! " replied the man, resting on his oars. "Five dollars if you will put me on board of That steamer before she gets off! " added the officer. "fI'm the one for your money," returned the oarsman, as he headed his boat into the slip. Without much difficulty Christy dropped his valise into the boat, and then dropped himself in after it. The belated passenger cast an earnest look at the Vernon, which had just begun to move, though at a snail's pace, and he hoped he should be able to got on board of her. 34 THE ABSCONDING M1AN-SERVANT "Naval officer, sir " interrogated the boatman. ",Yes; but I have no time to spare, and you must not stop to talk," replied Christy rather sharply. "Time enough, sir; if you are going on board of the Vernon, and I will give you one of my oars if I don't put you on her deck," said the boatman very positively. "1I hope you are nimble with your feet and hands, sir." "1 I will take care of that part of the matter if you will put me alongside the steamer," answered Christy. "No more talk, if you please, for you are wasting your wind." " I have plenty of it for this job. You said five dollars, I believe, sir," added the man, looking earnestly at his passenger. " Five dollars is just what I said," replied the lieutenant, as he took a bill of that denomination from his porte-monnaie, rolled it around the boat- hook, and fixed it so that it should not blow away. " Thank you, sir," said the rower, as he pulled with more vigor even than before, and did not say another word till the boat was alongside the Vernon. Christy found a rope hanging over the side, to 35 36 STAND BY THE UNION which the boatman attached his valise, the young officer going up the line hand over hand as though he was used to that sort of thing. The oarsman secured his five-dollar bill, and Christy hauled up his valise. He felt that he had saved himself from the dishonor of failing to obey his orders, and he looked about him for some one who would be able to explain to him how the steamer happened to be sailing two hours before the time named in his orders. Three or four sailors were at work in the waist, where the lieutenant came on board; and Christy was not a little astonished to observe that Walsh, the absconding man-servant, was one of them. CHRISTY PASSFORD CONFOUNDED CHAPTER III CHRISTY PASSFORD IS UTTERLY CONFOUNDED TnE appearance of Walsh, fully dressed in the garb of a seamain. was so great a surprise to Chlristy I'awsford, that lie hardlly noticed aniy other person on the deck of the Vernon. He had given no particular attention to the man when he saw him at his father's house, though he regarded him as a very good-looking and intelligent person for one in the situation in which he found him. The absconding man-servant had certainly made good use of his time since he left Bonlydale, for lhe appeared to have become a full-fledged sailor in the space of ten hours. For the size of the steamer, she seemed to be manned by a very large crew; but the letter lie had received from his father that morningo informed him that the greater part of the crew of the Bronx had been transferred to other vessels upon more active service, and that a large number of seamen 41 37 STAND BY THE UNION were to be sent immediately to reinforce the squadron. This was not pleasant intelligence, for he had become acquainted with all on board of the Bronx, and he would have preferred to begin his permanent service as commander with the former ship's company of the little steamer. However, the exigencies of the service required the change, and he could not complain. It was probable that the greater part of his new crew would be made up from the men now on board of the Vernon; and this belief caused him to regard these men with more interest than lie might otherwise have done. He had no fault to find after the glance lie had bestowed upon them, for they presented a very trim appearance in their new uniform, and looked a great deal more tidy than they would after they had been on duty a few weeks. Lieutenant Passford was on board of the Vernon, and he had no further solicitude in regard to a literal obedience to his orders. The commander of the steamer, whoever he was, did not appear to have noticed the new arrival, and no one gave any attention to Christy. He walked forward to take a better view of the crew, and the seamen touched 38 CHRISTY PASSFORD CONFOUNDED their caps to the shoulder straps of a lieutenant with which he had been careful to ornament his coat. The men at work in the waist finished their task as Christy was returnting from his prome- nade, with the intention of p)resenting himself to the commander. Among those who saluted him in proper form wvas Walsh. He seemed to be a little diffident about encountering the son of his late employer, and turned his face away as he touched his cap. But the officer had fully identi- fled him, and spoke to him, calling him by name. The sailor made no reply; but Christy had placed himself directly before him, and he could not escape without a breach of discipline. '"I spoke to you, Walsh," said the lieutenant, in the tone he had learned to use when he in- tended to enforce respect and obedience. "I beg your pardon, sir; my name is not Walsh," replied the sailor, with all the deference the occasion required. " Your name is not Walsh! ' exclaimed Christy with a frown. "No, sir; that is not my name, and I supposed that you spoke to some other man," pleaded the late man-servant of the mansion at Bonnydale. 39 STAND BY THE UNION TIlhe lieutenant gazed earnestly into the face of the sailor, for he was willing to admit to himself the possibility of a mistake. Walsh, or whatever his name might have been, was a man of robust formn, not more than an inch or two short of six feet in height. He was clean-shaved, with the exception of his upper lip, whereon he sported a rather longl dark brown mustache, of which a Broadway dandy might have been vain. As a servant, he had been rather obsequious, though Christy had observed that he used very good language for one in his menial position. As the officer examined his form and features, and espe- cially regarded the expression in general, he was satisfied that he could not be mistaken. c1 I did not speak to another man; I spoke to you," added Christy, as he intensified the gaze with which he confronted the man, resorting to the tactics of a sharp lawyer in the cross-exami. nation of an obdurate witness. "1I ask your pardon, sir, but you called me Welch, or some such name," replied the late servant, as Christy was sure he was in spite of his denial. "1 I called you Walsh; and that is the name to 40 CHRISTY PASSFORD CONFOUNDED which you responded at two o'clock this morning," persisted the lieutenant. "' That is not my name, sir; and I refer you to the ship's papers to prove it. I am not the man to be ashamed of my name, which is not Welch or Walsh, sir, if you will excuse me for saying so." "Will you deny that you were employed as a servant at the house of Captain Passford, at Bonnydale on the Hudson " demanded Christy, with not a little energy in his tones and manner. "Where, sir, if you please " asked the sailor, with a sort of bewildered look. ",At Bonnydale ! " "'Boddyvale I never heard of the place before in my life, sir," answered the runaway servant. Possibly the man under examination was not wholly responsible for his distortion of the name of Captain Passford's estate, as Christy was begin- ning to reap the penalty of his imprudence the night before, in exposing himself barefooted and half-clothed to the chill midnight air, and was developing a cold in the head that already affected his enunciation. "Bonnydale! " repeated the officer, after using his handkerchief, and thus improving his utterance of the word. 41 STAND BY THE UNION "I never heard of the place before, sir," per- sisted the seaman. "Byron called a boatswain's mate from the forecastle. "1 That's my name - Byron, sir, at your service," said the man, as he touched his cap to the lieuten- ant, and rushed forward in answer to the call of his superior, evidently glad to escape from the inquisition to which he had been subjected. "1 On deck! " he added, as he made his way to the fore- castle. Christy was a passenger on board of the Vernon, and he had nothing to do. The commanding officer appeared to be engaged in the details of his duty, though the steamer was in charge of a pilot. He could see from his shoulder straps that he was an ensign, and the officers in the waist and on the forecastle were of the same rank. If there were any other passengers on board of the vessel who were commissioned officers, they were not visible on the deck, though they might be in their staterooms, arranging their affairs for the voyage. The young lieutenant leaned against the rail, and gave himself up to the consideration of what 42 CHRISTY PASSFORD CONFOUNDED had occurred since he came on board. He had been bewildered by one mystery the night before, and he could not help asking himself if the con- duct of Walsh had anything to do with the visit of the intruder at Bonnydale. He could not trace out any connection between the two events; but, on the other hand, he was unable to satisfy himself that the mysterious visit, the sudden dis- appearance of the man-servant, and the denial of his identity by the latter, were not in some manner related to each other. He had no premises on which to base an argu- ment for or against one thing or another. All was dark to him, and he could not get hold of anything. After he had raised up a variety of suppositions, and combated vigorously with them, the darkness seemed only to become more dense, and he was compelled to abandon the sub- ject without arriving at any reasonable explanation. Under the instruction of his father-, lie had culti- vated "a judicial mind," vhich compelled him to reject all mere speculation. Christy was not disposed to believe that he was a brilliant officer, or to accept unchallenged the extravagant. praise that had been bestowed upon 43 STAND BY THE UNION him. He endeavored to follow the Gospel injunc- tion " not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think." But while he tried to keep the flower of modesty in full bloom in his soul, he could not deny that he had given the enemies of his country a great deal of trouble, and subjected them to some heavy losses. Then he recalled the conspiracy on board of the Bronx while he was acting-commander of her; and though it was for the interest of the Confederacy to get rid of so active an officer, he believed it was the vessel and not himself that the conspirators desired to obtain. Before the Vernon reached The Narrows, every- thing on her deck had been put, in order by the large crew, and less activity prevailed on board. Christy thought it was time for him to report to the commander, and he moved aft for this purpose. He did not even know the name of this gentleman, and he saw no one to introduce him formally; but the ensign in command had doubtless received an order to take him as a passenger to the Gulf. Before he reached the sacred limits of the quarter-deck, Christy met a quartermaster, of whom be inquired the name of the commander. " He has a good name for the captain of a fight- 44 CHRISTY PASSFORD CONFOUNDED ing ship," replied the petty officer, respectfully touching his cap to the shoulder straps of the inquirer. "The commander is Captain Battle- ton." "' Captain Battleton," repeated Christy, to assure himself that he had correctly understood the name. "1 Captain Battleton," added the quartermaster. "I hope you are feeling better to-day, sir." ";I am feeling very well to-day, except that I have started a cold in the head," replied Christy, astonished at this display of interest in the state of his health. "I am glad to hear it, sir, for you appeared to be quite sick last night when you came on board," added the quartermaster. "Did 1, indeed I was not aware of it. I came on board last night I was not aware of that fact," said Christy. The petty officer did not hear his remarks, for he had been called by the second lieutenant in the waist, and, with a touch of his cap, hastened away. The lieutenant ol)ened his eyes very wide, as he looked down at the seams, in the deck, and won- dered whether he wvere asleep or awake. He bad been quite sick, and lhe had coru2 on board the 44 STAND BY THE UNION night before ! It was very strange that he was not at all aware of either of these facts. He felt reasonably confident that lie had slept in his own chamber at Bonnydale the night before, and at that time he was certainly in a very robust state of health, however it might be at the present moment. Even now, he could not complain of anything more severe than an embryo cold in the head, which the medicine his mother had given him would probably reduce to a state of subjection in a day or two. At first, he was disposed to be amused at the answers the quartermaster had given him, for it was evident to him then that he had been mistaken for another person. It looked as though some offi- cer had come on board, and reported under his name, for he had not yet learned anything in regard to the gentleman who had appeared to be quite sick when he reported himself. It had the elements of another mystery in it. But the petty officer could easily have made an honest mistake; and this was the solution he accepted, without botheringhis bewildered brain any further about it. The commander appeared to be less occupied at this moment than he had been before, and Christy 46 CHRISTY PASS FORD CONFOUNDED stepped forward to the quarter-deck, and politely saluted him. Captain Battleton was not less punctilious in his etiquette. He was a young man, though he was apparently six or seven years older than Christy. He was an ensign, and looked like a gentleman who was likely to give a good account of himself when he weas called to more active duty than that of commanding a store ship. "'Good-morning, Lieutenant Passford!' said Captain Battleton, as he extended his hand to his passenger. "I am glad to see that you are better." Christy was utterly confounded at this salu- tation 47 8 STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER IV THE SICK OFFICER IN THE STATEROOM CAPTAIN BATTLETON spoke to Christy as though he had met him before, and needed no intro- duction. He was glad to see that the young officer was better, which indicated that he had been sick. He was confounded by the situation, for he had not been sick an hour, and he had never seen the commander of the Vernon in his life. The petty officer had told him that he appeared to be quite sick when. he came on board the night before. What he had learned within the last few moments was even more perplexing than the mysterious visitation at Bonnydale. Then the appearance of Walsh on board, and his denial of his identity, were still in his mind, and he wondered whether or not all these strange cir- f('unstaiIc es had any connection. But he w-.as standing in the presence of the commander of 48 THE SICK OFFICER IN THE STATEROOM 49 the steamer, and he had no time to reach a con- clusion of any kind, satisfactory or otherwise. Christy took the offered hand of Captain Battleton, and looked earnestly into his face to determine whether he had ever seen him before; but the face was entirely new to him. He was quite confident that he had never seen the com- mander before. There was something rather ludicrous in the situation, and he felt as though he was taking part in a farce; at any rate, there was nothing serious or compromising in it, and in spite of the confusion in his mind, he could not help smiling. a I thank you, Captain Battleton, for your very kind interest in the state of my health, but with the exception of the first signs of a cold in the head, I never was better in my life, " said Christy in reply to the salutation of the commander, still holding his hand. "' Then you have improved wonderfully since last evening," added Captain Battleton. "I am glad to be informed of the fact, for I am not conscious of any such improvement as you describe. In fact, I am not in quite so good condition in a sanitary point of view as I was STAND BY THE UNION last evening, for I took my cold about midnight, or a little later, last night," added Christy, his smile becoming a little more pronounced. It was now the turn of Captain Battleton to be puzzled, if not mystified, by the statement of his passenger, and lie looked inquiringly into his face as if to ascertain if he was not the victim of a practical joke. But naval officers on duty are not given to pleasantries; and if he had any such suspicion, he banished it at once, for there was nothing in the appearance of the lieutenant to warrant it. "Pardon me, Mr. Passford, but were you not sick when you came on board of the Vernon last evening " asked the commander, with some- thing like a frown upon his brow as the situation became more bewildering. ",If you will excuse me for making an indirect reply, captain, I did not come on board of the Vernon last evening," answered Chiisty, his smile becoming still more decided; and if he had not been on the quarter-deck of a vessel in service, he might have suspected that he was himself the victim of a practical joke. "You did not come on board of the Vernon no THE SICK OFFICER IN THE STATEROOM 51 last evening!" exclaimed Captain Battleton, gaz- ing very earnestly into the face of his passenger. " I did not, captain," replied Christy quietly, though he was amused rather than disquieted by the earnestness of the commander. "You did not" "Certainly not; and if my simple affirmation is not enough, I could prove that I slept in my father's house at Bonnydale last night, took my breakfast there this morning, and was in the city of New York at ten o'clock this forenoon," answered Christy, in the best of humor. "This is very strange," said Captain Battleton, fixing his gaze upon the planks on which he stood, possibly considering whether he or his passenger was dreaming or out of his head. "If I were still at Brooklyn doubtless I could find the boatman who put me on board of the Vernon not more than an hour ago," continued Christy, willing to convince his auditor that he was entirely in earnest in his statement. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Passford, but I did not intend to question the truth of your reply to my question," said the commander, fear- ing that he had overstated his doubts. "I am STAND BY THE UNION simply bewildered, confused, confounded by this interview." "So am I, captain, " added the lieutenant, laughing outright at the perplexity in which both of them were involved. "I have told you the simple truth in regard to my movements." "1 And you did not come on board of the Vernon last evening " " Emphatically I did not." "You were not sick last evening" "I was not; not even as sick as I am at this moment," replied Christy, using his handkerchief. " I don't understand it," said Captain Battleton, shaking his head. "Now, captain, will you permit me ask what you do not understand, for I assure you I am profoundly ignorant of the situation which per- plexes you. I was ordered to be on board of the Vernon at one o'clock, and I found her under way at eleven. I happened to find a boatman before I left the ferry-boat, who put me on board, or I should have missed my passage. That is simply all I know about the matter." "When I called upon you in your stateroom this morning, you told me that " - 52 THE SICK OFFICER IN THE STATEROOM 53 " I beg your pardon, Captain Battleton, but I have not been in any stateroom, sick or well, on board of the Vernon, and I respectfully suggest that it was quite impossible for you to have called upon me this morning, or at any other time," Christy interposed, very pleasantly, though quite as perplexed as the commander. " Of course I shall not raise an issue as to your veracity, Mr. Passford, but after the statement you have made to me, I must change the form of my phraseology," continued the commander, using a smile to cover any possible doubts or suspicions in his mind. "When I called at the stateroom of the officer who reported on board last evening as Lieutenant Christopher Passford, he told me that I was expected to get under way and proceed to my destination as soon as the officer and the seamen were on board." "Did he bring you an order to this effect" asked Christy more seriously. "He did not, and perhaps I have made a mis- take, though my superior officer told me at the yard that it would be safe for me to obey the verbal order," replied Captain Battleton, looking somewhat troubled. STAND BY THE UNION " I have no intention to meddle with what does not concern me, captain. It appears that Lieutenant Passford has already reported to you," said Christy; and this was the astounding fact to him of the situation. He was absolutely confident that he was himself Lieutenant Christopher Passford, and as absolutely confident that the other officer could not be that person, whoever else he might be. The com- mander appeared to be considering what Christy had suggested to him in regard to his orders, and the passenger had a minute or two to think of the situation in which he found himself placed. But what was the use to think of it Hle was at the end of a blind alley, where there was no light from any direction except that by which he had entered it. He had no premises from which to reason, and it was useless to consider the matter. "Mr. Passford, I find myself placed in a very unpleasant position," said the commander, after he had deliberated a few minutes. "' I have stated the facts to you; and the deduction I have to draw from them is, that I have two persons by the name of Lieutenant Passford on board." " That seems to me to be a correct deduction," added Christy. 54 THE SICK OFFICER IN THE STATEROOM 55 "1 The brilliant officer who bears this name is too well known to hide his light under a bushel. I have not the honor to be personally acquainted with him, and therefore I amn unable to decide which of the gentlemen who report to me under that name is the real one." Precisely so." "You will pardon me if I add that I think one or the other of them must be an impostor," added Captain Battleton with some diffidence. "1 That is a perfectly justifiable conclusion; and it rests with you to decide which is the genuine Lieutenant Passford, and which is the impostor,' replied Christy frankly. "1 You will be perfectly justified in calling upon both for all the evidence they are able to present. I suggest that each of them must carry his commission about him, as well as his orders from the department; and it seems to me that these documents will enable you to decide without any delay;" and Christy involuntarily put his hand upon his breast pocket, where he carried these valuable papers. He could feel the envelope that contained them, and he was satisfied of the triumph which awaited him when the evidence should be required of the STANDl BY THE UNION two claimants of the name. At the same time he felt that he was moving in a cloud of mystery, which had begun to enfold him in the middle of the preceding night. "' I thank you for the suggestion, Mr. Passford, and I must say that you seem to be entirely fair," said the commander. " If I am the impostor, I do not know myself; but I have no desire to forestall your decision. You saw the sick officer when he came on board last evening, and you have visited him in his stateroom to-day. Do I look enough like him to be taken for him" asked Christy with a smile, as he placed himself in an attitude to be scrutinized by the commander. "'I am sure that you do, sir; and when I saw you on the quarter-deck for the first time, I had no doubt you were the officer who came on board sick last evening," replied Captain Battleton. " That makes it all the more remarkable, for I was not aware that there was any officer in the navy who resembled me so closely," added Christy more bewildered than before, and beginning to scent a plot of some kind against him or his country. 56 THE SICK OFFICER IN THE STATEROOM 57 "1 I must say that any man who will take upon himself the position and reputation of the real Lieutenant Passford is a bold man, and even if he succeeds in taking his polace, lie will fail in playing the role." "' I should thank you, Captain Battleton, for the compliment, if I were not under suspicion of being some other person. May I ask when it will be convenient for you to settle the question, for it is not pleasant for me to feel that I am looked upon as even a possible impostor " "1 shall not regard you as an impostor, Mr. Passford, for I mean to be entirely impartial, and I shall not brand you even in thought until the evidence warrants me in doing so," replied the commander, as he called the surgeon who was just coming on deck. "H How do you find your patient, Dr. Connelly " ,,I find him -I thought I found him; but he appears to be on deck," replied the surgeon, as he fixed his gaze upon Christy, preluded by a start, dramatic enough to prove that he was astonished to find his patient was not in his room below. 11 I left him not five minutes ago, for I have not yet been able to discover what ails him. He STAND BY THE UNION complained of a severe headache and pains in his bones; but he has not a particle of fever, or any symptom of anything that I can discover. I am glad to see you on deck, Mr. Passford. How is your headache" "If I have had any headache, I have entirely recovered from it," replied Christy, laughing heartily. ." I came on board only an hour ago, doctor, and I have had no headache, thank you." "1 Looking at you more closely, I see that you are not my patient, and you will excuse me for giving you a headache. But you resemble my patient very closely," added the doctor. "1 I did not answer your question, Mr. Passford," interposed Captain Battleton. " In an hour we will settle the question." Christy seated himself and began to consider the strange situation. 58 LIEUTENANT PASSFORD AND HIS DOUBLE 59 CHAPTER V LIEUTENANT PASSFORD AND HIS APPARENT DOUBLE THE Vernon continued on her course, and in another hour the pilot had been discharged. Christy had puzzled his brains over the events of the day and the night before without being able to arrive at any satisfactory conclusion. He was extremely anxious to see the officer who had taken his name and assumed his character, as he was to obtain all the information within his reach. His reflections assured him that some one had chosen the role of an impostor for the purpose of accomplishing some treasonable object, and he was anxious to fathom the mystery for his country's sake rather than his own. Captain Battleton would soon begin his inves- tigation, and Christy was confident that the sick officer would be proved to be the impostor. He was not at all worried or even disturbed in regard STAND BY THE UNION to the result, for he felt that "truth is mighty and must prevail." His only solicitude was to unravel the plot. Bands of Confederates had been put on board of several steamers for the purpose of capturing them; and it was possible that this plan had been adopted to obtain pos- session of the Vernon, for she was a good vessel, and was fitted out as a man-of-war. It was plain enough to Christy that the remark- able attempt of one or the other of the officers on board as passengers to personate the other had been explained to those on the quarter-deck, for he observed that they all regarded him with curiosity, and were interested in the matter. As the surgeon passed near him he spoke to hirn. "Does your patient below seem to be improv- ing, doctor" he asked. " He still complains that his head and his bones ache, so that I cannot say he is improving," replied Dr. Connelly. "How old a man does he appear to be" "I should take him for a young man of twenty or twenty-one, but he says he is only eighteen. He is a very young officer to be put in charge of a steamer, for I understand that he is ordered 60 LIEUTENANT PASSFORD AND HIS DOUBLE 61 to the command of the Bronx. But then he has made a reputation as the commander of that vessel, which doubtless justifies his appointment." "Does he talk at all " "Oh, yes; he has told ine about some of his exploits; and as lhe seems to forget his aches when he speaks of them, I have encouraged him to talk as much as possible." " Is he really sick, doctor " asked Christy, With a smile which meant something. lile says lie is, and I have to take his word for it," replied the surgeon, with a corresponding smile. "I heard you tell the captain that you could not make out the nature of his malady." "I cannot so far, though that does not prove that he is not sick; but I will venture to say he could not get his discharge from the navy on his present symptoms. He may have drunk too much wine or whiskey recently, though he certainly was not in liquor when lie came on board." "How is your patient, Dr. Connelly" asked Captain Battleton, joining them at this moment. "About the same the last time I saw him. He STAND BY THE UNION ate all the toast I sent to him, and seemed to enjoy it. I don't think he is in a dangerous condition," replied the surgeon. ,,I am glad to hear it. Have you informed him that we have another lieutenant on board of the Vernon" continued the commander. ";No, captain: I have not. That is not my affair, and I don't meddle with what does not concern me." " An excellent rule. Is he aware of the fact that there is another Richmond in the field " "If he is, he has said nothing to me about the matter." "' Do you think he could go out into the cabin, doctor " asked the captain. ,I wish to see him on a matter of the utmost importance. Is he dressed" ";He is; he dressed himself this morning, and sits up part of the time." "Then you will oblige me by getting him into the cabin; I mean my cabin. I will be there in ten minutes." The surgeon went below, leaving the com- mander and Christy together. 62 LIEUTENANT PASSFORD AND HIS DOUBLE 63 "1 Can you make anything of this affair yet, Mr. Passford" asked Captain Battleton. " I can come to no conclusion in regard to it, though I may be able to do so when I have seen my double," replied Christy, whose curiosity in regard to the sick officer was strongly excited. "It looks like a conspiracy of some kind, but I can go no farther in the direction of a solution." The commander looked at his watch after they had conversed a little while longer, and then invited Christy to visit his cabin with him. The other Lieutenant Passford wvas seated in an armchair at the table. Christy looked at hinm with the deepest interest, but the back of the other was turned to him, and he did not get a full view of his face. The sick man was dressed in the naval uniform with the shoulder straps of a lieutenant. " I wish to introduce a gentleman to you Lieutenant Passford, let me make you acquainted with Lieutenant Passford," said the commander as he led the way into the captain's cabin. " Thank you, Captain Battleton; I shall be very happy to make the acquaintance of Lieu- tenant Passford," said the occupant of the cabin, STAND BY THE UNION rising as he spoke, and approaching Christy. "Corny Passford!" exclaimed the sick officer. "1 I did not expect to see you here. This gentleman is my own cousin, Captain Battleton, though I am. sorry to say that lie is a rebel; but for all that he is one of the finest fellows in the known world, and you will appreciate everything about him except his politics, which I do not admire myself." Christy Awas not stunned or overwhelmed by this impudent speech. He looked at the speaker, and promptly recognized his cousin Corny. He was astonished at the brazen assurance of the other, for he had always seemed to him to be a fairly modest young man. Corny extended his hand to Christy, and it was accepted. "I am very glad to see you, Corny," said lie of the South, "and not the less glad because the meeting is so unexpected." "It is certainly very unexpected on my part, Corny," replied Christy, who began to comprehend the object of his cousin; but there was something so ludicrous in the situation that he was more disposed to laugh than to look upon it seriously. "I I am very glad to see you, Corny,' continued 64 LIEUTENANT PASSFORD AND HIS DOUBLE 65 he who bore that name in reality. "I did not expect to find you on board of the Vernon. "How are uncle Homer, aunt Lydia, and Gerty " "I have not seen my uncle Homer for several months; but I had not the remotest idea that you had an uncle Homer," replied Christy, laugh- ing heartily, for the situation seemed so amusing to him that the serious part of his cousin's obvious plan had so far hardly dawned upon him. "I should like to inquire of you, as one good turn deserves another, in regard to the health of your father and mother and Gerty." "My father is quite well, but he left Bonnydale last Tuesday to go to Washington, and had not returned when I left home. Mly mother is quite well, and so is Florry," replied the sick officer, who did not appear to be suffering from a very severe headache just then, for he was quite cheerful and animated. "This appears to be a family party," interposed Captain Battleton, who was very much amused to hear each of the young officers call the other by the same name, and both of them appeared to be Corny Passford. STAND BY THE UNION " It is a family party, captain," replied the sick officer, smiling as cheerfully as though he had never had any practical knowledge of headache and pains in the bones, which was the description of his malady given to the surgeon. "As I have hinted before, my cousin Corny is a rebel of the first order; and you can imagine my astonishment at finding him in the uniform of a lieutenant on board a United States naval vessel." "Good, Corny!" exclaimed Christy, dropping upon the divan of the cabin and laughing heartily. " I can easily imagine your astonishment, Mr. Passford, for it seems to me to be a very remark- able state of things," added the captain, as he looked from one to the other of the claimants. " One thing seems to be admitted by both of you, that you are both Passfords, and that you are cousins." "So far we do not disagree by the breadth of a hair. My cousin Corny was raised in the South, while I was raised in the North," continued the sick passenger. "' I don't like to contradict my cousin, but I was brought up in the North," said Christy, hoping Captain Battleton would notice the difference in the phraseology. 66 LIEUTENANT PASSFORD AND HIS DOUBLE 67 "1 Then you were both brought up in the North," suggested the captain. "Not at all, for, as I said, my cousin Corny was brought up in the South, at Glenfield, near Mobile," protested the ailing officer, who was careful this time not to use the word "1 raised." "Where were you yesterday, Corny" asked Christy, suddenly suppressing his mirth. "I was in New York, preparing to come on board of the Vernon." "1 Then you were not at Bonnydale " demanded Christy sharply. "Of course I was there; but it was a pretty day, and I went to the city to attend to some affairs of mine," replied the sick man, with the first signs of embarrassment lie had exhibited. "In spite of the fact that it was a pretty day, I should think you would have spent your last day on shore with your mother and sister as I did," replied Christy. "I was sick, and I wished to be as near the Vernon as possible. I felt better in the afternoon and attended to my affairs; but I got bad again in the afternoon, and I came on board in the evening, for I was afraid I should not be able to STAND BY THE UNION do so in the morning," answered the invalid, becoming as lively as before. "Gentlemen, this seems to be a strange mud- dle," said the captain, who was not disposed to listen any longer to the sparring between the cousins. "At the suggestion of the lieutenant who came on board this forenoon, I have taken the earliest opportunity to settle the question as to which is the original and genuine Mr. Passford who was ordered on board of the Vernon as a passenger for the Gulf, and who, I am informed, is appointed to the command of the Bronx. I have not much time to spare, and if you do not object, I shall call in the first lieutenant and the surgeon to take part in this conference. I am perplexed, and I desire witnesses if not assistants in these proceedings." "I have not the slightest objection to the presence of as many officers as you may choose to call in," added the invalid. "'I shall be equally reasonable," said Christy. "The more witnesses there are the better it will suit me." Captain Battleton struck a bell on his table, and sent the steward who answered it to procure the 68 ,I1E',UTENANT PASSFORD AND HIS DOUBLE 69 attendance of the officers indicated, and they soon lresented themselves. "Gentlemen, Lieutenant Salisbury, the execu- tive officer of the Vernon," said the captain. ";Both of these gentlemen are Lieutenant Chris- topher Passford," he added, with a twinkle of the eye. "Dr. Connelly, you have both inet." "1 Are wve to understand that one of these officers is the double of the other " asked the first lieutenant, who seemed to be disposed to take in the situation as a pleasantry of the commander. "Hardly; both of them claim to be the same officer, and I have invited you to assist me in deciding which is the real Mr. Pa-ssford." The entire party then seated themselves at the table. STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER VI THE CONFERENCE IN THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN CerTAiN HORATIO PASSFORD lived at Bonny. dale on the Hudson. He was rich in several millions of dollars, but he was richer in the pos- session of a noble character, one of the most prominent traits of which was his patriotism. He had presented his large and fast-sailing steam yacht to the government of the nation at the beginning of the struggle. His motto was, "Stand by the Union," and from the first he had done everything in his power to sustain his country against the assaults of dissolution. He had a wife, a daughter, and a son, and his family were as patriotic as he was himself. At sixteen Christy, the son, had gone into the navy. He had learned to be a sailor and an engineer in his repeated cruises in the Bellevite, his father's large steam yacht, now a man-of-war in the navy. In two years the young man had worked his way up 70 0:6fffW ti::00:02 - E : : : Ah an t4 tSX:V- This page in the original text is blank. CONFERENCE IN THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN 71 to the rank of lieutenant. He was very large for his age, and his nautical and mechanical education had prepared him for service to a degree which made hlim almost a prodigy, though his courage and skill had been fully equalled, if not surpassed, by other naval officers not older than himself. Homer Passford, the only brother of his father, had early in life settled in Alabamia, and be- come a planter, where he had made a respect- able fortune, though he was a poor man compared with the northern brother. He had a wife, a son, and a daughter. At the beginning of the war of the Rebellionl he had promptly espoused the cause of the South, and fromi his point of view, he was fully as patriotic as his brother on the other side. He was ready to give himself, his son, and his fortune to the independence of the South. His character was quite as noble as that of his brother, and he had done all he could in person and with his wealth to insure the success of the Southern cause. His son Cornelius followed the lead of his father, and was faithful to the teachings given him in his southern home. He had enlisted as a soldier; but when it was found that he could be more service- STAND BY THE UNION able to the Confederacy in certain irregular enter' prizes, he was detached for this service. He had been engcaged in an attempt to capture the Belle- vite in connection with older and more skilful I)erso1s. The plan had failed, Corny had been severely wounded, and while on parole had lived at Blonnydale. From there he had been sent to a military prison, and had been exchanged. From that time, Christy knew nothing about him until he met him on board of the Vernon. Corny was two years older than Christy; but the latter looked even more mature than the former. The resemblance between them had hardly been noticed by the two families. though Christy had spent several months at different times at the plantation of his uncle. Bult the resemblance was noted and often spoken of by persons outside of the families, the meiribers of which, being in the habit of seeing them often together, did not notice the similarity of features and expression. Both of them resembled their fathers, who were often mistaken the one for the other in their early years. After he found that the sick officer was his cousin Corny Passford, Christy began to appre- 72 CONFERENCE IN THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN 73 hend the object of his southern relative in present- ing himself as the bearer of his name and rank in the navy, though he had no time to consider the subject. Corny had given him no opportunity to look the matter over, for he had talked most of the time as opportunity was presented. Captain Battleton seated himself in the arm- chair which Corny had abandoned, and lolaced a quire of paper before him as though he intended to take notes of the proceedings. Christy was not at all disturbed by the formal aspect the affair was assuming, for he felt entirely confident that poor Corny would be a prisoner of war at its conclusion. He had his commission and his orders in his pocket, and he was positive that they would vindicate him. " I reported to the department that I had only a single vacant stateroom in the ward room of the Vernon, and I was ordered to receive Lieutenant Christopher Passford as a passenger, as I could not take another officer," said the captain. " It is not a serious question compared with others at issue, but the occupation of the single room, now in possession of the gentleman who came on board last evening, depends upon the result of our present inquiry." STAND BY TEE tTNION "I should say there would be no difficulty in settling this question," said Mr. Salisbury. "1 These gentlemen are cousins, and both of them bear the name of Passford," added the cap- tain, as he raised his finger, pointing to Corny. "Will you give us your name in full, if you please " "' Christopher Passford," replied the invalid offi- cer, with the most unblushing effrontery. "Your father's name " "Horatio Passford." "Where does he live" "At Bonnydale, on the Hudson," replied Corny confidently. "Excuse me, Captain Battleton; may I ask a question " interposed the first lieutenant. " Certainly, Mr. Salisbury. This is not a court- martial, but an informal investigation, and I shall be glad to have you and Dr. Connelly entirely free to ask any questions you please," replied the cap- tain, who was anything but a martinet. "Where did you say your father lived, Mr. Passford " asked the executive officer. " At Bonnydale, on the Hudson," answered Corny, as we may call him now that the reader knows who he is. 74 CONFERENCE IN'THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN 75 "Is Bonnydale the name of the town or city in wvhich your father lives " ",It is the name of my father's place," replied Corny; and Christy, who was observing him very closely, saw that he was a little disturbed. "Bonnydale sounds like a fancy name, such as any gentleman might give to his estate, as Sunny- side was the home of Washington Irving. Is this the fact" asked Mr. Salisbury. "1 I suppose it is," answvered Corny, with increas- ing confusion. "' Don't you know" "We always called it Bonnydale; and I know no other name for it." "' But Bonnydale is not al] incorporated town. In what city or town is your father's place situ- ated " "1 I know no name but Bonnydale," replied Corny; and the flush of fever or something else was on his cheeks now. "1 Nothing more, captain," said the first lieuten- ant; and the stock of the other claimant mounted a little. "s Mr. Passford," continued the captain, indi- cating Christy with his finger, "your father's name, if you please." STAND BY THE UNION "' Horatio Passford," replied Christy with a smile. "1 Where does he live " "At Bonnydale, on the Hudson." "' Permit me, Captain Battleton," interposed Mr. Salisbury; and the commander nodded his acquies- cence. ,Is Bonnydale the name of the town or city in which your father lives, Mr. Passford " ",It is the name of my father's place," answered Christy, using the same words that Corny had. " Bonnydale sounds like a fancy name, such as any gentleman might give to his estate," continued Mr. Salisbury, smiling, as he repeated the phrases he had used before. " Is this the fact " "It is; the name was given to the estate by my mother," replied Christy, unable to follow Corny any farther. "In what town or city is your father's estate situated " "It is within the limits of the town of Mont- gomery." "1 Nothing further, captain," said the executive officer; and the stock of this particular Lieutenant Passford mounted another trifle. "Your cousin, who, according to your state- 76 CONFERENCE IN THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN 77 ment, was raised in the South, seems to be better informed in regard to the geography of Bonnydale than you do," added Captain Battleton. "' He is always inquiring into things that I don't care a straw about," replied Corny, vexed that he had been tripped up iii a matter so simple. The commander was disposed to carry the in- vestigation a little farther in the same direction, and he sent Christy into the ward room, where he was instructed to remain until he was sent for. Captain Passford, senior, was wvell known to all the officers present by reputation, and he had assisted Dr. Connelly in procuring his appoint- ment, so that the latter had had occasion to visit Bonnydale three times. The captain asked Corny a hundred questions in regard to the estate, making memoranda of his answers. Once he suggested to the surgeon that he had better examine the pulse of his patient, for he did not wish to overtask him in the investi- gation. The sul)ject of the inquiry declared that his headache had almost disappeared, and he needed no indulgence on account of his health. After half an hour of questioning,( Corny was sent to the ward room, and Chlitv was called( to STAND BY THE UNION the captain's cabin. About the same questions were put to him as to his cousin; but both of them were prompt in their answers. In the last two years, Corny had been more at Bonnydale than Christy, and he was quite as much at home there, so that there was no reason why he should not be able to describe the mansion and its sur- roundings as accurately as the genuine Lieutenant Passford. So far, Corny, with the single exception of his failure to give the geography of the estate, stood quite as well as his cousin. Then the first lieu- tenant questioned them both, as they were seated at the table, in a very general way. In their answers, Corny used the word "raised," while Christy was "brought up." Several phrases in more common use at the South than at the North were noted in his answers, which did not appear in the diction of Christy. When the questioning was finished, the leaning of the trio of officers was in favor of Christy; but not one of them said anything in the presence of the two Passfords. The captain declared that he had already used up too much time in the inquiry, and he must close the conference very soon. 78 CONFERENCE IN THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN 79 Then he asked if either of the gentlemen had any papers they wished to present in support of his identity. " I have my commission as a lieutenant, and my orders to take passage in the Vernon, and to take command of the Bronx on my arrival at the sta- tion of the Eastern Gulf squadron," said Corny, as lie pulled a huge envelope from his breast pocket; and Christy could not but notice the perfect con- fidence with which he spoke. " I have precisely the same papers," added Cliristy, with as much assurance as his cousin. " I had nearly forgotten the most important evidence that can be presented in this matter," said the captain with a smile. i' I dare say that each of the gentlemen will produce his com- mission, his orders, and his appointment to the command of the Bronx; and I don't know how we can decide between the papers. It looks as though the Bronx was likely to have two com- manders." "Here are my papers, captain," added Corny, as he passed his envelope across the table to the commander. " This is not an official envelope," said the cap- 80 S1AIN) BY THE UNION tain, as he took the package, and then fixed his gaze on the owner of the documents. "No, sir ; it is not. I had the misfortune to leave it on the table at Bonnydale, and Walsh, the man-servant, supposing it to be of no value, threw it into the fire," replied Corny promptly. The commission and other papers were all right in every respect. Christy handed his envelope to the commander, and he broke it open. It con- tained nothing but a lot of blank paper. THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE DECISION 81 CHAPTER VII THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE DECISION WHEN Captain Battleton took from the en- velope the blank papers, no one seemed to be inquisitive as to the result, for, as the commander had suggested, they all expected to find the commission and other papers regularly and prop- erly made out and signed. Several sheets were unfolded and spread out upon the table, and Christy was hardly more surprised than the others at the table. "Your papers do not seem to be altogether regular, Mr. Passford," said the captain, as he held up one of them so that all could see it. " I see they are not," answered Christy blankly. "1 But they are enclosed in an official envelope," added the captain, as lhe held up the cover of the papers. "In this respect they have the ad- vantage of those presented by the other gentle- STAND BY THE UNION man. You appear to be as much surprised as any of the rest of us, Mr. Passford. Can you ex- plain the fact that you present nothing but blank papers instead of your commission and orders" "' At present I cannot; after I have had an opportunity for reflection I may be able to do so," replied Christy, from whom a more decided demonstration than he made was expected. "It is evident from what we have heard, and from the documents submitted to me that one of these gentlemen is Lieutenant Christopher Pass- ford," said Captain Battleton; "but we have no means of identifying the officer. In what vessels have you served, Mr. Passford " " My first service was in the Bellevite, and my last in the Bronx, of which I was acting com- mander on her voyage from New York to the Gulf," answered Christy, to whom the question was addressed. ",Is there any officer on board with whom you have served" "So far as I have seen, there is not." "Any seaman " "I have not noticed any seaman whose face was familiar to me." 82 THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE DECISION 83 "If I am correctly informed, you came home as prize master of the Vixen, convoying quite a fleet of steamers and schooners," continued Captain Battleton, looking about the cabin as though the inquiry had become wearisome to him. " I did; you were correctly informed," answered Corny, as the wandering gaze of the commander rested upon him. "Both of you were in command of the Vixen, I suppose," added the captain with a smile. i; I was, captain; but I cannot speak for my cousin Corny," replied the possessor of the com- mission. "'I can say with entire confidence that I was in command of the Vixen," added Christy. "s A considerable number of officers and seamen must have come with you in the Vixen and the other vessels," said the captain, raising his finger to indicate that the question was addressed to Christy. "1 Yes, sir; the Vixen was fully armed and manned to protect the fleet of prize vessels she convoyed." "Do you remember the names of the officers who served with you in the Vixen " asked the captain. STAND BY THE UNION "1 could not very well forget them in so short a time," replied Corny, upon whom the gaze of the commander had again rested as lie looked about him. " Very xvell; perhaps you had better answer the question ;" and the captain pointed at Corily. "Who was your first lieutenant "' "' Ensign Gordon Fillbrook," replied Corny promptly. This was a correct answer, and Christy saw that his cousin had fully armed himself for his daring scheme, whatever it was. "Your second lieutenant " "Ensign Frederick Jones," answered Corny, with some hesitation. "Now will you inform me, Mr. Passford, who your officers were " The commander pointed at Christy. "1 Your executive officer " "My cousin gave his name and rank correctly." "And the second lieutenant " "Ensign Philip Bangs." "Here you differ. Did you make a report of your voyage home, Lieutenant Passford" con- tinued the captain, pointing at Corny. "1 I did, sir; for we captured a privateer on the voyage," answered Corny. 84 THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE DECISION 85 "Did you keep a copy of that report "I did, captain; I keep copies of all my reports. I have them in my valise," answered he of the South in a matter-of-fact manner. Christy laughed in spite of the importance of the investigation at the coolness and self-posses- sion of his cousin; but he could not understand how Corny would be able to produce a copy of his report, which was in his valise with several such papers. " I must trouble you to produce it, Lieutenant Passford," added the commander. "' Perhaps I ought to say in the beginning that it is not in my own handwriting, for after I had written it, Mr. Jones copied it for me," Corny explained, and, perhaps, thought he might be called upon to give a specimen of his chirography. " That is immaterial," added Captain Battleton, as Corny left the cabin to procure the document. "1 Have you a copy of your report, Lieutenant Passford " He pointed to Christy. "I have, captain; and it is in my own hand- writing," replied the officer addressed. "' Produce it, if you please." He had placed his valise in the gangway, and STAND BY THE UNION he had not far to go to procure the report, his first draft of the document, which he had revised and copied at Bonnydale. " I don't think we are getting ahead at all, Mr. Salisbury," said the captain, while the cousins were looking for their reports. iI confess that I am as much in the dark as I was in the beginning," replied the executive offi- cer. ,,I can make nothing of it," added the surgeon. "It looks to me as though the commission alone would have to settle this matter." "1I don't see how I can go behind the official documents," replied the commander as Corny presented himself at the door. A minute later Christy appeared with his report in his hand, and both of them were presented to the captain. The handwriting was as different as possible in the two papers. Corny's was in a large, coarse hand, but it was a fair copy, while Christy's contained several corrections and inter- lineations. No one could recognize the writing of either of the claimants, and the documents proved nothing at all. The captain was evidently weary of the investigation, and nothing but the com- 86 THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE DECISION 87 mission seemed to throw any reliable light upon the claim of either one or the other. " Any further questions, Mr. Salisbury " asked the captain, bestowing a bored look upon the executive officer. "; Nothing more, Captain Battleton." "Dr. Connelly " "Nothing, captain." "Now, gentlemen, I will thank you to retire to the ward room, and I will send for you to hear my decision," continued the commander, and the cousins retired together, and both of them ap- peared to be as good-natured as though they were in perfect accord on the question in dispute. " What is your opinion, Mr. Salisbury " asked the captain, when the claimants had retired, care- ful not to indicate his own conclusion. "' While I acknowledge that I am somewhat prepossessed in favor of the Lieutenant Passford who came on board this morning, I do not think he has established his claim to be the true Lieu- tenant Christopher Passford. The other uses sonie peculiarly Southern phrases, as though he had been raised' in the South, and he is not perfect in the geography of Bonnydale. I think STAND BY THE UNION the conmnmission is the only evidence upon which you can properly rely," replied the first lieu- tenant. "Your views, if you please, Dr. Connelly." "One of these officers is evidently a Confed- erate, and the other a loyal citizen. The commis- sion, as Mr. Salisbury suggests, outweighs all the rest of the evidence. One or the other of the two men is an impostor, and without the commis- sion, I should decide that my patient was the false Lieutenant Passford," answered the sur- geon. " We appear to agree, gentlemen, for you have expressed my own views as wvell as I could state them myself," added the captain. "1 But when I decide that the holder of the commission, which I am satisfied is a genuine document, is the loyal officer, and entitled to be received as the future commander of the Bronx, I must declare that the other is a Confederate; and not only that, but also that he is acting as a spy; that he is on board of the Vernon with mischievous intentions. It will be my duty to regard him as a prisoner of war, at least. What do you think of it, Mr. Salisbury " 388 THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE DECISION 89 " I do not see how you can escape that conclu- sion," replied the first lieutenant. i' I am a sort of peace officer," added Dr. Connelly, when the captain glanced at him, " and I will express no opinion as to the status of the officer, though it appears to be as you describe it." "This is an informal conference, doctor, and I hope you wvill express your views freely," said the captain. "There is something in the situation which I cannot explain. I will only say that it is just possible there is a conspiracy at the bottom of the whole affair; and I should think it would be well to keep a close watch upon both of these officers. Why, on the voyage of the Bronx to the Gulf, Ensign Passford, as he was then, discovered two Confederate officers in his crewv, and squarely defeated their efforts to capture his ship in the action with the Scotian, I believe it was." "I have heard of it; and in quite a number of instances, Confederates have been put on board of steamers for the purpose of taking them from their officers," added the captain. " At the same time, I do not see that I can decide this question STAND BY THE UNION on any other evidence than that of the commis- sion and other official documents." Both of the other officers assented to this view, and the captain sent for the two claimants. Neither of them had spoken a word to the other during their stay in the ward room. Christy looked upon his cousin as a Confederate who was serving what he called his country, and he had not the slightest disposition to quarrel with him, and especially not to lead him to utter any unnecessary falsehoods. Possibly Corny was somewhat diffi- dent about playing his assumed character before his cousin when they were alone, for they had always been the best of friends. '" Gentlemen, I have come to a decision in this matter,; said the captain, when the two claimants had placed themselves before him in a standing position. "' I cannot go behind the commission presented by the officer who came on board last evening" and I consider it my duty to regard him as the real Lieutenant Passford, recently promoted to his present rank. There is nothing more to be said." "Of course I expected that would be your decision," replied Corny, as he took the papers 90 THE ANNOUNCE31ENT OF THE DECISION 91 which the captain returned to him, including his commission and report. " You may retire now, if you please, Mr. Passford," added the commander. Corny bowed politely to the officers at the table, and left the cabin. He did not even glance at Christy, and his face did not look like that of one who had just won a decided victory. Christy remained standing where he had placed himself; and he began to wonder what disposi- tion would be made of him under present circumstances. STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER VIII THE PRISONER OF WAR AFTER rendering his decision it was evident that Captain Battleton had something to say to Christy, for he waited in silence till Corny had closed the door behind him before he even looked at the officer standing before him. The lieutenant from the moment the envelopes were opened and their contents exposed to the view of all present, had fully expected the result just announced. Whatever he thought, suspected, or surmised when he saw the blank papers taken from his official envelope, he kept to himself. 'i You have heard the decision I have just given, Mr. Passford, for I have no doubt that is your real name," said the captain, when the cabin door was closed. " I have, captain," replied Christy, bowing respectfully. "1 Have you anything to say in regard to it " 92 THE PRISONER OF WAR "1 Nothing at all," replied Christy, bowing again, nd bearing himself with the dignity of a veteran officer; and in the matter of demeanor, the Con- federate Captain Carboneer had presented to him one of the best models he had seen, both in action and as a prisoner. " You do not wish to make any explanation of the remarkable situation in which you find your- self placed at the present moment "At present, I do not, captain." "You certainly could not have been aware that your official envelope contained only blank paper. I cannot believe that one more simple-miinded than I believe you to be would have had the effrontery to present such matter as evidence that he was an officer of the United States Navy," continued Captain Battleton, with a look of greater severity than lie had before assumed, possibly because he realized that the real Lieutenant Passford was higher in rank than he was himself. "I supposed the official envelope contained my commission and orders." "' You believe that your papers were taken from you, and the blanks substituted for them " "I cannot explain the matter at present, and 93 STAND BY THE UNION you must excuse me from offering merely vague suspicions and conjectures." " Do you realize your present situation, Mr. Passford " asked the captain, apparently disap- pointed at the unwillingness of the young man to attempt an explanation. ", I think I do, captain, and I submit to your authority as the commander of the ship," answered Christy, with a dignified bow. "As I said before, I have no doubt you are a Passford; and I have been compelled to decide that you are not the son of Captain Horatio Passford, the distinguished gentleman who has done so much for his country in the present war." "With the evidence before you, I do not see how you could have decided otherwise." "Whether the decision be just or not, I am obliged to regard you as son of the Homer Passford who supports the government of the Confederacy. You and the other Mr. Passford have recognized each other as cousins." " We are cousins." "Then it follows that one of the two must be a Confederate who is on board of a United States 94 THE PRISONER1 OF WAR ship for some purpose not yet explained, but fairly supposed to be hostile." "I admit the correctness of your conclusion." "I have already recognized the Union officer, and therefore you must be the Confederate." " Without reflecting upon your decision, I must deny that I am a Confederate, and proclaim that my motto is ' Stand by the Union! "' ";In spite of your denial and your motto, I shall have to regard you as a prisoner of wvar, and treat you as such," said the captain, rising from his chair, the others following his example. " I submit to your authority, Captain Battleton," replied Christy, bowing to the commander. "But I do not wish to subject you to any unnecessary restraint, and I shall be willing to accept your parole that you will engage in no hostile movement on board of the Vernon," continued the captain, in milder tones. " I cannot accept a parole, captain, for that would be equivalent to an admission that I am a Confederate; and I claim to be a loyal officer." "1 If you are, I am sorry that you are unable to prove your claim. I have only one officer on board as a passenger, for the reason that I had only 96 STAND BY THE UNION one spare stateroom. There is no place for you in the ward room, and it does not appear that you are an officer." " I shall find no fault with my accommodations, whatever they are," replied Christy. " I must object to your wearing the shoulder straps of a lieutenant on board of the Vernon," added Captain Battleton. " I have a plain frock in my valise which I wore when the Teaser was captured," added Ch-isty with a smile. "' I will remove my coat and wear that." "sNow I will see where I can find a place for you to berth," said the captain as he left the cabin. "' I am sorry you did not explain the blank paper in your envelope, Mr. Passford," said the surgeon, as they were leaving the cabin. "I cannot explain it - how can I" replied Christy. "1 Whoever took out my papers and put the blanks in their place, did not make me his confidant in the operation." "1 But can you not recall some event or circum- stance which will throw some light on the mystery" persisted Dr. Connelly. " I can; but I have not had time to consider any 96 THE PRISONElR OF AIVtAR events or circumstances, and it would not be treating Captain Battleton with proper respect to submit a string of crude conjectures to him." At this moment the captain appeared in the gangway, and interrupted the conversation. He informed the prisoner of war, as he chose to regard him, that he had directed the carpenter to put up a temporary berth for him. Christy opened his valise, and took from it his frock, which lie put on after he had disposed of his coat. Then lie looked like a common sailor. He was informed that his berth was just forward of the steerage, in that part of the steamer where the men slung their hammocks. The third lieutenant was directed to .show himi to the place indicated. The carl)enter and his assistants were still at work on the berth, and Christy, placing his valise near it, seated himself by it. For the first time since he came on board of the Veenon lie had an opportunity to reflect upon the events of the day. Corny Passford was the present master of the situation. He had not been aware till he met hinm in the captain's cabin, that his cousin was even in the vicinity of New York. With an amount of assurance for which he had not given him credit, 97 STAND BY THE UNON Corny had undertaken to personate his nautiudl relative, and was now actually on his way to the Gulf to take command of the Bronx. The little gunboat had certainly done a great deal of mischief to the Confederate interests, for she had captured two valuable vessels intended for the southern navy, to say nothing of half a dozen others loaded with cotton, and ready to sail. From the Confederate point of view, it was exceedingly desirable that she should be prevented from doing any further injury to the maritime interests of the South. But it zeemed almost incredible that Corny Passford should be employed to bring about her capture by stratagem. His cousin was not a sailor; at least, he had not been one the last time he had met him, and it was hardly possible that he had learned seamanship, navigation, and naval tactics in so short a time, and so far as Christy knew, with little practical experience. He had seen the commission which Corny pre- sented to the captain of the Vernon, and recognized it as his own. In spite of the statements his cousin had made, Christy saw that the hand- writing of the report lie submitted as a copy of the genuine document was in Corny's usual hand- 98 THE PRISONER OF WAR writing. Where had lie obtained the commission, and where the original report These were not hard questions, now that the preliminaries of the plot had been fully developed. Walsh, the man-servant at Bonnydale, was now a seaman on board of the Vernon, under the real or assumed name of Byron. He denied his identity, as he would naturally do under the cir- cumstances; but Christy had not a doubt that he was the man who had suddenly disappeared after the mysterious visitation of the night before. Doubtless, Corny had been the visitor at the man- sion, and had procured the contents of the official envelope on this occasion. He appeared to have been unwilling to trust Byron, as the seaman preferred to be called, and had attended to the business in person with the assistance of his confederate. The report was lying on the table in his chamber, and Byron could have borrowed it for any length of time to enable Corny to make a copy. Whoever had visited his chamber in the night, whether Corny or the man- servant, he must have taken the official envelope to the library, or some other part of the house, for it had been carefully opened, and restored to its 99 ST\ SAND BY THE U-NION former condition after the genuine documents in it had been replaced by the blank paper. It was now all as clear to Christy as though he had observed the proceedings of the conspirators, and taken notes of all they had done. The pur pose of all these operations was quite as obvious as the details of the scheme. Either the Vernon or the Bronx was to be captured, perhaps both, for of course Christy could not determine in what manner the mischief was to be accomplished. Prisoner of war as he was, he never felt burdened with a greater responsibility than when lie realized the actual situation. This responsibility was not of a personal nature. lHe did not have the feeling that lie had been van- quished in the contest before the captain, and the fact that he was a prisoner hardly disturbed himi. It was the prospective injury to the cause of his country which occasioned his solicitude. His object was to save the Vernon, the Bronx, or both, from being handed over to the enemy without a struggle to save them, one or both. He had no fault to find with the captain for his decision against him, which seemed to be natural and warrantable. He had no ill-feeling against ll)V THE PRISONER OF WAR his cousin, for he was trying to serve the cause he had espoused. IHe was even willing to believe that he would have done the same thing himself under like circumstances. After he had considered the subject for a couple of hours lhe went back to one of his first points, relating to the fitness and capacity of Corny to accomplish the task he had undertaken. It was evident enough on the face of it that his cousin, even if he had been a veteran naval officer, could not carry out the plan alone. He must have con- federates, in the double sense, on board of the Vernon. In the early stages of the war, men who had served in the navy as officers were coming home from all parts of the world to take part on one side or the other in the struggle. Those even who were disloyal could obtain commissions in the loyal navy if their consciences would let them take the oath of allegiance with a mental reserva- tion. Christy had encountered several of this kind. Many of the seamen were foreigners who cared little on which side they served, and one or more of the four officers in the ward room might be at work for the Confederacy. Christy thought he 101 102 STAND BY THE UNION was in an excellent position to investigate the matter, and he decided that this should be his first duty. Among the crew there must be some who were to take part in the plot of Corny, whatever it was. Before the close of the conference the Atlantic had begun to be quite "sloppy," and the Vernon was now laboring in an ugly cross sea, which caused her to roll heavily. A MORAL PHILOSOPHER CHAPTER IX A MORAL PHILOSOPHER. THE temporary berth was finished, the bedding put into it, and Christy took possession of it. For the present he had done all the thinking he cared to do, and he felt that his present duty was in action. He was a prisoner of war, and as such he was in disgrace in a loyal ship's company; at least, lie felt that he was so under present circum- stances. lie was not disgusted at his failure to establish his identity, nor disheartened at the pros- pect before him. More than ever before in the two years of his experience as a naval officer, he realized that it was his duty to "Stand by the Union." The watch below were all around him. Some of them were mending their clothes, others were reading newspapers they had brought with them, but the greater part of them were in squads engaged in talking about the events of the war. 103 STAND BY THIE UNION The nearest group to Christy were conversing about the two lieutenants who claimed to be the real officer ordered to the command of the Bronx. It seemed rather strange to the listener that they should know anything about the events which had happened in the secrecy of the captain's cabin, and this circumstance led him to believe that at least one of the officers of the ship must be a confed- erate of Corny. There was nothing necessarily secret in the pro- ceedings in the cabin, and the stewards might have heard what was said in the ward room after the decision had been rendered, reporting it to mem- bers of the crew, who had circulated it as the latest news. At any rate, the group near Christy were talking about the two officers who claimed to be Lieutenant Passford. They spoke in low tones, and Christy could hardly hear what they said. His berth was ready for him, and he concluded to lie down in it. He took no notice of the speakers, and soon pretended to be asleep. " Do you know who is in that berth, Warton " asked one of the four men, speaking in a low tone, but loud enough to enable Christy to hear him. "' I don't know; do you, Rockton " replied the 104 A MORAL PHILOSOPHER one addressed; and it was evident to the listener that the men were at least persons of average education with but little of the common sailor in it. " I do; one of the officers told me all about it not half all hour ago," answered Rockton. " The fellow who is asleep there is the other Passford." - Is that so Then wve mustn't talk here," added Wartoin, apparently somewhat alarmed. "Who told you so" i' I said one of the officers; and you know as well as I do which one." The speakers said no more, but leaving the locality near the berth, they moved forward in a body. Christy was sorry he was not to hear any more of the conversation; but he felt that he had made some progress in his work. He had obtained the names of two of the men, and ascertained that one of the officers in the ward room wvas a Confed- erate. With this information he could the more readily obtain more. Christy did not wish to sleep, and he felt that he could not afford to spend his time in that way. He sat up in the berth, and wrote the two names he had heard in his pocket- diary, in order to make sure that he did not forget 10.5 STAND BY THE UNION them. While he was thus engaged Dr. Connelly came into the quarters of the crew. "Well, Mr. Passford, are you all right " asked the surgeon, as soon as lie discovered Christy in the dim light of the place. "All right in every respect," replied the young officer cheerfully. "You are not sea-sick" inquired the doctor, laughing. "' Sea-sick! No, sir; I believe I never was sea- sick in my life." "1 You are more fortunate than your cousin, for he is having quite a hard time of it," added the doctor, who seemed to be very much amused that the future commander of the Bronx, who had been to sea so much, should be afflicted in this manner. " Ie was always sea-sick when he first went out, and it appears that he has not yet got over the habit. He was so badly off on one occasion that my father thought of taking him on shore, and sending him back to Mobile by land." "Do you refer to the lieutenant appointed to the command of the Bronx on our arrival in the Gulf " asked Dr. Connelly, laughing. 106 A MORAL PHILOSOPHER "I do not; I am that person myself," replied Christy very decidedly. "By the way, I wonder that the commander did not subject the two claim- anits to an examination in navigation and seaman- sIij). It might have thrown some light on the slIb)ject." "Probably Captain Battleton did not think of that, taking it for granted that you were both sailors; but the other Mr. Passford is not in condition to undergo such an examination at present." "I do not ask for it, though of course I am anxious to have the truth come out, for just now I am in disgrace as an impostor, to say nothing of being regarded as an enemy of the Union," replied Christy. "He who occupies a stateroom in the steamer is my own cousin, and the pleasantest relations have alwvays subsisted between our fami- lies. I have nothing against him personally, and I would do hint a kindness as readily as ever before in my life." "But he has placed you in a very awkward position, Mr. Passford." "I am willing to believe that lie is doing his duty to his country, and his grand mistake is in 107 STAND BY THE UNION believing that the fraction of it in rebellion is his country." "If you are the genuine Lieutenant Passford, in spite of the captain's decision, your cousin has told lies enough to-day to swamp a reprobate, to to say nothing of a Christian," added the surgeon, seating himself at the side of the berth. " I do not regard his statements as lies in any proper sense of the word, Dr. Connelly," replied Christy with considerable spirit. "1 I have had occasion to deceive the enemy on several occa- sions; and nearly two years ago I looked up the morality of lying on the field of battle and its sur- roundings. I think my father is as good a Clhris- tian manl as draws the breath of life, and I found that I simply held to his opinions." " Your father is good authority," added the sur- geon. "- I studied history a little in relation to this sub- ject, for I wanted to know whether any lies I might tell in serving my country wvere to be registered against me. I know that I would not tell a lie in the ordinary relations of life; but I am sure that I should have been a traitor to the Union if I had told the enemy the simple truth oh several 108 A MORAL PHILOSOPHER occasions. I captured a schooner loaded with cotton by pretending to be what I was not. If it is justifiable to kill a man in war, it must be justi- fiable to tell a lie to the enemy." "I think you are right, Mr. Passford. You spoke of history." "' George Washington is regarded as one who could not tell a lie from the time the little hatchet story had birth to the end of the Revolution. We read that he strongly impressed Clinton with the belief that he intended to attack New York; and the school history says that this deception was so successfully practised, that Washington was some distance on his way to Virginia before Clinton suspected where he was leading his army. ";Bancroft says that Clinton was deceived by letters which were written to be intercepted. The books say that Washington used every art in his power to deceive Clinton. He wrote letters con- taining the barefaced lie that he intended to attack New York when he intended to attack Cornwallis. It was not a mere white lie, for he intended to deceive. We don't regard Washing- ton as a liar, and he was not a liar in any proper sense of the word. All the high-toned generals 109 STAND BY THE UNION on both sides in the present war do not hesitate to deceive the enemy, for it is a part of their duty to do so. In my judgment, a lie that is acted is the same as a spoken lie." " You are a moral philosopher, 'Mr. Passford," said the surgeon, laughing at the earnestness of the speaker. "Hardly, doctor; I looked up the subject for my own benefit. I simply mean to say that I (do not consider my cousin a liar," replied Christy, who was an earnest debater when he became warm in his subject. Dr. Connelly left him, and made his tour of inspection among the men. The steamer was still rolling heavily, and the pliisoner found 1imnself more comfortable in his berth than oii the lower deck. He had not yet learned whether or not he was to remain confined in his present quarters, and when the surgeon returned from his tour, he asked him to inquire of the captain in regard to his limits. He was infornied that he could go on deck for an hour in the forenoon, and an hour in the afternoon. It was nearly night and he did not avail himself of this permission. For the next three days it blew a gale, moderat- 110 A MORAL PHILOSOPHER ing at times, and then piping up again. To a sailor it was not bad weather, but Christy learned from the surgeon that his cousin was confined to his berth during all this time. The prisoner went on deck for the time permitted each forenoon and afternoon. He had his eyes wide open all the time, on the lookout for anything that would afford him further information in regard to the plot in the midst of which he was living. lie identified Rockton and Warton, but not the other two who had formed the group near his berth, on his first visit to the deck. On the fourth day out, he saw one of these men talking cautiously to the second lieutenant. Following up this clew he satisfied himself that Mr. Gal- vinne was the black sheep in the officers' quarters. Corny caine on deck that day, for the sea was comparatively smooth, and took a seat on the quarter-deck. Christy did not go near him, but he watched him very closely. He had not long to wait before Mr. Galvinne, who was then the officer of the deck, spoke to him, and they had quite a long conversation. He could not hear a word of it; but the fact that they were intimate enough to ill STAND BY THE UNION hold what appeared to be a confidential inter- view was enough to satisfy the prisoner that the second lieutenant was the principle confederate of his cousin. How many of the crew were "packed" for the enterprise he could form no idea. The weather continued favorable till the end of the cruise, and then on the eighth day the Ver- non arrived near her destination off Pensacola Bay. Thus far no attempt had been made to capture the steamer, and the plot was as dark as it had been in the beginning. Christy thought that Corny was becoming somewhat nervous when the vessels of the squadron were made out in the distance. "There appear to be only three steamers in sight," said the captain, who had come into the waist to observe the fleet. "That is the flag-ship, I think, anchored the farthest from the shore," replied Mr. Galvinne, to whom the remark had been addressed. "I suppose that is the Bronx astern of her," added Captain Battleton. "It is the smallest of the three, at any rate. Mr. Salisbury, you will run directly for the flagship," he added to the executive officer on the quarter-deck. 112 A MORAL PHILOSOPHER Christy recognized the Bronx if others did not, for none of the officers had been on this station before. He wondered if the present deception was likely to be carried out to the accomiplish- ment of the end the conspirators had in viewv. He could see nothing to prevent its accomplishment. "I I must ask you to report below, Mr. Pass- ford," said the captain rather sternly; and per- haps lie did not care to be charged with over- indulgence of his prisoner. He bowed submissively, and wvent to his berth in the men's quarters. The anchor had been cast loose, and the cable put in condition to run out. Christy had hardly reached his berth before he heard the rattle of the chain, and the voyage was ended. 113 STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER X A CHANGE OF QUARTERS IN THE CONFUSION CHRISTY obeyed the order of Captain Battleton when lhe was directed to report below; but he felt that he was permitting the plot of his cousin to be carried out without any opposition, and without any attempt to check its progress. But he was a prisoner, and he realized that he could do nothing. His case had been tried, and le had been con- demned to his present condition. It was useless to appeal to the captain, for he had already passed upon all the facts that had been presented before him. Seated on the side of his berth he considered the situation very faithfully. The Bronx lay off St. Rosa's Island; she was on the blockade, evi- dently ready to trip her anchor, whenever occa- sion should require. In regard to her officers Christy only knew that Mr. Flint was in temr- porary command of her, in place of Mr. Blowitt, 114 A CHANGE OF QUARTERS who. had become the executive officer of the Belle- vite. The other officers nmust have been appointed for temporary service. As Christy viewed the matter, there appeared to be no obstacle to the success of Corny's scheme for the capture of the Bronx, unless it was Mr. Flint, who might or might not discover that the new commander was an impostor. If his old asso- ciate saw the two cousins together, he would have no difficultv in determining which was his former comman(ler; seeing Corny alone he might be de- ceived. With the flag-officer, who had seen Christy but once or tvice, he was not likely to suspect that Corny was an impostor. The Bronx had but one officer on board who had been permanently appointed to her, and at least two others must be selected to serve on board of her. It would be an easy matter for Corny to procure the appointment of Mr. Galvinne, who was doubtless competent to handle the vessel as the impostor certainly was not. When he realized that the scheme of his cousin, or whoever had devised it, was in a fair way to accomplish its object, Christy felt that he must do something. Though he was a prisoner and in 115 STAND BY THE UION disgrace, lie did not feel that he was absolved from the duty of attempting to save the Bronx to the Union. He had refused to accept a parole, or anything of that kind, and his honor as an officer did not require him to submit to the disci- pline of his situation. He was a prisoner; but the responsibility of retaining him as such belonged to the captain of the Vernon for the present. His reflections relieved him of all scruples in regard to any action he might resolve to take. He was held in confinement as a Confederate. When he had been taken by the enemy and locked up as a Union prisoner, he had considered his duty, independently of his desire to be free, and he had effected his escape with Flint. In the present instance his confinement was not irksome, but he felt more keenly than before that he ought to do something to save the little gunboat; and he could do nothing without first getting into a position where he could act. Between the decks of the Vernon, he could do nothing; he could not even see what was going on, though lie had no doubt the captain was in the act of reporting to the flag-officer. Probably Corny would go off in the first boat to report for 116 A CHANGE OF QUARTERS duty, and receive his orders. The seamen who were simply passengers on board of the steamer, were below in considerable numbers, gathering up their bags, and preparing for the transfer to the flag-ship, or to the Bronx, for there were no other vessels near to receive them. Christy felt very much like a caged tiger. He had hoped that the Bellevite would be on the station when he arrived, for there were plenty of officers and seamen on board of her who could identify him beyond the possibility of a doubt. In that case he intended to make a strong appeal to Captain Battleton, for he would then have the means of arriving at a correct conclusion. Then he could explain in what manner he had been robbed of his papers with some chance of having his statement accepted. The prisoner walked up and down the lower deck, doing his best to conceal the agitation which had taken possession of him. No one took any notice of him, for the seamen had become accus- tomed to the presence of the captive officer. While he was struggling to contain his emotions, he heard the rattle of the cable again, and saw the chain descending to the locker below. 117 STAND BY THE UNION ";What does that mean, my man " asked Christy of one of the men near him. "They appear to be weighing the anchor." "That is what they are doing," replied the man indifferently. "What is that for" "The flag-oficer has not told me yet what he is about, and I am not good at guessing, though I am a Yankee," replied the man chuckling, as though he believed he had said something funny. "The flag-officer has signalled for the Vernon to come alongside," interposed another seaman who had heard the question. "1 Thank you, my man," replied Christy, begin- ning at once to consider how this change would affect him. ";The Bronx is getting under way also," said the civil tar, who evidently had some sympathy for the prisoner. " Probably she is also ordered alongside. Twenty-five of us have been detailed to serve on board of her, and I am one of them." " Then I may see you again, my friend. Thank you for your information, and will you give me your name" added Christy. "'My name is Ralph Pennant; I have a sea- 118 A CHANGE OF QUARTERS going name, and I suppose that is the reason why I went to sea," replied the seaman, with a good- natured laugh. , I have been the mate of a steamer, but I could not get any better position than that of able seaman, and I wanted to be in this stir-up." "1 I have no doubt you will work your way up in good time," added Christy, who saw that Pen- nant was an intelligent and reliable man, though it was possible from the appearance of his face that he had been in the habit of imbibing too much whiskey for his own good. In a short time the Vernon was alongside the flag-ship. Christy had put his uniform coat in his valise, and still wore the frock he had taken from it. He had removed his linen collar, and put on a woollen shirt and a seaman's cap, for he did not care to be taken for an officer among the crew. He carried his valise to the vicinity of the forehatch, and looked up through the open- ing to ascertain what he could of the movements on board. " There comes the Bronx," said a seaman stand- ing at the head of the ladder. "1 Ay, ay; and she is coming alongside the Vernioni," added another. 119 STAND BY THE UNION The store-ship had been made fast to the flag- ship, and at this moment came a call for all hands to go aft. Christy could not endure the suspense any longer, and taking his valise in his hand he vent on deck, just as the Bronx came alongside. Mr. Flint was on duty with a couple of young officers, and gave the orders to make her fast to the Vernon. Captain Battleton was going up the side of the flag-ship, followed by Corny. Christy put his valise in a convenient place, and then concealed himself in the firemen's quarters under the top-gallant forecastle. He found a place beneath a bunk which would effect- ually conceal him unless a very thorough search should be made for him. But he only kept this place as a resort in case of emergency, for he placed himself where he could see out at the door; and it was a good location to overlook all that took place on the quarter-deck where the officers were, and the waist where the men had been assembled. The second lieutenant was calling over a list of names, which Christy concluded was the draft of seamen for the Bronx. Possibly Captain Passford had used some influence in this selec- 120 A CHANGE OF QUARTERS tion, for all the other hands were to b)e put on board of the flag-ship to be assigned to such vessels as needed to be reinforced by the officers of the staff. As the names were called the men passed over to the starboard side, with their bags in their hands, for there was evidently to be no delay in making the transfer. But it was a full hour before Captain Battleton and Corny returned from the flag-ship. The prisoner on the fore- castle thought his cousin looked very complacent, and his return indicated that his plot had not miscarried, and that the flag-officer had not challenged the identity of the future commander of the Bronx. Corny's first movement on board of the Vernon was to take the hand of Mr. Galvinne, whom he appeared to be congratulating on a promotion or appointment. The second lieutenant promptly handed his lists to the third lieutenant, Mr. Winter, who proceeded with the calling of the names. Corny and Mr. Galvinne immediately went below, and Christy concluded that the officer he had spotted as the traitor had been appointed to the little gunboat, either as first or second 121 STAND BY THIE UNION lieutenant, and that they were making their preparations to go on board of her. In a few minutes they appeared with the stewvard of the ward room carrying their baggage. Corny politely saluted Mr. Flint, the acting commander of the gunboat. Mr. Galvinne wvas introduced, and there was plenty of bowing and formal politeness. Corny presented his commis- sion and orders for the inspection of the officer in command, and for the present the formalities were completed. Corny was evidently in com- mand of the Bronx; but Christy could not deter- mine the position of Mr. Flint, and lie watched his movements with intense interest for some time. The late acting-commander did not leave the deck, as he would have been likely to do if he bad been relieved and ordered to report on board of the flag-ship, though he might have been super- seded as executive officer, -a position which lie was clearly entitled to hold. A little later, the draft of seamen were ordered to file on board of the Bronx. Then the observer saw Mr. Galvinne, with a rather pompous gesture point to the men who were coming on board, and say something he 122 A CHANGE OF QUARTERS could not hear to Mr. Flint. He had evidently directed him to receive the seamen as they came on deck. This indicated that the late second lieutenant of the Vernon had been ap pointed executive officer of the Bronx. Christy felt that the time for action had come. Taking his valise in his hand lie joined the file of men, and cleverly inserting himself between a couple of them, he went on the deck of the Bronx. without being challenged as to his right to do so. Doubtless Captain Battleton had reported that he had a prisoner on board, thoughl he had not had time to tell the whole story of the investigation, which had probably been postponed to a more convenient tirme. Mr. Flint went forwsard to receive the seamen as they came on deck, and he ordered them to pipe below and leave their bags there. " Where is your bag " asked Mr. Flint, as Christy, the actual commander of the Bronx, passed him. " What are you doing with a valise" "I have no bag, sir," replied Christy in sub- missive tones. "Finhd a bag. for we shall throw that valise overboard," added Mr. Flint. 123 STAND BY THE UNION "I don't think you will, sir, after the circum- stances have been explained." Suddenly the officer started back, and began to look very sharply at the presumed sailor. But the file pressed behind him, and Christy was too glad to move with it to delay a moment longer. He went below to the familiar quarters of the crew, and saw many of his old seamen still on board, though many of them had been taken to reinforce ther vessels. Christy deposited his valise in a secure place near the door leading into the steerage. All hands were on deck attending to the transfer of seamen, even to the stewards. The way was clear, and the late prisoner promptly decided what to do. He thought the captain's cabin was the proper place for him, and he went there. 124 LAYTNG OUT A PLAN OF OPERATIONS 125 CHAPTER XI LAYING OUT A PLAN OF OPERATIONS CHRISTY had deposited his valise in a place where it was not likely to be seen unless a search was made for it. There was no one in the ward room to obstruct his advance to the captain's cabin. He had served as acting-commander of the vessel in a voyage from New York to the Gulf, and been the executive officer on board for a short term, and he was perfectly at home in every part of her. In the conspiracy on his last voyage in the Bronx, Pink Mulgrum had con- cealed himself under the berth in the captain's stateroom, where Dave, the cabin steward, had discovered him, though he might have remained there a month if his hiding-place had not been suspected. Christy thought this would be an excellent lettreat for him, not only because it promised him the greatest security, but because it would per- 6TAND BY THE UNION mit him to hear what passed between tJe pre- tended commander and others, especially Mr. Galvinne. He had been reasonably confident of returning to the gunboat when he wvent to the North as prize master, though not as her com- mander, and he had left his trunk on board. It was a humiliating posture for the actual comi- mander of the vessel, but he promptly got down upon the floor of the stateroom, and crawled under the berth. He placed the trunk and some other articles there so as to form a sort of breast- work, behind which he carefully bestowed him- self. It was not an uncomfortable position, for the floor was carpeted and an old satchel filled with his cast-off garments furnished him a pillow sufficiently soft for a person on extraordinary duty. The cabin was to be occupied by Corny, though his cousin had no doubt that Mr. Galvinne was the real leader in the adventure of capturing the steamer. Both of them would be obliged to keep up appearances for the present. Christy's first thought after he had settled himself in his new quarters related to the cabin steward, who hracd served him very faithfully, and whom lie had 12b LAYING OUT A PLAN OF OPERATIONS 1 27 brought off in the Teaser, the former name of the Bronx. He had no doubt lie was still on board, and probably acting in his former capacity, for Mr. Flint knew that lie was attached to the man for the service he had rendered, not only to him but to his country. He was absolutely sure that Dave could be trusted under any and all cii- cumstances, and the first thing lie did would be to make a connection with him. Christy became rather impatient because the Bronx did not get under way; but he concluded from such sounds as came to his ears that she was taking in shot, shells, and powder, as well as stores and supplies. At any rate, neither Corny nor his first lieutenant canme into the cabin, so far as he could ascertain. But he had not been in his hiding-place an hour before lie heard a noise in the adjoining apartmnent. It was not the com- mander, for the noise was an occasional rapping; it was not an unfamiliar sound to him, for he had often heard it before when he lay in his berth. Dave was a remarkably neat person, and he was always dusting the cabin and stateroom when he had nothing else to do. He was sure that the rap- ping was caused by the steward's feather duster. STAND BY THE UNION In a few minutes, when he had made the cabin tidy for the reception of "M Massa Cap'n Passford," he transferred his labors to the stateroom. He worked in the berth and all its surroundings, including the desk, which still contained the real commander's papers, and then gave his attention to the trunk beneath. ";Dave," said Christy, after he had obtained a view of the back of the steward's head which sat- isfied him that he was the right man. "1 Mullygumps! " exclaimed Dave, as he sus- pended his labors on the trunk. No doubt he was greatly surprised to hear his name, pronounced as though it came up through the deck, as he had abundant reason to be. "' Dave," repeated Christy, in a more decided tone after he had heard the voice of the steward. "Is that you, Pink Mulgrum" demanded Dave. "I give you the whole State of Alabama, but I thought we done rid of you long ago. Who's there" ",Don't you know me, Dave " asked Christy, speaking out plainly so that the steward might recognize his voice. " Maggywogs! That sounds like Massa Christy's 128 LAYING OUT A PMAN OF OPE.fATTONS l2 voice; but I done seen him on deck five or tell minutes ago." "No, you didn't, Dave; that was Corny," re- plied Christy. " Gollywops! But he was in command of the Bronx, for I done seen Mr. Flint hand it over to him. Go 'way! You can't fool this colored per- son." "I tell you the truth, Dave; but things are mixed," added Christy. "'I believe you; they be mixed if you be the captain when I done seen him onl deck just now." "4Sit down onl the floor, Dave, afnd I will tell you all about it," continued Chr-isty, though the difficulty of convincing the steward was not un- expected. "Let me see your face before you told me any- thing," persisted Dave, as he pulled out one end of the trunk, andl dropped upon his knees where he could see under the berth. Chiristy crawled to the front of the berth, and thrust his head out into the stateroom in as nat- ural a position as he could place it. "Wollywogs! You look like Massa Christy, for sure," exclaimed Dave, as he gave himself up STAND BY THE UNION to a study of the face presented to him. "But the captain looks like Massa Christy too." " You have never seen my cousin Corny, I be- lieve, Dave; but he looks like me. Now sit down, and I will tell you all about it." "I never saw Massa Corny; but I done hear enough about him when I was at Bonnydale. Show me your knife and your watch, Massa Christy." He complied with the request, as he saw that it was a very simple means of identification, for the steward had some skill as a mechanic, and he had frequently sharpened the knife, and knew the repeater of the lieutenant from having seen it so often, for it was a very peculiar watch. Dave's last doubt vanished when these articles were pro- duced. ",But the other Massa Passford looks just like you," added Dave. " If you saw us together you would not mistake him for me," replied Christy, as he proceeded to explain the situation to the steward, upon whom he depended for very important assistance. He related the incidents which had occurred at Bonnydale, the loss of his commission and orders, 130 LAYING OUT A PLAN OF Ol'EIATIONS 131 and the decision of Captain Battleton against him, concluding with the statement that lie was then a prisoner of war, but had made his escape from the place where he had been required to remain. ",A prisoner of war!" exclaimed the steward. "The commander of the ship a prisoner! " "That is exactly the situation, Dave. Can you tell me what they are doing on deck " asked Christy, who began to feel more hopeful of the future. "1 The Bronx is taking in provisions, stores, and ammunition. They say the captain has his orders, but I don't know about that." "1 Can you tell me what position Mr. Flint has on board " "Ile's just what he was before, when you was on board; lie is the second lieutenant, and we have a new man for first, I believe they call him Gallivan," replied Dave, who was intelligent enough to comprehend what he saw on deck. "His name is Galvinne, and he was second lieutenant of the Vernon; but he is a Confeder- ate. I think he is to be the real commander of the Bronx if they succeed in getting her into Pen- sacola," added Christy. 2S'I'ANU) . BY THE, UNION "Into Pensacola "' exclaimed the steward, aghast at the remark. "Of course my cousin Corny intends to hand the vessel over to the Confederate government." 'b Gollywompus ' My old master Nvill get me back then '" groaned Dave, who had been very happy in his new service and at Bonnydale wvhere he had spent considerable of his timie while Christy was waiting for the fitting out of the Bronx. is I think I bad better get onl board of the flag-ship right off." "Don't do it, Dave, for I hope to save the ves- sel to the Union, and you can render me the most important service in this matter," added Christy. "Then I stay for sure; I don't go back onl vout Massa Christy," protested the steward warmly. "Thank you, Dave." "There ain't no hole in this millstone for me," continued Dave, suddenly becoming very thought- ful. "' I don't see how Massa Corny can run away with the steamer when she has her officers and crew on board." "' I have just told you that the first lieutenant is a Confederate officer; and I have not yet learned who is the third lieutenant. Among the crew I 132 LAYING OUT A PLAN OF OPERATIONS 133 know there are at least four men, and there may be twenty of them, who are to take part in this plot. The loyal men will not be likely to inter- fere with the officers unless they have a leader. The fact that the Bronx is headed into a Confed- erate port would not create a rebellion on board unless they were informed of the actual situation. By the time the Union men found out the plot, it would be too late for them to do anything, for the vessel would be under the guns of the forts." "B But what are we going to do, Massa Christy " asked the steward, dazzled by the situation " We must recapture the vessel before she gets into port; and what I want most now is to see Mr. Flint. You must fix the matter in some way, Dave, so that I can see him. Now go on deck, mnd ascertain what is going on there. If you get a chance, speak to Mr. Flint; but be extremely careful." "You can trust Dave, Massa Christy," replied the steward, as the officer drew back into his hiding-place. Dave arranged the trunk and other articles to the best advantage for the concealment of the lieutenant, and then left the stateroom. Christy, STAND BY THE UNION as soon as he had become acquainted with the situation, had arranged his plan of action, and the new officers of the Bronx were likely to encounter a mutiny, either to inaugurate or end their sway. In less than half an hour, the steward returned to the stateroom with the information that he had spoken to the second lieutenant, and informed him that the real commander of the Bronx wvas con- cealed under the berth in the captain's stateroom. "Mr. Flint has not had his breakfast yet, and he will come below for it very soon," added Dave. "1 He was just coming down for it when he got the signal to come alongside the flag-ship." "Did Mr. Flint say anything " asked Christy. "' Not a word, sir; only said he would be down to his breakfast in a few minutes." The lieutenant took out his memorandum book, and looked at the names of the men he had spotted as disloyal, Rockton and Warton, to which he had added two others, Nichols and Swayne, after he had observed that they were very intimate with the two whose names he had learned from their own mouths. "s Now, Dave, I have another commission for you to execute," continued Christy, as he tore out the 134 I DAVE IDENTIFIES CHRISrY. - Page 130. This page in the original text is blank. LAYING OUT A PLAN OF OPERATIONS. 135 leaf on which he had written the names. " Not less than twenty-five of the crew of the Bronx came from New York in the Vernon. One of them is Ralph Pennant, and he is an intelligent man, and one that can he trusted You will see him. Tell him the commander is an impostor. Do you know what an impostor is, Dave" "I reckon I do, sir; your cousin Corny is an impostor," replied the steward promptly. " You will find this man, and give him this paper. The names on it are those of disloyal men. Tell him to look out for them, and find out as far as lie can who are true to the Union.'' Christy had hardly finished his instructions to the steward before lie heartd footsteps in the cabin. Dave looked into the apartment and discovered Mr. Flint, wlho went into the stateroom at once. STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER XII A LESSON IN ORDINARY POLITENESS THOUGH the second lieutenant of the Bronx had not been to breakfast, it was not his stomach that made the first demand upon him. He directed the steward to remain in the gangway and apprise him of the coming of any person in the direction of the cabin and ward room. Dave took his station on the steps. Mr. Flint entered the stateroom, and the first thing he did was to drop down on his knees and thrust his right hand into the space under the berth. It was instantly grasped by Christy, and given a warm pressure. " Is it really you, Captain Passford " asked the second lieutenant. "No doubt of it," replied Christy. "I thought you were somewhat changed in your looks when I saw you come on board of the Bronx, and then I felt that the greeting you gave me was rather stiff for an old comrade who had 136 A LESSON IN ORDINARY POLITENESS 137 passed some time with you in a Confederate prison," added Mr. Flint. " We have no time to talk sentiment now. It is necessary for you to understand the situation better than you do," interposed Christy; and he proceeded to explain in what manner his cousin Corny happened to be in command of the Bronx, while he was himself nominally a prisoner of war. " Your absence from the between decks of the Vernon has been discovered, and Captain Battle- ton has caused the strictest search to be made for you on board of all three of the ships. The last I saw of him he was evidently talking with the flag-officer about you, as I judged from his looks anl gestures," replied the second lieutenant. ",He has not found me yet; and I think that the stateroom of the commander of the Bronx is the last place he will think of looking for nte. But I have no time to talk of merely selfish mat- ters, for I am not at all worried about my personal safety while we are within Union lines. If this plot succeeds, and the conspirators get the ship into a Confederate port, I shall feel differently about this matter. Has any third lieutenant been appointed, Mr. Flint" STAND BY THE UNION " There has, captain; he is a young man by the name of Byron; but I did not learn his rank." "Byron! " exclaimed Christy, recalling Walsh, and the name he bad insisted was his own wvhen he first encotiatered hinm on board of the Vernon. "He may have a rank in the Confederate navy, but he has nione in that of the Union. In other words, lie is a Confederate officer or seaman, and he is the man who helped Corny steal my com- mission and orders." "pWe have a nest of them in the cabin - the captain and two officers. What is to be done We cannot allow the Bronx to be captured by any such trick as this, with forty-five loyal seamen on board of her, to say nothing of myself as a loyal officer." "'All the crew are not loyal," replied Christy, as he explained the instructions lie had given to the steward. "' But most of the crew must be loyal, for twenty of the old seamen remain on board, and every one of them is as true as steel," Mr. Flint insisted. "But the conspirators do not intend that any issue shall be raised until the vessel is under the 138 A LESS''N I.N ORDINARY POLITENESS guns of a Confederate fort. Doubtless Mr. Gal- vinne, whom I look upon as the actual com- mander of the steamer, for Corny is no sailor, will run into Pensacola Bay under the Anmerican flag. Priobably he is a pilot in these waters, and knows whalt signal to make to the Confederate forts." "I don't believe le would attempt to run in while it is broad daylight," suggested Mr. Flint. "Captain Corny already has his sailing orders. They are sealed, but he is to proceed to the east- ward. I should say that he would obey orders, and vhen it is time for him to break the seals this evening, he wvill come about, hug the shore of St. Rosa's till lie comes to the entrance of the bay, when he will go in." "If he does that, so much the better, for we shall have more time to prepare for a decided stroke," replied Christy. " I have my plan all ready, though of course it may fail, and to-night we may all be prisoners of wvar." "But don't vou believe it will be better to appeal to the flag-officer " asked the second lieutenant. " What good will that do " demanded Christy. "My cousin has made out his case before the captain of the Vernon." 139 STAND BY THE UNION - 1tut you had no witnesses then. You have twenty or thirty of them now. I know you, and so do all the members of the old crew." "But it appears that you promptly accepted your commander in the person of my cousin," said Christy, laughing in spite of the gravity of the situation. " If I had seen you and Corny together, I should have known which was which," pleaded Mr. Flint. "iDo you think if I should present myself on deck at this moment, wearing the frock and shirt of a common seaman, the men would identify me alongside Corny, who wears the uniform of an officer " "1 I am not so sure of that." ,,I don't see how the commodore could go behind the commission which Corny carries in his pocket, with the orders of the department, any more than Captain Battleton could. I have thought of this, and I am afraid to trust myself to the chance," replied Christy very decidedly. " Besides, I desire to take the conspirators in the very act of running away with the Bronx; then I can make out a good case." 140 A LESSON IN ORDINARY POLITENESS "But how is this desirable end to be accom- plished " inquired the second lieutenant, who seemed to be troubled with some doubts. "Very easily, I think." "But you must not be rash, captain." "Will it be the highest prudence to permit the conspirators to take the Fronx into a Confederate port, Pensacola, or any other" demanded Christy with more earnestness than he had yet manifested. " We may not be able to help ourselves." "By taking the bull by the horns in good season, I am confident we can prevent this mis- chief ." Without discussing this matter any farther, Christy detailed his plan to Mr. Flint, which was certainly very simple, and the second lieutenant could raise no objection to it. He was requested to select the men who were to take part in the enterprise, and all the particulars were definitely arranged. There was nothing more to be done, and Christy was left to himself to consider what he had done. The hungry officer helped himself hastily from the table which was waiting for him in tha ward room, and then hastened on deck. The transfer of cargo, so far as the Bronx was 141 STAND BY THE UNION concerned, was completed. It appeared that the flag-officer was hurrying the departure of the steamer on her mission, whatever it was. He had just bad a long talk with Corny, and doubtless there was danger that the object of the cruise might be defeated by delay. In a short time the Bronx was under way, headed to the eastward, in accordance with her verbal orders, for the sealed envelope was not to be opened till nine o'clock in the evening, as Christy learned from Mr. Flint. The deck was in charge of the second lieuten- ant, who was seeing that everything was put in order. But it might have been observed that he was more familiar with the men than was his habit. For the first time since he came on board, Corny went below to take a look at his quarters, Dave bearing his valise before him. At the same time Mr. Galvinne presented himself in the ward room to take possession of the stateroom of the first lieutenant, which was the farthest forward on the starboard side. It had been Christy's room dur- ing his service in the Gulf, though he had made himself at home in the captain's cabin when he was acting commander on the voyage from New York. 142 A LESSON IN ORDINARY POLITENESS 143 "This is my cabin, is it" said Corny, as he followed the steward into the apartment. "I think you ought to know it by this time, Captain Passford," answered Dave; and the re- inark was enough to condemn the impostor in the opinion of the servant. " You lived in here when you were in command of the vessel." "All right. You may go into the ward room and ask Mr. Galvinne to come in here," added Corny, who did not feel quite at home in the cabin, and was in mortal terror of committing some indiscretion in his unaccustomed position. "Invite the first lieutenant to the captain's cabin," said Dave. "' Yes, sir; " and the steward left the cabin. It was some little time before Mr. Galvinne presented himself, for probably he did not feel bound to obey the orders of the bogus captain with especial promptness. However, he came after a quarter of an hour, and seated himiself familiarly iii an armchair at the table. He had the bearing of the superior officer, to which Corny made no objection. "We are all right so far," said Corny. "Perhaps we are; but you talk too much by STAND BY THE UNION half, Passford, and I have been dreading that you would make a slip of some kind," replied Mr. Galvinne rather crustily. "You were as stupid as a Kentucky mule when you stopped to talk with Byron in the waist." ",And you were as stupid as an Alabama mule when you snapped at me for doing so in the pres- ence of some of the sailors," replied Corny, with considerable spirit; and Christy, who heard all that was said, was glad to have him maintain the dignity of the family in his new situation. "I hope you wvill not make a donkey of your- self before we have finished this business," added the executive officer for the time being. "Now have you looked at your orders " "I have not; they are sealed orders, and I am not to open them till nine o'clock this evening," replied Corny. "I believe you have lost all the wits you ever had, Passford," said Mr. Galvinne contemptuously. " If I did, you did not pick them up." ",I am not going to banter with you, Passford. Where are your orders" demanded the first lieu- tenant in a tyrannical manner. "1 They are in my pocket," replied Corny sourly. 144 A LESSON IN ORDINARY POLITENESS 145 "H1land them over to me, and let us have no more fooling." "I will take care of the orders myself." "What! Are you not going to give them to me " demanded Mr. Galvinne, apparently as much in astonishment as in anger. "Not till you change your tone. I wish you to understand that I am in command of this ship), and I have my commission in my pocket. I intend to be treated with decency at least." Well, this is pleasant and it will be my duty to report your conduct to my superior officer. In command of this ship! Why, you don't know enough to lay off the course of the ship, or even to box the compass." ' I know enough to understand when I amn treated like a gentleman. Change y-our manners, or I wvill order you to leave my cabin. You talk to me as though I were a small boy, and had noth- ing to do with the enterprise in which we are engaged," returned Corny. "IDo you expect me to obey your orders" demanded the executive officer in a sneering tone. ",If you don't, I will send for the second lieu- 146 STAND BY THE UNION tenant and a file of men to put you out of my cabin." There was a silence for a few moments. "This will never do, Passford," said the tyran- nical officer. "I don't think it will, Galvinne. Behave like a gentleman, and we shall have no difficulty,' added Corny. "Will you permit me to see your orders, Mr. Passford" said the officer. The breach was closed, and Corny produced the sealed envelope. THE OPENING OF THE SECRET ORDERS 147 CHAPTER XIII THE OPENING OF THE SECRET ORDERS CHRISTY listened with interest to the conversa- tion in the captain's cabin, though so far it had afforded him no information in regard to the pres- ent situation, and it was hardly likely to do so, for he had already been told by Mr. Flint what the next movement of the Bronx was to be. She had already been ordered to proceed to the east- ward, and her sealed instructions would reveal the enterlprise in which she was to engage. The steamer had been so successful while in command of Captain Blowitt in breaking up the .shipping of cotton in a port where a larger vessel could not operate, that Christy promptly con- cluded that she was to be used in a similar enter- prise. The listener was amused rather than im- )resse(l by the conversation which was in progress so near him, and especially at the display of dig- nity and authoiity on the part of his cousin. STAND BY TEE UNION Mr. Galvinne had proved himself to be a very gentlemanly officer in what little Christy had secil of him on the voyage from New York; but tVl situation was entirely changed so far as he wi; concerned. It appeared from the conversation, a; the listener had for some time supposed, that the second lieutenant of the Vernon was the real leader of the enterprise of which Corny was the nominal head. Probably the restraint of over a week imposed upon him had fretted his spirit, and when he found himself alone with his incompetent superior, he became conscious of the superiority his knowledge and training gave him. Christy rather sympathized with him in his con- tempt for the one who was only nominally his superior, though that could not excuse the breach of good manners of which he had been guilty, whether in the old or the new navy. He felt that Mr. Galvinne was a man of ability, and that he was the only person whom he had to fear in carry- ing out his plan for the recovery of the vessel. ,,I am not a naval officer, though I have given a good deal of attention to the study of nautical subjects in connection with this enterprise, and I am not a cipher," continued Corny, after he had 148 THE OPENING OF THE SECRET ORDERS 149 handed the sealed envelope to his companion. "I expect to be treated with reasonable consideration, even while I defer to you in all nautical matters. Let us understand each other." "I acknowledge that I was altogether too brusque with you, Mr. Passford, and I beg your pardon for my rudeness," said Mr. Galvinne. "I am entirely satisfied, Mr. Galvinne ; and here is my hand," added Corny, who doubtless felt that he had fully vindicated himself. "I have been living on a hot gridiron for the last ten days, and in the first moments of freedom I overstepped the limits of propriety. I hope we understand each other now, for we are engaged in an important enterprise, and we cannot afford to be at variance," replied the naval officer. "lOur work is yet unfinished, though it has progressed admirably so far. Have I your permission to open this sealed envelope " "1 Certainly, Mr. Galvinne; I had heard so much about sealed orders in the instructions given me for this undertaking, that I was under the impres- sion that they were not to be seen till the time marked on the envelope." " It is not necessary to obey the orders of the STAND BY THE UNION Yankee flag-officer under present circumstances," answered Mr. Galvinne in a chuckling tone, as it sounded to the listener. The naval officer read the orders aloud for the benefit of his associate. The flag-oflicer had ob. taiiied information that a steainer wvas loading with cotton at St. Andrew's Bay, and Captain Passford was instructed to visit that locality and capture the vessel, and any others that might be found there. "1Why was it necessary to give secret orders for such an expedition as this " asked Corny. "It was vise on the part of the Yankee commo- dore to make his orders secret; for information might have been sent by telegraph or otherwise to St. Andrew's, which would have enabled our people to get the steamer mentioned out of the way, or to prepare a successful resistance to the gunboat sent to capture it," Mr. Galvinne ex- plained in the tone of one who enlightens an ignorant person. "I see; that is plain enough," added Corny. "How far is it to St. Andrew's " "If I remember rightly it is eighty-three sea wiles from the entrance to Pensacola Bay. But 650 THE OPENING OF THE SECRET ORDERS 151 you do not run away with the idea that it is necessary for you, as the present commander of the Bronx, to visit this place " asked the naval officer. "1 Of course we are not bound to obey the orders of the Union flag-officer," added Corny. "But now you know the situation thoroughly, Mr. Galvinne, and I suppose you are ready to arrange your plans for the future." "TThere is not much planning to be done; all we have to do is to run into Pensacola when we are ready to do so," replied the naval officer. "' Do you think it advisable to do so at once " asked Corny; and his motive seemed to be simple curiosity, for he was not competent to give advice on a naval question, though he was in nominal connmand of the steamer. "iCertainly not; for as soon as it was seen on board of the flag-ship that the commander of the Bronx was disobeying his orders, we should be chased by the two ships on the station and fired upon." "How shall you manage it" "We shall be well out of sight of the flag-ship by dark, or sooner, and then we can come about, STAND BY THE UNION and keeping closely under the lee of the land, we shall reach the entrance of the bay before morn- ing; and then all we have to do is to run in." "1 But the flag-ship will make out the steamer," suggested Corny. " We shall be too far in for her to do us any harm, for the water has not less than four fathoms anywhere along the shore of St. Rosa's Island." "But she wvill signal the fort to fire upon us." ";They can't make us out soon enough to do us any harm, or not much, at any rate," replied Mr. Galvinne confidently. "1 I hope it will all come out right, but I have some fears," added the impostor. "You need not have. You have played your part remarkably well, Mr. Passford, and it was an excellent idea on the part of Major Pierson, who suggested this plan of putting you in the place of your cousin. He had seen you and your relative together, I believe" "6He had, for we were both prisoners of war after our unsuccessful attempt to capture the Bellevite, on the Hudson." 'I have heard about that; and I know that your cousin Christopher is no chicken." 152 THE OPENING OF THE SECRE'T OIRDES 153 " He is what the Yankees call smart, and I know he is all that," added Corny. "W What do you suppose has become of him Whelh Captain Battleton sent for him in order to let the commo- dore see us both together, he could not be found. As you know, all three vessels were very thor- oughly searched without any success." "There are a great many hiding-places on board of any vessel, and I am very clear in my own mind as to what became of him. Of coulse, the flag-officer, seeing both of you together, would have been as much perplexed as the captain was, and he would have been compelled to accept the evidence of the commission and the orders in your possession." "1 But Christy would have found plenty of witnesses here: the second lieutenant and the seamen on board of the Bronx, for example. "1 The evidence might have perplexed him; if he lhad done anything, he would have been more likely to retain both of you on board of the flag- ship, and appointed a new officers in command of the Bronx, rather than go back of the evidence of the commission," argued Mr. Galvinne. "But Christy has disappeared all the same and where do Stu sulppose lie is STAND BY THE UNION '"I have no doubt he is concealed on board of the Vernon, with the intention of returning to New York, where he has plenty of influential friends to fight his battle for him. But I must go on deck, or something may go wrong in my absence." Christy heard the footsteps of the late second lieutenant of the Vernon as he left the cabin. He had listened to the details of the plan formed by the naval officer, and it agreed with the pre- diction of Mr. Flint. While he was thinking of what he had just learned, he heard the step of Corny -for it could not be that of any other person so soon - coming into the stateroom then he saw his feet from behind his barricade of bags and baggage. He had not expected his cousin to make any full examination of the room to be occupied by the commander of the gunboat, for his stay on board would be short, and he could not feel any great interest in the room. His curiosity might lead him to make a closer examination of the interior of the apartment than would be agreeable to his cousin. He felt that he was in danger of being discovered in his hiding-place; but he in- 164 THE OPENING OF THE SECRET ORDERS 155 stantly made up his mind as to what he would do in the event of such an accident. He had hoped to be spared from any personal conflict with his cousin, and he had made his plan so as to avoid any such disagreeable necessity. But if Corny carried his investigations too far for his safety, and especially for the success of his enterprise, he decided that the ties of blood should not prevent him from doing his whole duty as lie understood it. He was therefore prepared to inuz- zle the intruder, and confine his hands behind him with a strap he had taken from his valise. Hap- pily Corny didl nothing more than look under the berth while still standing in the space in front of it, and in this position he could not see the fugi- tive. The impostor wandered about the cabin for a time, and then Christy heard his footsteps on the stairs as he ascended to the deck. He had hardly left the cabin before the steward entered the stateroom, and reported that he had seen Ralph Pennant, and that he had told him all he knew about the loyalty and the disloyalty of the new hands in the crew. Ralph reported that he had "spotted" the four seamen whose names had been given him before the Vernon reached the station. STAND BY THE UNION "' What does he say in regard to me" asked Christy. ";He said lie believed you were bony fido com. mander of the Bronx, and he is ready to obey your orders. Mr. Flint had a talk with him while the first lieutenant was below; he talked to Boxie, and three more of the men, and he did it mighty sly, too, for the third lieutenant was on the deck all the time. There's eight bells, iMassa Christy, aiid the second lieutenant will have the deck." "1 did not think it was so late; but that re- minds me that I have eaten nothing since my breakfast was brought to me early this morning," said Christy. c; I hope to drink up every drop of water in the Alabama River if I did not forget all about that! Gollywomps! Dave is getting stupid," exclaimed the steward, springing to his feet. " I can't bring you a regular dinner, Massa Christy, but I will do the best I can." Never mind the regular dinner; but bring me something to eat, if it is only some crackers anjd cheese," added Christy; and the steward hastened to his pantry. He soon returned with a huge slice of ham anld 156 THE OPENING OF THE SECRET ORDERS 157 some cold biscuits. The hungry fugitive, who had not left his appetite at home, immediately at- tacked the provision as though it had been an enemy of the Union, and stood by it till he had devoured the whole of it; and it proved to be just a pattern for his empty stomach, and lhe declined Dave's offer to bring him another. He had hardcv finished it before Mr. Flint paid him another visit, and reported everything ready for the recapture of the steamer. STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER XIV THE AFFRAY ON THE QUARTER-DECK OF THE BRONX CHRISTY was satisfied that all was going well in regard to the capture of the Bronx, and he went to sleep after he had disposed of his dinner, and arranged the final details of the enterprise with the second lieutenant. Mr. Flint was somewhat impatient to carry out his plan; but Christy in- sisted that nothing should be done till the orders of the flag-officer had been actually disobeyed. ft was decided that coming about, and heading the Bronx to the westward would constitute diso- bedience. When Christy awoke it was dark, or at least dusky, as far as he could judge in his conceal- ment. He heard the rattle of dishes, knives and forks in the cabin, and he understood that the captain was taking his dinner. A conversation was in progress, and Christy concluded from the 158 THE AFFRAY ON THE BRONX voices he heard that Corny had invited his first lieutenant to dine with him. " I think we shall be in Pensacola Bay by day- light," said Mr. Galvinne; " and we have just the right kind of weather for our enterprise. It is cloudy, and it looks as though we might have a fog, for they often come up after dark when the wind is as it is now." "What time shall you come about" asked Corny, apparently from curiosity rather than any especial interest inl the navigation of the steamer. "About nine o'clock; perhaps sooner. Byron will have the deck from eight bells for the first -ratch; I hope anid expect Flint will turn in at that time, for lhe will have the mid-watch. It might be a little awkward if hie happens to be on deck when we change our course from east to west." Christy did not believe that the second lieuten- ant would turn in at the time indicated, though lie might make a pretence of doing so, and shut him- self up in his stateroom. Mr. Galvinne proceeded to say that he should have Rockton and Warton ready to make Mr. Flint a prisoner in case he be- came too inquisitive. Nichols and Sayles would 1109 STAND IlY THE UNION be available near the quarter-deck in case any demonstration was made by any portion of the crew. "But there will be no trouble of any kind," added the first lieutenant. "' We are not carrying sail, and I shall quietly give the word to the quar- termaster to make the course west instead of east. Flint is the only man on board who is at all likely to question the regularity of the proceedings on board; and I do not see how he can do it, for he knows nothing at all about the orders under which we are sailing. In fact, we shall be on the other tack before the time comes to open the sealed envelope." "1 I hope it will all come out right," added Corny. "You may depend upon it that we shall be under the guns of Fort Barrancas, or farther up the bay, before daylight," replied the actual com- mander. "What am I to do, Mr. Galvinne" asked Corny. "Nothing at all; you can turn in as soon as you like and sleep through the whole, for there will be nothing at all to disturb you. As I said, 160 THE AFFRAY ON THE BRONX Flint is the only person on board who is likely to make the least trouble, and he will be asleep in his berth. If he asks hard questions when be comes on deck at eight bells for the mid-watch, our men will secure him. That is the whole of it. I must go on deck now, for I can smell the fog." "How are you going to get to the entrance of the bay in a fog" inquired Corny. ",If we keep her due west wve shall be all right; and I know this coast as well as I do may father's plantation," replied Mr. Galvinne; and Christy heard him open the door. "1 I think I shall go on deck and see the fun, if there is any, and turn in if there is none," added Christy. The dishes rattled for a moment, and then the fugitive heard the step and the voice of Dave in the stateroom. " I done bring you something more to eat, Mlassa Christy," said the steward, wvho appeared to have suffered some lapse in his grammar and pronuncia- tion during the absence at the North of his in- structor; and as he spoke he handed in a piece of pie and a large slice of cake. 161l STAND BY THE UNION Christy was not very hungry after his late diii- ner, but he ate the dainties brought to him, and found that the cook of the Bronx had lost none of his skill. Ile might not have an opportunity to eat again very soon, for he did not lose sight of tihe fact that failure was possible, and lie might soon be an occupant of a Confederate prison with Flint, as lie had been once before. Dave busied himself in clearing the cabin table, and Christy impatiently waited the time for the decided action which had been planned. Aboat half an hour later, wvhen be realized from the con- dition of the stateroom that it was quite dark, the sounds coming to him assured him that the course of the Bronx had been changed as indicated by Mr. Galvinne. No noise or confusion on deck followed it, and the naval officer's prediction seemed to be in a fair way to be realized. Another half hour elapsed, and except the monotonous plaint of the screw, no sound was to be heard. A footstep came from the cabin, where Dave was at work, or appeared to be, for he had been stationed there for his part of the programme which was presently to be carried out. "Steward, light the lamp in my stateroom," 162 THE AFFRAY ON THE BRONX said Corny; and Christy was glad to find that he intended to retire for the night, for lie had no duties to perform unless there was a disturbance on the quarter-deck. The lanp on gimbols was lighted, and Corny took possession of the room, and had not a suspi- cion that he was not its only occupant. He lay down in his berth after he had removed his coat and shoes, and in a few minutes Christy judged that he was asleep from the sound of his breath- ing, which soon degenerated into a mild snore. Mr. Flint was to make a beginning in the project, or, as Dave called it, "open the ball." In less than another half hour, Christy heard a knock on the cabin door, which -was the signal from the second lieutenant that it was time to begin operations. He crawled to the front of the space beneath the berth at the sound, and at the same moment Dave came in at the door of the stateroom, which had been left open. The steward lost no time in acting his part, the first step of which was to jam a handkerchief into the half-open mouth of Corny Passford; but he had been counselled to use no more force than was necessary to subdue him. Dave then turned 163 64STAND BY THE UNIO0: him over on his back in spite of his aimless strug- gles, for, as he was roused from his sound slumber, he was too much bewildered to accomplish any- thing like an effective resistance. The strap which Christy had provided for the purpose was used in fastening his hands behind hin], and so far fs Corny was concerned, the battle was fought and the victory won. Christy had crawled out of his narrow quarters under the berth as soon as Dave began to operate on the sleeper above him, and he stood ready to assist the steward if his services were required; but there was hardly anything like a struggle, for Corny had been so completely surprised that he was incapable of doing anything in self-defence. With his hands strapped behind him, and with the gag still in his mouth, he was permitted to remain in the berth under the guard of Dave. Not a particle of noise had been made in the stateroom; at least, none that could be heard on the deck above. Christy hastened from the little apartment through the cabin to the gangway, where he found Mr. Flint at the head of the stairs prepared to execute the part of the work assigned to him, which was to fall upon Mr. Gal- 164 THE AFFRAY ON THE BRONX 1A5 vinne; but he did not appear to be in a favorable position for the attack. " What are you waiting for, Mr. Flint " asked Christy in a whisper, as he joined the second lieutenant. " He has gone into the waist," replied the offi- cer in waiting. " He will be back in a moment." Christy had looked into the ward room as he passed the door, for the captain's cabin was not provided with a separate companion-way, as is usual on men-of-war, for the space could not be spared in so small a vessel. All was still there, but two men stood near the door waiting for the signal to rush to the deck. " What are those men doing aft, Mr. Byron" demanded the first lieutenant, with some excite- ment in his manner. "' They were very nearly on the quarter-deck, and they seemed to be very reluctant to go forward." " I am sure I don't know, Mr. Galvinne; I did not order them there," replied the third lieutenant, who was in charge of the deck. "I suppose they have seen that the course of the ship has been changed, and I thought they might have come aft to ask some questions, STAND BY THE UNION though the men ought to be better trained than that," added Mr. Galvinne, as he came quite near the companion-way where the second lieutenant was waiting for him, with Christy l)ehind him, and ready to support him. Mr. Flint sprang upon the quarter-deck and threw himself upon Mr. Galvinne, closely fol- lowed by Christy. At the same time, and as soon as the gangway was clear, the two men who had been stationed in the ward room leaped upon the deck, and threw themselves upon the third lieu- tenant. At the same moment, the six men who had been lurking in the waist, and who had at- tracted the attention of the executive officer, has- tened to the scene of the conflict. Rockton, who had been made a quartermaster, and the helmsman, Warton, went to the assistance of the first and third lieutenants. Neither of the two disloyal officers of the Bronx was an infant, and each struggled like a brave man against the force that attacked them. Mr. Flint had fallen upon Mr. Galvinne from behind, and had thrown him down at the first onslaught. He fought like a tiger, but with the aid of Christy and two of the men from the 166 THE AFFRAY ON THE BRONX waist, he was subdued, and Christy had a strap ready to confine his hands behind him. Then he was drawn over to the rail and made fast to a belaying pin. Byron was not less energetic than his superior in his own defence, but the two stout sailors who had been selected to capture him were more than doubly a match for him, and he was carefully secured. At the same time there was a free fight between Rockton and Warton on the one side, and the sailors who had come aft, but the disloyal tars were conquered in the end. The prisoners were all bound and made fast to the rail. The entire watch had come aft while the battle was in progress, and those who had been instructed in the situation and had taken part in the recovery of the ship explained to their loyal companions the meaning of the affair which had just been brought to a conclusion. Involuntarily they gave three tremendous cheers, and then three more for the genuine commander. Not a few of them who had served with Christy in the Gulf declared they had not believed that the person who was the nominal captain was their old first lieutenant; they knew that something 167 STAND BY THE UNION was wrong, they said, though they could not tell what. Perhaps they found the captain less active than formerly, and considered him somewhat changed after his visit to the north; but doubtless they were as much blinded by the resemblance as others had been. " Mr. Flint, I appoint you acting first lieutenant of the Bronx," said Christy, as soon as the affray was over. "; You will restore order on board." The new executive officer sent the men forward, called out one of the old quartermasters to con the wheel, and placed a loyal seaman under his charge as helmsman. Order was almost instantly restored under his direction, and the men had enough to talk about to last them the entire night. Mr. Flint had his doubts in regard to the security of the prisoners; their bonds of straps and rope were removed, and their places supplied by iron handcuffs. 168 REBELLIOUS AND PREJUDICED PRISONER 169 CHAPTER XV A REBELLIOUS AND PREJUDICED PRISONER "WELL., Mr. Flint, we have been more suc- cessful than I feared we might be," said Christy, after the prisoners except Corny had been put in irons, thoutgIh they consisted of only five officers -and seamen. " As usual, you are the hero of the adventure," replied the new first lieutenant, laughing. "1 But I must say it was the stupidest enterprise in which rational men ever engaged." "I decline to be regarded as the hero of the adventure, as you call it; and it was not so stupid as you suggest," replied Christy, with the greatest good-nature. "Perhaps you builded better than you knew; but if you had not escaped from the Vernon, and managed the whole affair, it would have been a success," added Mr. Flint. "Then the scheme cannot be considered so stupid as you represent it." STAND BY THE UNION "But it had not one chance in ten of success. Your cousin looks more like you than lie did the last time I saw him." " He fixed himself up to pass for me, and that helped his case very greatly. lie put on a uni- form like mine, such a one as you have never seen him wear." " He did not look quite natural to ne; but I could not make out what made the change in his looks," continued Mr. Flint. "You can see for yourself, that the plot would have been a success if you had not been on board of the Bronx to tell me what had happened. Whatever passed be- tween the flag-officer and Captain Battleton, nothing at all was said among the officers about the decision the commander of the Vernon had been obliged to make when he accepted your cousin as the genuine Christopher Passford, or- dered to the command of the Bronx. While I thought you were somewhat altered in appearance, and that your greeting to me was rather cold and formal when you caine on board, I did not suspect that the officer who represented you was an impostor." " Do you think you should have let these con- 170 REBELLIOUS AND PREJUDICED PRISONER 171 spirators run into Pensacola Bay without meddling with the matter " asked Christy. ,,I am sure I should, for I could not have iuelped myself. The captain had his orders, to be opened about this time ; anti I should have sup- posed you were going into the bay to shell out Fort Barrancas." "1 You could hardly have supposed that a little gunboat like the Bronx wvas sent all alone on such a mission." " I obey my orders without question, and I should not have suspected anything was out of the way. I was rather cut up when I found that Galvinne had been appointed executive officer; and that, with the cold greeting you gave me, led ine to ask in what manner I had lost your good opinion." "Of course Corny asked for his appointment, for MIr. Galvinne was the real leader of the enter- prise. I think you and some of the rest of us have narrowly escaped a Confederate prison." "That is lilain enough; and we only escaped it because you took it into your head to leave the Vernon at the time you left her. I thiink the Bronx would have gone into Pensacola Bay with- STAND BY THE UNION out the least trouble, for I have no doubt Gal- vinne knew just what signals to make to Fort Mellae, and just as well what ones to make to Fort 1Pickenis. The ship would have been there by midnight, and up to that time I should have been asleep in my stateroom; and they would not have taken the trouble to call the watch below at that hour." ",No matter; we have the Bronx again, and she is not yet to become a Confederate cruiser. But Corny had the sealed orders of the flag-officer, aild I heard Mr. Galvinne read them. The Bronx is ordered to St. Andrew's to attend to the case of a steamer loading there to run the blockade. Sllll I obey the orders, or return to the flag-ship " "The commodore hurried us off, for he feared any delay might allow the steamer to escape." "1 We have five prisoners on board; and we can take care of them well enough," replied Christy; "but the principal difficulty is that we have no officers." ",But we have plenty of good men, and some of them wvill make good officers," suggested the first lieutenant. " We have no surgeon, I believe, for Dr. Spoke- 172 RZEBELLIOUS AND PREJUDICED PRISONER 173 ley is sick, and was to be sent home before I left in the Vixen for New York," added the com- mander, now restored to his own right on board. " 011, yes; we have a surgeon, for Dr. Spokeley is to go to New York in the Vernon, and the doc- tor of the store-ship is appointed to the Bronx." "Dr. Connelly ! " exclaimed Christy. "Just so; and I dare say he is asleep in his stateroom at this moment." "1 Then we had better obey the sealed orders of the flag-officer; we will come about, and head her for St. Andrew's. Fortunately I have been there myself in the Bellevite, and I have been up the harbor and bay in boats, for the yacht, as she was at the time, drew too much water to go into the bay, for it is shoal inside. Come about, Mr. Flint, and make the course due east." is I hope we shall do as well as we did at Cedar Keys," replied the first lieutenant, when he had given the order to come about to the quarter- master. "s Look up the log slate, for I suppose they have made the entries, and when we have run eighty knots from the station, keep a sharp lookout for the land. Now I will go to my cabin, and find the STAND BY THE UNION envelope that contains the orders, and look them over." Christy went below, and found Dave in the stateroom, apparently unwilling to take his eyes off the prisoner who still lay in the berth. He wvent to the table in the cabin, and found upon it the sheet upon which the orders had been wiritten. 'They were of no use to Galvinne, and lie had thrown them down as soon as he had read them. He sat down at the table and read the paper; but the order was very simple, and left all the details to the discretion of the commander, for it was understood that Captain Passford was well ac- quainted with the coast as far as St. Mark's. Christy was still clothed in the frock and cap of a common sailor, and he realized that it was time for him to put on his uniform. He went to the quarters of the men where he had concealed his valise, and carried it back to the cabin, where he proceeded to make the change. In a short time he had put himself in proper condition to take his place on the quarter-deck in command when his presence was required. He had nothing to do at present, and lie concluded to write his report of the remarkable proceedings on board since the 174 REBELLIOUS AND PREJUDICED PRISONER 175 Bronx left the station. He wanted his desk, and he went to the stateroom. "' Well, Dave, how is your prisoner " he asked, halting at the door. " I got him safe, Massa Cap'n," replied the steward, exhibiting most of the teeth in his mouth, for he was pleased with himself after he had exe- cuted the commission assigned to him, and did not feel as much like a contraband as he might. As I am in command, Dave, and there must be no more ' massa' now," added Christy. "I done forget all about my talk, Captain Pass- ford," replied Dave. "That is bad grammar," said the commander, laughing, for he was in an exceedingly pleasant humor, as may well be supposed, "' You know what is right, and you must not talk like a con- traband." ";I won't do so any more, Captain Passford," protested the steward, showing his ivory, though he was not a very black man, and the contrast was not as great as in many instances. "How do you find yourself, Corny" asked the captain, turning to the berth. "I am all right, Corny; but I should like to STAND BY THE UNION have you or some one tell me what has been going on in this steamer, for this black rascal will not say a word to me," replied the prisoner. "I don't blame him, if you call him a black rascal," added Christy. "But you need not call me by your own name any longer, cousin, for it will not help your case any more. Your game is played out, and you have been beaten with your own weapons. When you want to play another Yankee trick, you had better remember that you are not a Yankee, and you are not skilled in the art of doing it." "What do you mean by that, Corny" asked the prisoner, disregarding the advice of his cousin. " Corny again ! " exclaimed the captain. ,,I am the commander of this steamer, and I have been assaulted in my berth!" replied the sufferer, warming up a little. ";Whew! Then you are still the commander of the Bronx" repeated Christy, laughing at his cousin's persistence. " You know that I am. Wasn't the commission decided to be mine " " But we have concluded to reverse the decision of the commander of the Vernon, and submit the 176 REBELLIOUS AND PREJUDICED PRISONER 177 case to the flag-officer for final adjustment. In the mean time, I have taken possession of the steamer-, and put all your confederates in irons. For the present, at least, I am in command of the Bronx, and I want my stateroom. With Dave's assist- ance, I must ask you to turn out of that berth." "1 I decline to give up my stateroom, or my comi- mand of the steamer," replied Corny in a sulky manner. "I should like to know how you happen to be oln board of the Bronx, Corny." ";Did you believe that I intended to let you take possession of this steamer, and run her into a Confederate port, Corny My namlie is Passford as well as yours, anld I am not a traitor, and don't believe I ami a coward. At a time which suited my convenience, I left the Vernon and came on board of the Bronx." "Where did you hide, for the vessel has been searched in every part of her for you " "' I have been under the berth in this stateroomi, a hiding-place which was suggested to me by one of your people who used it as such, and was caught, as I was not." "No one thought you would hide in the cap- tain's cabin." STAND BY THE UNION " That is the very reason why I chose this place. I have had the pleasure of listening to all your conversations with Mr. Galvinne, and I knew your plans from beginning to end." "You have been under this berth since the steamer left the flag-ship! " exclaimed Corny, apparently amazed at the fact. "I have; but I have no more time to enlighten you. I can only say that with the assistance of the only loyal officer left on board, and the loyal seamen, I have recaptured the vessel, and now we are on our way to St. Andrew's to obey the orders which the flag-officer delivered to you when you were a rebel in disguise. Now Dave will help you out of the berth." "No, he won't! If I was to be captured at all, Corny, you insulted me when you set a nigger to do the job," said the prisoner angrily. "You are playing a farce now, cousin; but I cannot stay to fool with you. Take him out of the berth, Dave." "Will you set a nigger upon me again, Christy" using the commander's proper name for the first time. "If you will get out of the berth yourself, I will allow you to do so," added Christy. 178 REBELLIOUS AND PREJUDICED PRISONER 179 " I will," replied the prisoner. He made the attempt to do so, but he would have fallen to the floor, with his hands fastened behind him, if Christy and Dave had not received him in their arms. The steward hugged him like a brother, perhaps maliciously, and carried him to a divan in the cabin. Corny had apparently aban- doned his cause, and his cousin gave him a berth in the ward room for the rest of the night. STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER XVI THE DISPOSAL OF THE PRISONERS BEFORE Christy could begin his report he was called to the deck by the first lieutenant, though everything had appeared to be quiet and orderly there. Ralph Pennant had been at work among the crew, and was unable to discover that any of the men were disloyal; but the commander had better information obtained by his own investiga- tions. Ralph was in consultation with Mr. Flint when Christy went on deck. " I think the men are all right, and, 'so far as I can ascertain, not a man is a rebel," said Ralph in answver to a question of the executive officer. "You have the names of the four men that I sent to you by the steward, have you not" asked Christy. "I have, captain; Rockton and Warton took part with Mr. Galvinne, but Sayles and Nichols did nothing, and thev seemn to be as in earnest on 180 THE DISPOSAL OF T HE PRISONERS the right side as the other two were on the wrong side," replied Ralph. " I should not be willing to trust them. I know they were the intimate associates of Rockton and Warton, for they were in council together on board of the Vernon. In carrying out our orders, we may have a fight either with a battery or with some vessel, and we must not have any black sheep in the crew, -one who might speak a word or make a sign that would ruin all our calcula- tions," added Christy. " Of course I can't say that Sayles and Nichols are not rebels; but they have done nothing that is suspicious, and one of our men has pumped them both," answered Ralph. " Have them closely watched, or they may play us some trick when we least suspect it, and in some critical moment," said the commander. "1 But I wished to see you in regard to the pris- oners," interposed Mr. Flint. "We have four of them here made fast to the rail, and Galvinne complains of his treatment; he says he is cold." " I should think he might be, for the night air is very chilly," replied Christy. "I should have preferred to get rid of these men before we went 181 STANDI BY THE UNIONt into any enterprise, for they are dangerous persons to us." "' With their arms locked together behind them, they are not in condition to do any harm," added Mr. Flint. "I will go below and see what can be done with them. I desire to make them as comfortable as possible, though I do not believe they will be satisfied with any location to which I may assign them." "I think you need not be too particular about them; they have madle their own nest, and now they must live in it," said the first lieutenant. ", You may come with me, Ralph," added Christy, as he descended the companion-way. The commander found Dave keeping close watch over Corny Passford, though he was fast asleep in his berth. Passing through the ward room and steerage, Dave unlocked the door that led into the quarters of the crew. Next to the bulkhead, or partition, was space enough for the prisoners, and the steward was required to bring five berth sacks, which were placed on the deck. "The only objection I have to this as prison quarters is that Sayles and Nichols will be too 182 ,hiL; 1)181'SAL OF THE PRISONERS near them; but I shall keep a sentry over them all the time," said Christy. " I should think they would be safe with a guard," added Ralph. " Now, Dave, you will wake your prisoner, and I will relieve you of all responsibility in regard to him. He is dressed, is he not" continued the commander when they reached the ward room. "He is, Captain Passford, for he did not un- dress when he turned in last night," replied the steward. "What is the matter now " asked the prisoner in the ward room, after he had rubbed his eyes for a time. "Nothing is the matter now on our side of the house, but I must put you with the other pris- oners," replied Christy. "1 You may unbuckle the strap, Dave, so that he can get out of the berth." "Who are the other prisoners" demanded Corny, as though he had a right to know. " They are your confederates in the plot, Corny. Who do you suppose they are Jeff Davis is not one of them. The most important one, not even excepting yourself, cousin, is Mr. Galvinne, late first lieutenant of the Bronx." 183 STAND BY THE UNION "Is he a prisoner " asked Corny, as he got out of the berth. "Of course he is. Do you think I should let him lie around loose on deck The next one is the man-servant at Bonnydale by your appoint- ment, formerly Walsh, but now Byron. He is a very good actor, but he has played out his role." "; He was by profession an actor in Mobile," added Corny. "1 I should think he might have been. By the way, Corny, where is my commission that you and he stole from my pocket at Bonnydale ' ";That is my commission," replied Corny, put- ting his hand involuntarily on his left breast, where he had carried his papers on board of the Vernon. ",You stole it, cousin, and you must give it back to me," added Christy, very decidedly. ,, I shall not," replied Corny, with quite as much firmness. "Take it from him," said the commander. The hands of the impostor were now free, and he placed himself in a defensive attitude; but Ralph Pennant, who was rather above the average stature, threw his arms around him, and he was 14 THE DISPOSAL OF THE PILISONERtS pinned as tightly as though he had been put into a strait jacket. Corny was probably stiff in his arms from their confinement, and lie was unable to make a very spirited defence. While the sea- man held him, Christy took the envelope from his breast pocket, and transferred it to his own. But there was considerable noise made in the brief scuffle, which waked some of the sleepers. From one of the staterooms an officer rushed out, and demanded the cause of the disturbance. The per- son proved to be the surgeon. "W We are putting things to rights on board," re- plied Christy, who had not seen the doctor before, for he had retired early to his room. " I don't quite understand this matter," said the surgeon. " What are you. doing, M'r. Passford " "Captain Passford, if you please, Dr. Connelly, for I have the honor to be in command of the Bronx at the present moment. This is Mr. Pass- ford," added Christy, pointing to his cousin. "' Then you have reversed the decision of Cap- tain Battleton " "' For sufficient reasons, I have ; wvith the assist- ance of the loyal members of the ship's company, I have taken possession of the vessel, and we are 1 85 STAND BY THE UNION now on our way to carry out the orders of the flag-officer. - Conduct the prisoner to his future quarters," said Christy, in a very business-like manner. During this conversation, Ralph, still holding his prisoner, had sent the steward on deck for a pair of handcuffs, which the seaman proceeded to apply to the wrists of Corny. "What are you about " demanded the pris- oner, attempting to shake off his captor when he felt the cold iron. ' Just giving you a pair of bracelets," replied Ralph, as he grappled again with his victim, and asked Christy to adjust the handcuffs. "Just for ornament, you know." In the grasp of such a powerful man as Ralph Pennant, Corny was powerless, and he was com- pelled to submit, though his opposition appeared to be merely a matter of form with him, for he could not help realizing that it was utterly use- less; but he had not been in the affray on deck, and he had not learned the full lesson from expe- rience. The irons were locked upon his wrists, and the seaman was directed to conduct him to the place assigned to all the prisoners. 186 THE DISPOSAL OF THE PRISONERS "This is mean of you, Christy, to put me in irons," said Corny reproachfully as he turned to his cousin; "I might have asked Captain Battle- ton to put you in irons on board of the Vernon; but I did not." "If he had done so, I should not have com- plained. I have been a prisoner of xvar, and I had to take my chances. We may be in action for aught I know in a few hours, and I do not mean to have half a dozen rebels at my heels to trip mie up if I can help it. The circumstances are entirely different from those on board of the Vernon." "'I don't think so," muttered Corny. " You treat your own flesh and blood as though blood was nothing but water with you." " I stand by the Union, and those on the other side must keep out from under. When I was in a Confederate prison, my uncle Homer, your father, did not do a single thing for ie. Lead on, Ralph." Dr. Connelly was so much astonished at the proceedings that he did not turn ill, but com- pleted his toilet, and came out into the ward room again. He looked troubled, for he had 187 STAND BY T[E UNION heard nothing of the struggle on the quarter- deck, and the situation was a revelation to him. He looked and talked as though he thought that Christy and his associates who had captured tIle vessel were simply mutineers. The captain sent the steward for Boxie, and, giving him a pair of pistols and a cutlass, informed him that he was to stand guard over the five prisoners until he was relieved. The old man, who had been one of the seamen on board of the Bellevite when she was a yacht, took his place forward of the berth- sacks, and began his march athwartship. ,,You know me, don't you, Boxie " said Corny as he recognized the old salt, who was the sheet-anchorsman of the crew, and who was generally their spokesman. "You will hold no conversation with the pris- oner, Boxie; but you may let them talk among themselves, and note what they say if it is of any importance. You will be relieved with the first watch." Ralph Pennant and three seamen conducted the other prisoners to their quarters. They were sluip- plied with blankets, in which those from the decl; wrapped themselves up. Corny and Galvin began 188 THE DISPOSAL OF THE PRISONERS to compare notes at once; but Boxie kept his ears open as he marched up and down within two feet of his charge. "I hope you have not committed any rash act, Mr. Passford," said Dr. Connelly as the party passed through the ward room. ",I do not stand on mere forms, Dr. Connelly; but if you continue to call me simply 'mister,' I shall understand from it that you do not recognize me as the rightful commander of the Bronx," replied Christy, as he invited the surgeon with a gesture to enter the captain's cabin. I beg your pardon, Captain Passford; I used the title of ' mister' from habit, and not as mean- ing an)ythintg," replied the surgeon. " 1 was forced by the evidence, and quite as much by the lack of evidence, to concur with Captain Battleton in his decision." " I find no fault with you on that account, doctor," added Christy. " You made no protest to the flag-officer, but suddenly disappeared. When I vent to my state- roomn in the evening, your cousin was in command, and had sailed to execute the orders given him. you can judge of my astonishment when I learned 189 STAND BY THE UNION just now that the captain and his officers were prisoners," the surgeon explained. " I do not propose to submit to another investi- gdtion by you, or any one but the flag-officer; but for your information I am willing to give you the facts," said Christy with dignity, of which lhe had a full supply whenever it was needed. " As long as the officers in charge of the Bronx continued to obey the orders of the commodore to proceed to the eastward, I did nothing; but when they headed the steamer to the westward, which they did as soon as it was dark, I understood very well that they were disobeying their orders, and intended to run the Bronx into Pensacola Bay, and deliver her to the Confederate authorities. Then I carried out my plan and captured the vessel." The surgeon was satisfied with this evidence. 190 THE SECOND AND T111ID LIEUTENANTS 191 CHAPTER XVII THE SECOND AND THIRD LIEUTENANTS THE surgeon went on deck with Christy, where he was presented in due form to Mr. Flint, though he had been introduced to him before in his former position as second lieutenant. The commander went forward to the bridge and pilot-house, and consulting the log slate, found that the last entry gave seventy-eight knots from the station. But it was foggy, as Mr. Galviinne had predicted that it would be, and the quartermaster conning the wheel said it was as "dark as a stack of black cats." Nothing could be seen in any direction, and the commander decided that it was not pru- dent to proceed any farther. The leadsman was ordered to sound, as the screw was stopped, and he reported sixteen fathoms with the deep-sea lead. Christy ordered the quartermaster to go ahead again, and keel) the hand-line going all the time. Mr. Flint came for- ward, and took his place on the bridge, where the STAND BY THE UNION officer of the deck was usually stationed on board of the Bronx. The reports of the leadsman were satisfactory, and the steamer went ahead for an hour. Then they began to give a diminution of the depth of water, indicating, as Christy stated it, that the vessel was approaching the land. He looked over the log slate, and found that the course had been due east till the order had been given to head her in the opposite direction. She had sailed rather more than an hour on that tack, during which the recapture of the steamer had been made. "1 Mark under water twelve! " shouted the man with the hand lead. " We are coming up with the shore," said Mr. Flint, as Christy joined him on the bridge. "Yes; but you will get four or five fathoms almost up to the beaches. When I was here, the Bellevite was anchored outside, and we went gun- ning and fishing in St. Andrew's Bay. The bay is about thirty miles long; but it is as crooked as a ram's horn, and there is no town on it, though there are some scattered houses," added Christy. "We shot fat ducks, and caught plenty of red snappers and pompana there." 192 THE SECOND AND THIRD LIEUTENAtNTS 193 "And a half ten!" shouted the leadsinaii, as though he meant to have his figures understood, as they indicated the shoaling of the depth. But Christy gave no order to reduce the speed of the vessel, and seemed to feel so thoroughly at home that M1r. Flint began to be a little nervous. The young commander had carefully studied the chart of the coast with the practical knowledge he had of the locality. "Can you formn any idea where we are, Captain Passford " asked the lieutenant. ,,I figured up the course a while ago, and I think we are off St. Andrew's Bay. If they had not put her about and run for ani hour or more to the westward, I should be satisfied in regard to my position; as it is, I am not quite clear in regard to it," replied the commander. 1' Quarter less ten ! " shouted the leadsinan, with even more vigor than before. "That will do; stop her and anchor, MAr. Flint," said Christy, as he looked about him in an en- deavor to penetrate the fog in which the vessel was buried. Then he listened for any sounds that might come to him from the direction of the shore; but STAND BY THE UNION all was as still as the tomb itself. The screw stopped in obedience to the order of the executive officer, who went down to the deck to supervise the anchoring of the steamer, as lie had no inferior officer to attend to this duty. "' Mr. Flint, drop a drift lead, and station a hand to observe it," said Christy, hailing the first lieutenant. "A drift lead, sir," replied 'Mr. Flint. This was a lead weighing twenty pounds, which is dropped on the bottom by men-of-war to deter- mine if the anchor holds, or if the vessel is drifting. "Station a strong lookout, M2r. Flint, and send a man aloft on the foremast and another on the mainnmast," continued Christy when the other orders had been obeyed. This completed the preparation for the night. The captain consulted his repeater, and ascer- tained that it was twenty minutes past twelve. The Bronx was in position to learn the fact if any vessel attempted to run out of St. Andrew's Bay, provided his calculations in regard to the locality of the Bronx were correct. Christy went down to the deck, and walked aft with Mr. Flint. 194 THE SECOND AND THIRD LIEUTENANTS 195 "' I think some of us need a little sleep to-night," said the commander. "Then you had better turn in, Captain Pass- ford," said the executive officer. "c We can do nothing more to-night except to keep a sharp look- out." "You are the only officer or. board except myself," replied Christy. "1 We are still in the dark as to what we have to do here. We may have to send off a boat expedition, as we did at Cedar Keys, and we are in absolute need of more officers." "1We have plenty of material out of which to make them, and we can do as we did after the fight with the Scotian and the Arran, wshen we made them," replied Mr. Flint. "We have men of good education in the crew, who have either commanded coasters, or been mates on steamers." "If you will name one, I will name another," added Christy. " Quartermaster Camden. He commanded a three-masted schooner in the coal trade. He is not college educated, but he is a remarkably well- informed man who shipped in the navy to learn the details of duty on board of a man-of-war." ' X'.\ANX i ,\i B rlll NOS "I I appoint him acting second lieutenant," added Christy. "1 I am sure lie will get a commission as soon as he applies for it, captain," added the first lieuten- ant, pleased with the prompt decision. "Now, who is your manl " 11 Ralph Pennant. I had my eye on him while I was aboard of the Vernon, where he became a sort of oracle among the seamen on account of his abundant informiation on general subjects. Ile talks like a manl with a good education, and lie has been mate of a steamer of good size. But I know very little concerning him, and am afraid lie has one out." "What is that, captain" "I am afraid he is fond of whiskey, though I do not know that he is." "He can't get any whiskey here unless it is served out to him; so that habit, if it is his habit, will do him no harm," argued Mr. Flint. ",I appoint him third lieutenant temporarily." " That will amount to their being made ensigns when you go north again if they prove to be worthy of promotion," added the executive officer, writh a chuckle. "That was what happened to Baskirk and Amden." It" ), THE SECOND AND THIRD LIEUTENANTS 197 "If they are worthy, I shall certainly do the best I can for them," added Christy, gaping. Camden was called aft and formally appointed second lieutenant, but Ralph was in the watch below, and was in his hammock. The commander retired to his stateroom, and, letting his report wait till another day, he was soon sound asleep. In accordance with the directions he had left with the first lieutenant, Christy was called with the watch at four o'clock in the morning. Though the first lieutenant is not a watch officer, he may be required to do duty as such when the number of commissioned officers is reduced below three, and Mr. Flint had remained in charge of the mid-watch, which had been called to the deck at midnight. The captain relieved him and Cam- den, and both of them wvent below, the new ap- pointee taking the stateroom of the second lieu- tenant. " Pass the word for Ralph Pennant," said Christy, as soon as he reached the quarter-deck. "I have had considerable talk with Camden, and I am satisfied that he will make a capital officer," said the executive officer-, as he moved towards the companion-way. "I suppose you STAND BY THE UNION have sent for Pennant with the intention of ap- pointing him third lieutenant." "That is my purpose; and here he comes." "On deck, sir," reported Ralph, touching his cap to the commander, as Mr. Flint descended the steps to the ward room. a I think you told me that you had had some experience on board of steamers, Pennant," replied Christy. "I told you that I had been the mate of a steamer," answered the seaman. "What is your age " Twenty-eight years." "Then you are older than you appear to be," continued Christy; and he proceeded to question the seaman in regard to his education and experi- ence as a seaman. He had not been mistaken in his estimate of the man, so far as he could judge from his answers. Pennant had taken a steamer home to New York from Havana after the captain had died there of yellow fever. He had expected to be given the command of the vessel; and when he failed to obtain the position he resigned his place as mate, but secured the same position in another and larger steamer. 198 THE SECOND AND THIltI) LIEUTENANTS 199 "s Do you ever drink whiskey, Pennant " asked Christy abruptly. " At present, no, sir," replied the seaman de- cidedly. i; I learned a few months ago that I failed to obtain the command of the steamer I brought home from Havana because it was said I took too much whiskey. I knocked off then, and have not drank a drop since." "That was a sensible thing to do. You are aware that we are short of officers, I suppose," said the commander. "Yes, sir; and since I came on deck, I heard that Phil Camden had been appointed acting seconld lieutenant," replied Pennant. rTrlat is true; and now I am going to appoint you acting third lieutenant. You will call the watch aft." "I am very much obliged to you, Captain Pass- ford, for this favor; and I know you would not give me the place if you did not think me worthy of it," replied the seaman as he went forward and called the watch to the mainmiast. " My men, I have just appointed Ralph Pen- nant acting third lieutenant; and you will obey and respect him as such," said Christy, addressing the watch, and then dismissing them. STAND BY TIHE UNION The men gave three hearty cheers as they were dismissed, proving to the commander that Pen- unant was a popular man among them, as Camden had also been proved to be when his appointment had been announced to the starboard watch. As in politics, legislation, war, and business, the masses of the people soon ascertain who are their natural leaders, the crew of the Bronx, or that portion who had come from New York in the Ver- non, had been prompt in discovering the abilities of the two men now promoted. "1 Now, Mr. Pennant, you may remove your bag to the ward room, and the third stateroom on the starboard side, counting from the forward one, is yours for the present," continued Christy. " But I have no uniform, Captain Passford," suggested the appointee. -I have one in my stateroom; but it is alto- gether too small for you," replied the commander, glancing in the gloom of the night at the stalwart form of the third lieutenant, lacking not more than an inch of six feet, and his weight could not have been less than one hundred and eighty. "We will see what can be done in the morning." "'The crew all know me, and I dare say I call 200 THE SECOND AND THIRD LIEUTENXANTS 201 get along without a uniform till we get back to the station, where I could get one from the store- ship; but it is not likely that I shall need one then." ,,I cannot say as to that. When you go for- ward take a look at the prisoners, and report to me," added Christy, as Mr. Pennant went below. In a few minutes lhe reported that the prisoners were all fast asleep. Boxie had been relieved as guard (and another seaman was marchingr back an(d forth by their couclies. It was still dark- and foggy, and a hail came from the masthead for- ward. STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER XVIII A BATTLE ON A SMALL SCALE "-O deck! " shouted the lookout at the fore- mast head. " Lighft on the starboard bow!" "Silence, all! " cried the commander, as soon as he heard the hail from aloft. "Go forward, Mr. Pennant, silence the hands, and direct the lookout to hail in lower tones." The third lieutenant sprang forward to obey the order, and Christy followed him at a more moder- ate lpace, consistent with his dignity as the officer highest in rank on board. It was not so much a question of dignity, however, with him as it was the intention to preserve his self-possession. A light had been reported on the starboard bow; but Christy had no more means of knowing what it meant than any other person on deck. It sug- gested a blockade runner, a battery, or a house near the shore where he did not expect to find one. 202 A BATTLE ON A SMALL SCALE The captain went oni the bridge; but he could not see the light. He descended to the deck, and then mounted the fore-rigging. The lookout saw himii, and said he could not see the light any loniger; it had been in sight a couple of minutes, and then had disappeared. It was useless to look for it if gone, and Christy returned to the bridge, where Mr. Pennant was attentively studying the compass. In what direction is the head of the steamer pointed, MAr. Pennant " he asked as he joined the lieutenant. "Exactly north-east, sir," replied Mr. Pennant. i; Then the report of the light on the starboard bow places it directly to the eastward of us," added Christy. " That is about where the entrance to St. Andrewv's Bay ought to be, if my calculations were correct. We have been running to the eastw+ard since we left the blockaders' station off Pensacola Bay. AMy ruler oin the chart gave me that course, and Mr. Galvinne followed it while he was in charge. We could not have got more than half a mile off the course in coming about twice. The shoaling of the water abo indicates that we are all right," 203 STAND BY THE UNION The body of the fog evidently lay near the water, and the lookout had probably seen the light over the top of the bank, as it could not be nmade out on the bridge. Christy expressed his belief that the sun would burn the fog off soon after it rose. No variation of the drift lead had been reported, and the Bronx was not even swinging at her anchor. For an hour longer entire silence was preserved on the deck, and the lookout nmade no further report. "sThere is some sort of cornnotion among the men on the top-gallant forecastle," said Mr. Plen- nant, while Christy was still studying the situa- tion, and one of the men was seen in the act of hurrying aft. ,, I heard men's voices off to the eastward," said this man, when he had mounted the bridge, aiid tousled his hat to the officers there ; and lie spoke in a whisper, in conformity with the orders given. ",Could you hear any slapping of a paddle wheei, or other noises that sound like a steamer" asked Christy in the same low tonle. ",No, sir; nothing but the voices; but I think the speakers must be in a vessel of some sort, for 204 A BATTLE ON A SMALL SCALE the sound since I first heard it, and could hardly make it out, comes from farther south," replied the man. "Take a force of twelve men, with pistols and cutlasses, Mr. Pennant, in the first cutter, and 1)ull (lown to the south-east. Whatever you find in the shape of a vessel or a boat, capture it, and return to the Bronx. Get off with as little noise as possible, and muffle your oars." Silently Mr. Pennant selected his crew for the boat, saw them armed, and had the cutter lowered into the water. In a very short space of tihe the boat was off. The commander did not believe that anything very serious would result from this boat expedition, for he was confident there was no vessel of any size near the Bronx. The men in the cutter pulled very quietly, and hardly splashed the water with their oars, for they had all been trained by Christy himself to pull without noise when he was executive officer. This was the first responsible position Mr. Pennant had been called upon to fill, and he knew that his future depended in a large measure upon the skill and fidelity with which he obeyed his orders. His crew believed in him, and they were 205 STAND BY THE UNION very painstaking in their efforts to work in silence. He had stationed quartermaster Vincent in the bow of the boat as the lookout, and he was indus- triously peering out into the gloom of the fog and darkness to discover a vessel or a boat. He had heard the sounds himself, and be knewe there was something there. When the boat had pulled about fifteen minutes, Vincent raised his hand up into the air; this was a signal which the third lieu- tenant understood, for he had arranged several of them with the quartermaster. "Stand by to lay on your oars," said Mr. Pen- nant in the lowest tones that could be heard by the crew. "Oars! " At the last order the men levelled their oars, feathering the blades, and remained like eight statues in their seats. Vincent listened with all his ears in the dead silence which prevailed. "I hear the voices again," he reported to the lieutenant in the stern sheets, in a voice just loud enough to reach him; "they are more to the southward." "'Stand by!'" added Mr. Pennant, who had been duly trained in boat service at an oar. "1 Give way together! No noise." 206 A BATTLE ON A SMALL SCALE The boat went ahead again, though only at a moderate speed consistent with the least possible noise. The quartermaster in the bow continued to gaze into the fog bank, though by this time there was a little lighting up in the east, indicat- ing that the day was breaking. For half an hour longer the cutter continued on its course. Occa- sionally Vincent had raised his hand over his head, and then dropped it to his left, indicating to the officer in command that the sounds came from farther to the southward, and the cockswain was directed to change the course. In another half hour the noises could be dis- tinctly heard by the third lieutenant, and he directed the course of the cutter without the need of any more signals from the bow. His first move was to make a more decided course to the south- ward. Then he hastened the crew in their work. ",Sail, ho ! " called Vincent, who had not abated his vigilance on the lookout; and he pointed with his right hand in the direction he had seen the craft. Mr. Pennant concluded that the sail could not be far off, or it could not be seen, and it would be useless to maintain the dead silence, which was 207 STAND BY THE UNION painful to all in the boat. He stood up in his place, and, after looking for a couple of minutes, he made out the sail himself. So far as he could judge from what he saw, the craft was a small sloop of not more than thirty-five feet in length. ",Give way now, lively!" said the third lieu- tenant, in his ordinary tones. ";I make her out, and she is a small sloop. We shall not have much of a brush." Under the vigorous pulling of eight stalwart men, the cutter leaped forward at a speed that would have won an ordinary boat race, and in ten minutes more, the sloop could be distinctly made out, the cutter running across her bow. She was close-hauled, with the wind from the south-west, and very little of it. On board of her were at least ten men, as the quartermaster counted them, and there might have been more in her cuddy under the hail-deck forward. ",Boat, ahoy! " shouted a man on the forecastle of the sloop. "On board the sloop!" replied Mr. Pennant, standing up in the stern sheets. " What sloop is that " ";The Magnolia, bound to Appalachicola," re- 208 a BATTLE ON A SMALL SCALE plied the spokesman of the craft. "'What boat is that" "s The first cutter of the United States steamer Bronx! Heave to, and give an account of your- selves," hailed the officer in command. "'Stand by to lay on your oars"' he added in a lower tone to his crew. "' Oars !" But the boat seemed to be running too far away from the sloop, though it was near enough for the lieutenant and quartermaster to see that there was a decided commotion on board of her. "1-old water! " added the lieutenant. "Stern all! " The momentum of the cutter wvas checked, and the boat placed in a convenient position for a fur- ther conference with the sloop. Either by inten- tion or carelessness the skipper of the sail-boat had permitted her to broach to, probably because lie was giving too much attention to the boat and too little to the sloop. When the cutter lost its headway, it was not more than fifty feet from the sloop. ",Hold the sloop as she is, and I will board you," said Mr. Pennant, as lie saw the skipper filling awl ay again. 209 STAND BY THE UNION "Keep off, or we will fire into you!" shouted the man on the forecastle, who appeared to be the principal man of the party. "See that your pistols and cutlasses are ready for use," said the third lieutenant, in a tone loud enough to be heard by the crew only. "'W e are all private citizens," added the sloop's spokesman. ";No matter what you are; I propose to over- haul you and judge for myself what you are," answered the officer in command of the cutter. "Let go your sheet, skipper!" Instead of obeying the order, the boatman hauled in his sheet, and the sloop began to fill away. Mr. Pennant could form no idea of what the party were. It was possible that they were private citizens, and non-combatants; if they were, they had only to prove they were such by submit- ting to a further inquiry. " Stand by, my men! Give way together, lively! " shouted the lieutenant as though he in- tended that those on board of the sloop should hear him as well as his own crew. The cutter darted ahead; but she lhad not ad- vanced half the distance before the men on board 210 A BATTLE ON A SMALL SCALE of the sloop fired a volley with muskets at the approaching boat. MIr. Pennant dropped his left arm very suddenly, and the stroke oarsman went down into the bottom of the boat. "Come aft, Kingston " called the third lieuten- ant to the nearest man in the bow, and the one indicated crawled aft with all the haste he could make. " Take Hilton's oar! " added Mr. Pennant, as with his right arm he drew the wounded man back into the stern sheets. The progress of the boat was hardly interrupted by the volley, and in less than a minute after the discharge of the muskets, her stem struck the bow of the sloop, though not till the lieutenant had checked her headway, and ordered the mien to stand by to board the rebellious craft. The quar- termaster made fast to the sloop, and then grasped his cutlass. ",Lay her aboard! " shouted Mr. Pennant; and Vincent led the way, leaping directly into the midst of the eight men in the standing room. "Do you surrender" asked the lieutenant of the principal man on the forecastle as he came alongside of him. ,, I don't see that we can help ourselves," 211 STAND BY THE UNION replied the spokesman in a surly tone; for the prospect before hini was not very pleasant, espe- cially as a volley had been fired from the sloop, presumably by his order, for he was the one who had made the threat in the first place. "Don't strike, my men; they have surrendered," continued Air. -Pennant with a gesture to his men. ", This is an outrage," said the man on the fore- castle, who could not help seeing that the whole party were in a fair way to be annihilated if they made any further resistance. 'I dare say it is, my friend," replied Mr. Pen- nant blandly, for he had been in the navy long enough to adopt the characteristic politeness which distinguishes its officers. "Take posses- sion of all the muskets and other weapons you can find, Vincent, and put them in the cutter." This order was promptly obeyed. Before it was fully carried out an elderly gentleman crawled out of the cuddy, and stood up in the standing room; he was a man of dignity, and evidently of importance. 212 THE SHIPPER OF SLOOP MAGNOLIA CHAPTER XIX THE SKIPPER OF THE SLOOP MAGNOLIA "You were very unwise to order these men to fire upon the boat," said the dignified gentleman, addressing the man on the forecastle of the Miag- nolia; "it was a great mistake, Captain Flanger." "s That's so! " exclaimed Mr. Pennant, feeling of his left arm as he spoke; for he had been wounded there, though the injury had not for a moment abated his energy. " I did not mean to allow the sloop to be cap- tured by a boat load of men like that," replied Captain Flanger; " and if our men had used their bayonets we should have been all right. I told them to fix their bayonets, but they paid no attention to me." "' It was a great mistake," repeated the dignified gentleman, shaking his head. Mr. Pennant had time now to look over the Graft he had captured, and the men on board of 213 STAND BY THE UNION her. It was simply a large sailboat, and those on board of her wore plain clothes. They did not appear to be soldiers or sailors, though there was a number of bayonets scattered about the standing room. The seamen from the cutter bad leaped on board of the sloop, with cutlasses in their belts; but there was not space enough to permit the use of the weapon, and they had seized each of the men by the collar and put a pistol to his head. " How many men have you on board, Captain Flanger " demanded the third lieutenant, still standing up in the boat abreast of the person be addressed. "1 Count them for yourself!" exclaimed Captain Flanger in brutal tones. "All right: I will count you first," added Mr. Pennant, as he reached over and seized the leader of the party by the collar with his right hand. Flanger attempted to shake off his grasp, but the lieutenant was a very powerful man, and he dragged him into the boat in the twinkling of an eye. He tossed him into the bottom of the boat, five of the boat's crew being still in their seats, trailing their oars, for only seven of them had been able to get on board of the Magnolia for the wvant of space. 1214 i : J\ X : 0 AffCSC;00: 'DCin: 5- s0 N Cl I : - L- 5- :4 x ,0 V: A: ay To : IN . . :15 This page in the original text is blank. THE SKIPPER OF SLOOP MAGNOLIA "1 Tie his hands behind him," added Mr. Pennant to the men, who fell upon Flanger the moment lie lighted in the bottom of the cutter. The prisoner was disposed to make further resistance, but two men fell upon him and made him fast to one of the thwarts. The leader of the party, as he appeared to be from the first, could do no further mischief, and the lieutenant gave his attention to the others on board of the sloop. The dignified gentleman, who was dressed in black clothes, though they had suffered not a little from contact with grease and tar, had seated himself in the standing room. He looked like a man of many sorrows, and his expression indicated that he was suffering from some cause not apparent. There were nine men left in the standing room, including the gentleman in black; they were coarse and rough-looking persons, and not one of them appeared to be the social peer of him who had condemned the firing upon the boat. The skipper remained at the tiller of the boat, and he looked as though lie might have negro blood in his veins, though lie was not black, and probably was an octoroon. He said nothing and did nothing, and had not used a musket when the others fired. He 215 STAND BY THE UNION behaved as though he intended to be entirely neutral. A few drops of negro blood in his veins was enough to condemn him to inferiority with the rude fellows on board of the sloop, though his complexion was lighter than that of any of his companions. "Vincent, pass one half of the men on board of the cutter," said Mr. Pennant, when lie had looked over the boat and the men on board of it. The quartermaster obeyed the order, and four of the party were placed in the bow and stern sheets of the cutter. Six oarsmen were directed to take their places on the thwarts. The lieu- tenant retained his place in the stern sheets, which he had not left during the affray or the conference. Three seamen, with a pistol in one hand and a cutlass in the other, were directed to remain on board of the sloop; but the party had been disarmed, and their muskets were in the bottom of the cutter, and they were not likely to attempt any resistance. The painter of the sloop was made fast to the stern of the Bronx's boat, and Mr. Pennant gave the order for the crew to give way. It had been a battle on a small scale, but the 216 THE SKWPPER O1 SLOOP MAiNIA2(1N7A victory had been von, and the cutter was towing her prize in the direction of the gunboat. The lieutenant's first care was to attend to Hilton, the stroke oarsman who had been wounded in the affair. He placed him in a comfortable j)osition on the bottom of the boat, and then examined into his condition. A bullet had struck him in the right side, and the blood was flowing freely from the wound. Mr. Pennant did the best he could for his relief, and the man said he was comfortable. ",Sail ahead! " shouted the bow oarsman, look- ing behind him. ,What is it, Gorman " asked the lieutenant, standing up in his place. "A steamer, sir," answered Gorman. iI see her; it is the Bronx," added AMr. Pennant. By this time it was broad daylighlt, and appar- ently the fog was not as dense as it had been earlier in the morning. The boat with her tow continued on her course, now headed for the gunboat which the officer had made out. In ten minutes more the expedition was within hail- ing distance of the steamer, which immediately stopped her screw. The cutter came up at the gangway of the 2) 17 STAND BY THE UNION Bronx, and Christy was standing on the rail, anxious to learn what the boat had accomplished. He had heard the report of the -volley fired at the cutter, and had been very solicitous for the safetY of her crew. He had weighed anchor as soon as he heard the sounds, and proceeded in the direc- tion from which they came. "1 I have to report the capture of the small sloop, the Magnolia, in tow," said the third lieu- tenant, touching his cap to the commander. "' We have eleven prisoners. Hilton is wounded, and I will send him on board first, if you please." "1 Do so," replied Christy. " Mr. Camden, pass the word for Dr. Connelly." A couple of men were directed to convey the wounded seaman up the steps, and he was handed over to the doctor, who had him conveyed to the sick bay. The obdurate Captain Flanger was next sent up to the deck, where Mr. Camden received him, and made him fast to the rail with- out note or comment; and even Christy made no remark except to give necessary orders. The other prisoners were not bound, and they were put under guard in the waist. The dignified gen- tleman in black was the last to come up the stairs. 218 THE SKIPPER OF SLOOP MAGNOLIA The moment he put his feet upon the deck, the commander stepped back, with a look of profound astonishment, if not of dismay, on his face, ais he glanced at the important prisoner of the party. At first lie seemed to be unable to believe the evidence of his senses, and gazed with intense earnestness at the gentleman. "1 Uncle Homer! " exclaimed Christy, extending his hand to him, which Colonel Passford, as he was called at home, though he was not in the Confederate army, warmly grasped; and the first smile that had been seen on his face played upon his lips. " I am glad to see you, Christy," said the prisoner, if he was to be regarded as such, for he certainly was not a sailor or a soldier. " I Cannot say as much as that," replied Christy, still holding the gentleman's hand ; "I must say I am sorry to see you under present circumstances, for you come aIs a prisoner in the hands of my men." "I I am a non-combatant, Christy," replied Colonel Passford. " I have not served in the Confederate army or navy, or even been a member of a home guard." "I have not time now to look into that ques- 219' STAND BY THE UNION tion; but I can assure you that you will be treated with the greatest consideration on board of my ship," added Christy as he conducted him below, and left him with Dave in his own cabin, returning at once to the deck to inquire into the operations of the first cutter. The boat had been hoisted up to the davits, and the Magnolia was made fast astern. All hands had been called when the Bronx got under way, and the men were all at their stations. Mr. Pennant reported in all its details upon his expedition. Dr. Connelly said his patient was severely, but not dangerously, wounded; he would recover, but he would not be fit for duty for two or three weeks. "While you are here, doctor, I will show you my arm, which is beginning to be somewhat un- comfortable," said the third lieutenant with a cheerful smile. "Are you wounded, Mr. Pennant" asked the commander, who had listened to his report at length, without suspecting that he had a wound. "I was hit in the left arm; but very fortunately the wound did not disable me," replied the lieu- tenant as bheproceeded to take off his coat. 220 THE SKIPPER OF SLOOP MAGNOLIA " But I cannot dress the wound here, Mr. Pen- nant," added the surgeon. "Then I will wait till I have time to attend to it," replied the heroic officer who treated the injury with contempt; "; I have not finished my report to the captain yet. I will be in the ward room as soon as the captain is done with me." i; But I can wait, Mr. Pennant," interposed Christy. "So can 1, if you please, captain," added the lieutenant, smiling as pleasantly as though he had been free from pain, as he could not have been with the wound in his arm. "I wish to say a few words about the gentleman in black we captured on board of the sloop." "Did you learn his name" asked Christy, greatly interested in what the officer was about to say. "No, sir, I did not; I heard no one call him by name. HIe was ill the cuddy forward when we boarded the Magnolia; and when he came out of the little cabin, the first thing he said was, ' It was very unwise for you to order the men to fire npon the boat. It was a great mistake, Captain Ii l Al er. 221 STAND BY THE UNION " That shows that he at least was a non-comba- tant," added Christy, pleased to hear this report of his uncle. ",That is all I have to say about him. I studied the skipper of the sloop and watched hini. I am sure he did not fire a musket, and he seemed to take no part in the affairs of the men on board. Captain Flanger is the active man of the party; but I have no idea who or what he is. If you look at the skipper, you will see that he is an octoroon, or something between a mulatto and a white man, and in my opinion he is not a cheer- ful worker on that side of the house. Perhaps the skipper will be willing to tell you who and what the party are. They claimed to be private citizens, and that the sloop was bound to Appa- lachicola; perhaps the gentleman in black can explain the mission of the party." "If he can he will not, if they were engaged in an operation in the interest of the Confed- erates," added Christy with a smile. "That gen- tlemani is Colonel Homer Passford." " He bears your name," said Mr. Pennant. "He is my uncle; my father's only brother." "1 Then I amn sorry I brought him in." 222 THE SKIPPER OF SLOOP MAGNULIA " You did your duty, and it was quite right for you to bring him on board. He is as devoted to the Confederate cause as my father is to the Union. But go below, and have your wound dressed, Mr. Pennant." The lieutenant went to the ward room where the surgeon was waiting for him. Christy called out the skipper of the sloop, and walked into the waist with him. The octoroon was a large man, of about the size of the third lieutenant, and he could have made a good deal of mischief if he had been so disposed. "Bless the Lord that I am here at last!" ex- claimed the skipper, as he looked furtively about him. Christy understood him perfectly. 2)23 STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER XX AN EXPEDITION TO ST. ANDREWS BAY "WHAT is your name, my man " asked Christy, as he looked over the stalwart form of the skipper of the Magnolia. ,, Michael Bornhoff," replied the prisoner. "Are you a Russian" asked the commander, inclined to laugh at this singular name of one of the proscribed race. "'No, sir; but I was named after a Russian sailor Captain Flanger picked up in Havana. I don't mean this Captain Flanger that was on board of the Magnolia, but his father," replied the stout fellow. "Are you a free man" "No, sir; I belong to Captain Flanger: his father is dead, and left me to his son." "Why did you bless the Lord that you were here at last " "Because I have been trying to get here for 224 EXPEDITION TO ST. ANDREW1S BAY 22.5 more than a year," replied the contraband, after looking about him for a moment, and then drop- ping his voice as though lie feared Captain Flanger might hear what he said. "Now, mister, will you tell me who you are before I say anything more for I shall get my back scored with forty-nine stripes if I open my mouth too wide; " and again he looked timidly around the deck. ", You are on board of the United States steamer Bronx, and I am the commander of her," replied Christy, desiring to encourage AMichael Bornhoff to tell all he knew about the expedition in the Magnolia. The skipper took his cap off, and bowed very low to Christy when he realized that lie was talk- ing to the principal personage on board of the gunboat. He was well dressed for one in his position, and displayed no little dignity and self- possession. Perhaps, if he had not been tainted with a few drops of black blood in his vein)s, lie might have been a person of some consequence in the Confederate service. ",Not a bad wound at all, Captain Passford," said Mr. Pennant. " The doctor says I am still fit for duty." STAND BY THIE UNION "Captain Passford! " exclaimed Michael Born- hoff, as he heard the name; and the third lieuten- ant passed on to take a look at the prisoners. "That is my name," added Christy, smiling at the earnestness of the skipper. "That is a bad name for this child," said the octoroon, shaking his head. "Are you the son of Colonel Passford" "I am not ; but I am his ne)hew," replied the commander, willing to be perfectly frank with him. "Bless the Lord that you are his nephew and not his son!" exclaimed Michael fervently, as he raised his eyes towards the sky, which was begin- ning to be visible through the fog. -I have heard about you, for I was to pilot a vessel out of Cedar Keys whlen you canme up there in comi- mand of the boats. Colonel Passford was over there, and he saw you on board of the Havana." '-Then we understand each other, Mr. Born- hoff," added Christy. "Perfectly, Captain Passford; and I would trust you with my freedom, which is the dearest thing on earth to me. But don't call ine 'mister,' or you will make me forget that I am a nigger," 226 EXPEDITION TO ST. ANDREW'S BAY 227 said the skipper, laughing in his delight to find that he was in good and safe hands. "Captain Flanger called me Mike always, and that is a good enough name for me." " Very well, Mike; you are a free man on board of this ship." "I ought to be, for I am a whiter man than Captain Flanger." "; Now tell me what you know about that expe- dition on board of the Magnolia," said Christy more earnestly. "Mr. Pennant reports that your passengers claimed that they were peaceable citi- zens, and that your sloop was bound to Appalachi- cola. Was that true " "Just then they were peaceable enough; but they were not when Captain Flanger ordered them to fire on your men. Colonel Passford and I were the only peaceable citizens on board of the sloop, and I was no citizen at all," replied the skipper, laughing. "; You are one now, at any rate. Were you bound to Appalachicola " "Not just then, captain," chuckled Mike, who seemed to be anmused and delighted to feel that he was telling the secrets of his late companions. STAINIBY) B 'T'll, t : - ION '"ke were going to Appalachicola after a while, where Doe w ere to pilot out some vessels loaded witlh cotton.' "-Then there are cotton vessels at that port, are there " asked C1hristy, pricking up his ears at this suggestion. 6" Half a dozen of them, and a steamer to tow theni to sea." "Are you sure of this information, Mike" "I did not see them there, Captain Passford; but it was your uncle's business to look after them, as he was doing in St. Andrew's Bay." "Then my uncle has vessels in that bay which are to run out " inquired Christy, deeply inter- ested in the revelations of the skipper. "i Only one, sir: a steamer of five hundred tons, called the Floridian." "Precisely; that is the vessel we are after. But wbat was my uncle doing on board of your sloop, with Captain Flanger and the rest of your party " "My master was the captain of the Floridian, and we came out here to see if there wvas any blockader near, that had come up in the fog. The steamer was to be broughlt out by the 228 EXPEDITION TO ST. ANDREW'S BAY 229 pilot, who has been on board of her for three days." "1 Who were the men with muskets on board of the sloop" "1 Those were the coast guard, sir," replied Mike, chuckling again. ";The coast guard I don't understand that," replied Christy, puzzled at the expression. ";Eight of them, sir; and they have been keep- ing guard on Crooked, St. Andrew's, and Hurri- cane Islands, to let them know inside if there was any blockader coming this way. They had sky- rockets awl flags to make signals with." "; But why were they brought off if the steamer is still in the bay " ";The Floridian was coming out this morning in the fog, if Captain Flanger made the signal for her to do so. Then the captain was to go on board of her, and I was to sail the rest of the party to Appalachicola," replied Mike, still chuck- ling with delight at his ability to give the com- mander such important information. "1 Then the Floridian is all ready to come out of the bay " asked Christy, suppressing the excitement he was beginning to feel. STAND BY THE UNION " All ready, sir; and the signal was a sky- rocket, which the pilot could see over the fog." ";We will not give them any signal, but we will treat them to some visitors. Is the steamer armed, Mike" "No, sir; not a single big gun, and she has only hands enough to wvork her. Steam all up when we came out of the bay, sir," said Mike, laughing heartily, apparently in spite of himself. "Call all hands, Mr. Camden," said the com- mander in brusque tones. The boatswain's whistle sounded through the steamer. In a moment, as it were, all bands were in their stations. Nothing like a drill with the present ship's company had been possible, though the men had been trained to some extent at the navy-yard and on board of the Vernon; but the majority of the crew were old men who had served some time on board of the Bronx, and under the present commander. The prisoners appeared to be quite as much interested in the proceedings on deck as the ship's company, and closely observed everything that was done. Michael Bornhoff was quite excited, and walked the deck hurriedly, as though he was 230 EXPEDITION TO ST. ANDIW.I,-'.S DAY 231 in search of something to do; but he wvas very careful not to go near the place where Captain Flanger was made fast to the rail. " Mr. Flint," called the commander to the first lieutenant,- as soon as the crew were assembled on deck, ";there is a steamer of five hundred tons in St. Andrew's Bay, all ready to come out at a given signal from the party just captured by the first cutter. I propose to capture her with the boats, and you wvill take the command of the expedition. The first and second cutters will be employed, and you wvill see that they are ready." " The boats are in good condition, sir, and they will be ready in five minutes," replied Mr. Flint, who had come on deck at the call for all hands, and had hardly learned the results of the recent boat expedition. "Mr. Camden will take charge of the second cutter," added Christy. While the crews were making the boats ready, and Mr. Camden was selecting the extra men for them, as he was instructed to do, Christy gave the executive officer a brief account of the capture of the sloop, and an epitome of the information he had obtained from Bornhoff. STAND BY THE UNION "What am I to do, Captain Passford" asked Mike, who was watching the proceedings on deck with the most intense interest. "I want to ship in the Yankee navy as a pilot, for I know this coast from the Mississippi to Key West." ",Are you a sailor" asked Christy. "I went to sea for eleven years, and Captain Flanger, father and son, put my wages in their pockets." "You cannot ship as a pilot, only as an able seaman, if you know how to hand, reef, and steer, and how to make knots and splices." "I know all that, captain, like I know my name." "1 Then I will look upon you as an able seaman until you are formally enlisted. Mr. Flint, this man is Michael Bornhoff; he is an able seaman and a pilot in these waters. I think you had better take him with you, for he is fully informed in regard to the Floridian, which you are to bring out. Let him have pistols and a cutlass," said Christy. In ten minutes more the expedition left the ship, and soon disappeared in the low bank of fog that still hung over the shore. Each of the 232 EXPEDITION TO ST. A.NI)IE\V'S BAY 233 cutters had been manned by twelve men besides the officer, and Mike was an extra hand with the first lieutenant. What remained of the port watch were on duty, and the rest of the men were dismissed. Mr. Pennant had the deck, and the commander walked back and forth, considering the informa- tiun lie had obtained from the skipper of the Magnolia, of the correctness of which he had no dlotit, for Mike impressed him as a truthful man, anid, like all the contrabands, his interest was all on the side of the Uniion, which meant freedom to theme. For the first time he began to feel not quite at home ill his 1e)W position. He had been comI)elled to fight for it; but lie absolutely wished that he were the first or second lieutenant rather than the commander of the vessel. The traditions of the navy, and of all navies, forbade him to leave his ship to engage in any enterprise connected with his mission. He had to take all the responsibility of failure, while he coild not take an active part on such occasions as the presenit. He had the glory of being a com- mander, and of whatever his ship accomplished; but it began to look like a life of inactivity to STAND BY THE UNION him, for he was not greedy of glory, and all his devotion was for the Union. He had learned that several vessels were load- ing with cotton at Appalachicola, with the inten.- tion of ru-tnningi the blockade, if there was any blockader off Cape St. George. His uncle Homer was engaged in. superintending the fitting out of these vessels, though whether on his own account or that of the Confederacy, lie was not aware. Christy felt that he ought to follow up the infor- mation lie had obtained with decided action; but lie was hardly in condition to do so, for he had fifteen prisoners on board, and he would be obliged to send a prize crew off in the Floridian when she was brought out, as he was confident she would be. Ile could not settle the question at once, and lie went down into his cabin, where his uncle was waiting very impatiently to see him, and had asked Dave a dozen times in regard to him. Colonel Passford was naturally very anxious to ascertain what had been done, and what was to be done, by the Bronx; but the steward was too dis- creet to answer any of his questions, and he was not aware that his son Corny was a prisoner on board as well as himself. 234 A NON-COMIBATA.NT ON THE BRONX CHAPTER XXI A NON-COMBATANT ON BOARD THE BRONX COLONEL PASSFORD was reclining on the divan when the coinmaiider entered the cabin; but he rose to his feet as soon as lie saw his nephew. Christy thouhlit lhe looked thinner and paler than when he ha(l last seen him. He was now only forty-two years old, but he looked like a man of fifty. " I have been wanting to see you, Christy," said the planter, as hle approached his nephew. " I learn, with no little astonishment, that you are the commander of this steamer." "I am, uncle homer," replied the young man. "Then you can tell me better than any one else in regard to imy status on board of the Bronx," added the colonel, who had won this title years before in the militia. "Am I considered a pris- oner of war " " I do not so consider you, uncle Homer; but I cannot say how my superior officer will look at 235 STAND BY THE UNION the matter when I report to him. You were taken in a sloop that fired upon the first cutter of the Bronx, Nounding one of the crew and the officer in command. 1' That was the folly of Captain Flanger; and I protested the moment I discovered what had been done," added the planter, weho seemed to be anx- ious to relieve himiself of all responsibility for the dischartge of the muskets. 'Were you in charge of the sloop, uncle Homler " " 1 was not; I had nothing to do with the sloop. She belonged to Captain Flanger." "Who is Captain Flanger" asked Christy. You have him on board, and periiavs lie had better answer the question himself," replied Colo- nel Passford with a smile. i; It was a superfluous question, for I know all about him. He is the captain of the Floridian, though that would not make him a combatant unless he fights his ship; and that is what he did on board of the Magnolia. I regard him and his companions, except the skipper of the sloop, as prisoners of war. You proved by your words and conduct that you were not a combatant, and you are at liberty to depart when you please." 236 A NON-COMBATANT ON THE BRONX The young commander did not feel entirely sure that his ruling was correct, for a naval officer must be learned in a great variety of subjects which he had not had time to study; but he was willingy to take the responsibility in the present instance. "It is easy enough to say that I may depart; but how shall I do it" added the planter with a smile. " I cannot swim ashore." "I will put you ashore in a boat at the nearest land when the fog clears off," replied Christy. "The nearest land is an island, and thllee is hardly anything like a village on the entire Bay of St. Andrew's. The region is deserted now, and I might wander about there for a month, till I starved to death, before I could get to a settled region." "I shall not compel you to land, and you can remain on board till I report to the flag-officer of the Eastern Gulf squadron, off Pensacola, if you desire to do so; but you will be subject to his decision and not mine then." "I prefer that to starving to death in this regioln," rel)lied the colonel. "Very well, uncle Homer, that is settledt 237 STAND BY THE UNION added Christy. "Now, how are aunt Lydia and Gerty I hope they are well." "Very well the last time I saw them, which was three weeks ago. They are busy making garments for the soldiers," answered the planter. "When did you last hear from Corny, uncle Homer" "1 It is all of two months since I had any news ill regard to him. He is still a soldier and has not yet been promoted. His company is still at Fort Gaines; but he has been sent away once or twice on detached duty. He is not given to writing many letters; but the last time I was inl Mobile I was told that lie had again been sent off on some sort of secret service with a naval officer by the name of Galvinne. I do not know whether the report was true or not." ";It was quite true, uncle Homer; and lie has been quite as unfortunate as lie was in his former expedition to the North," added Christy very quietly. "1 What do you know about him, Christy" asked the colonel with the deepest interest. "1 I can assure you first that he is alive and well. I am not informed how he got to New York, but 238 A NON-COMBATANT ON THE BRONX he did get there, and in company with two naval officers, one by the name of Byron, as well as Galvinne." "Byron was an actor in Mobile; he had been the mate of a cotton ship, and he obtained a commission in the navy; but for the want of a steamer both of them were unemployed," the planter explained. "In New York they got up a plan to obtain a small steamer, about the size of the Bronx," con- tinued Christy. "1 Galvinne had been in the navy, and he readily obtained an appointment as second lieutenant of the store-ship Vernon. Byron shipped as a seaman. Corny was appointed by the two officers to take the place of a regular officer, who came down in the Vernon. He looked something like the officer whonm he personated, who was to command a small steamer in the gulf." ",It was a hazardous plan," suggested Colonel Passford, "and I should suppose that Corny was hardly competent to play such a sole. I hope the schemne was successful, for, as you know very well, all my prayers anti all iny aspirations are for the triumph of the Confederate cause." "The scheme was successful up to a certain 239 STAND BY THE UNION point, and Corny obtained the command of the steamer, passing for the genuine officer before the commodore, and even on board of the vessel where the commander was well known." "That sounds like a story for a novel," added the planter, smiling. "If there had been no setback, Corny would have gone into Pensacola Bay in a few hours more, in nominal command of the steamer, though of course Galvinne was the real commander." "It is a strange story, and I cannot see how Corny succeeded in passing himself off as the officer he personated." "He stole that officer's commission and other papers while he was sleeping in his own home," added Christy. " But where did you learn this history of Corny's operations " asked his uncle, knitting his brow as though he did not quite believe the narrative. " Oh, I am the officer whom Corny personated," replied the commander with a quiet smile. " The story is not a second-handed one, uncle Homer." " Corny pretended to be Christy, did he Then you must have seen him if he took your commission." 240 A NON-COMBATANT ON THE BRONX "He did not do that in person; but employed Byron to do it for himi; and for several weeks this actor was a house-servant at Bomi nyldale," answered Christy, as lie proceeded' to narrate the adventure mnore in detail. " It is not an old story, for the last event occurred on board of the Bronx at about eight o'elock last evening." "The plan was not finially successful, more is the pity," added the Southrern gentleman. It was not; for I had concealed myself onl board when I realized whlat Galvinne was about, and, with the aid of the oflicers who knew me, captured the vessel. I am now in command of her, and I am likely to have a Prize to assist in establishing my identity when I report to the flag-officer." "But wheat became of Corny" asked Colonel Passford, with no little anxiety on his face. "He is quite safe; lie is a prisoner of war be- low, with a pair of haideuffs on his wrists," replied Christy. - You and lhe together made the nest for him, and lhe ImlUSt sleep in it. I cannot say what the commodore wvill do with you." " Corny on board of this steamer! " exclaimed the father. " InI irons too! " 241 STAND BY THE UNION " I consider the naval officers as dangerous men, and I had to treat Corny in the same manner that I did his associates. If you wish to see him, I will send for him." " Of course I should like to see my son." Christy struck his bell, and the steward promptly appeared at the door. ";Dave, go to the quarters, and conduct the prisoner, Mr. Passford, to this cabin. You may take off his handcuffs; here is the key," said Christy, and steward took the key and departed. "1How high is the grass in the streets of New York, Christy" asked the colonel, with a twinkle of the eye, and a smile. "Grass! They don't raise it in the city; and there isn't as much of it in all the streets as I saw in the principal one in Mobile when I was there, on my way from the prison to the bay," replied the commander cheerfully. "I don't believe that business was ever so lively in New York and the other cities of the North as it is at this time; and I left there ten days ago." "1 Do the people there really expect to put down the Rebellion, as they call it, nephew " asked Colonel Passford, in a tone which indicated his confidence in the final success of his cause. 242 A NON-COMBATANT ON THE. i:oNX 243 "They have no doubt whatever that the Rebel- lion will be crushed out. The last time we niet you did not believe that a blockade could be established; but it has been done, and the govern- ment is strengthening it every day. It is effec- tive, too; and I have been concerned in the capture of nearly a dozen vessels that were trying to break through." " You have been very fortunate, nephew; but it will be impossible to conquer the South. We shall be the victors in the end as sure as there is a God in heaven who watches over the affairs of men." " One who can believe that would swallow Baron Munchausen without blinking. But I think we had better not talk politics, uncle Homer, for we don't get ahead at all. I shall continue to stand by the Union, and the South will raise the same cry after a few years more," said Christy, as Dave opened the door, and ushered the prisoner into the cabin. Father and son shook hands, but they were not so demonstrative as they might have been. Christy was not disposed to burden them with his presence, but he insisted that Dave should stay STANI) BY TEL!: U.:10NI there during the interview. He left them to- gether for two hours, and then sent Mr. Pennant and a seaman to remove Corny to the quarters. Dave said they had talked only of family matters, though the son had explained to his father the plan to obtain possession of the Bronx. When the commander vent on deck, the fog had disappeared, and the shore was to be seen at the distance of about six miles from the steamer. At eight bells, or noon, a steamer was discovered coming out of the bay by a channel between two island.s. She carried the American flag over the Confederate, and no one doubted that she was the Floridian. In half an hour she was alongside, and she looked like a fine vessel, for she had come fro:n the other side of the ocean as a blockade- rufiner. Mr. Flint reported that she had been captured without any resistance on the part of the crew. There was no incident worth relating in connec- tion with the capture, though she was full of cotton, and brought over seventy thousand dollars when the vessel and cargo were sold. The two cutters were brought alongside, and hoisted up to the davits. 244 A NON-COMBATANT ON THE BRONX 245 "I suppose the steamer has a supply of coal on board, Mr. Flint." " Enough to take her to Liverpool," replied the first lieutenant. " There are several vessels in Appalachicola Bay, and I thought of attending to them; but I think we have too much on our hands now, and I shall sail at once for the station. You will take charge of the Floridian, Mr. Flint, with such crew as you need," said Christy. In less than half an hour the two vessels were under way, and just at dark they were within hail of the flagship. STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER XXII THE STRANGER IN THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN THE Bronx had been absent from the station hardly more than thirty hours; but she had accomplished the mission with which she had been charged in her secret orders. The Vernon was still at anchor near the flag-ship. Christy hastened on board of the latter to make his re- port, which he had written out during the pas- sage; in fact, he had two reports, one of the capture of the Bronx, and the other of the Floridian. "You have done your work very promptly, Captain Passford," said the commodore with a smile. "The circumstances favored me, sir," replied Christy, bowing. " I desire to call your attention to the first of the two reports I submit, for the first battle I was called upon to fight was on board of the Bronx." 246 STRANGER IN THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN 247 " On board of the Bronx ! " exclaimed the flag- officer. "Do you mean that you had a mutiny to suppress " "I had not the honor to communicate with you yesterday before the Bronx sailed for her destina- tion; but I believe you were called upon to decide upon the identity of the officer who pre- sented himself to you as the lieutenant appointed to the command of the Bronx, introduced by Cap- tain Battleton of the Vernon." "I was hardly called upon to decide anything, for the matter in doubt had been settled by the commander of the Vernon before it came to my knowledge; but I agreed with him that the comr- mission ought to settle the point. Are you not the officer presented to me by Captain Battleton, Captain Passford " asked the commodore, gazing earnestly into the face of Christy. " I am not, sir." ",You are not! Who are you, then" "I am Lieutenant Christopher Passford." "Wiio was the other officer" "He was not an officer, either of the navy or the army, but my cousin, Cornelius Passford, a soldier in the Confederate army." STAND BY THE UN1oN 'i I am amazed, and I fear the officers in charge at Brooklyn are not as cautious as they should be. Not long ago a steamer had to return to the navy- yard there because her machinery had been tam- pered with; and the enemy are putting men on board of steamers for the purpose of capturing them. Where is your cousin now, Captain Pass- ford " "' He is a prisoner on board of the Bronx, with two Confederate naval officers who were his asso- ciates in the conspiracy; and we have also two seamen," replied Christy, who proceeded to give the narrative in full of the work done on board of the Bronx on the evening of the day she sailed from the station. The sea was smooth, and the commander of the Bronx was directed to bring her alongside the flag-ship. As soon as this was done, all the pris- oners on board of her were transferred to the cus- tody of the commodore. Christy introduced his uncle Homer to the flag-officer, suggesting that he was a non-combatant, and stating that he had offered to put him on shore at St. Andrew's Island. "1 I think you are correct in your view, Captain Passford, though probably he is of more service 28 STRANGER IN THlE CAPTAIN'S CABIN 249 to the Confederate government, as youir father is to our own, than a score of sailors or soldiers; but modern civilization does not bold civilians as prisoners of war. Besides, lie is doing so much to provide our vessels with prizes in the matter of cotton ships, that it would ibe a pity to take him out of his sphere of usefulness to us," added the commodore with a smile. "' The other men in the sloop, with the excep- tion of the skipper, fired upon my boat, and wounded an officer and a seaman." "They were taken in arnms, and therefore they are prisoners. But you lost all your commissioned officers but one in the affair on board of the Bronx, Captain Passford." "I did, sir; and I was obliged to fill their places;" and Christy described the men he had appointed. "There are no officers here that I can give you in their places, and I am obliged to order you away immediately on another expedition. The Floridian is a valuable prize; and I must send her to New York, for I am confident the government will purchase her for the navy. Your acting lieu- tenants must continue to serve as such for the present." STAND BY THE UNION " I ask for no better officers, sir. They are well educated, and have had a great deal of experience as sailors outside of the navy," replied Christy. At this time the preparations for the reduction of the forts on the Mississippi were in progress, and every available vessel was called into activity. The Bronx had been built for a blockade-runner, and for a steamer of her size she was of exceptional speed. The vessels of the Eastern Gulf squad- ron were employed to a considerable extent in destroying salt works on the west coast of Florida; but the commodore was not disposed to order the fleet little gunboat upon such service. "hIs the Bronx in condition for immediate ser- vice, Captain Passford " asked the flag-officer. "1 She is, sir; she has not been in action since her crew was reinforced," answered Christy. ";I did not expect your return so soon, but I have your sealed orders ready. You will get under way as soon as possible," added the com- modore, banding him the sealed envelope. " You will make your course south-west, and open your orders at twelve o'clock to-night." The commander of the Bronx left the cabin where the interview had taken place. On the 250 STRANGER IN THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN 251 deck he met his uncle, who was curious to know what was to be done with him. "I can only say that you will not be held as a prisoner of war; but I must leave you in the hands of the flag-officer, who will dispose of you as he thinks best. I sail in the Bronx immedi- ately." Christy hastened on board of his vessel, after hastily shaking hands with uncle Homer. All the prisoners had been removed from her, and the commodore bad sent a ship's company to the Floridian to relieve the prize crew in charge of her. He had only to wait for Mr. Flint and the men attached to the Bronx; and they came on board within an hour. "You will call all hands, Mr. Flint," said the commander, as soon as the executive officer ap- peared on the deck; and the call of the boat- swain's nmate sounded througih the vesse;(l. "I came on board to pay my respects to you, Captain Passford," said Captain Battleton. of the Vernon, who had been waiting for him. "' Things have chalined since I last saw you. I do not know whether I ought to apologize to you for my decision on board of the Vernon, or ndt." STAND BY THE UNION "Not at all, Captain Battleton," replied Christy, takinr the lianid of the commander of the stoe- ship. ",The flag-officer sustained your decision; and with my commission in the pocket of my cousin, I do not see that you could have adjusted the question in any other manner. I assure you I have not a particle of ill-feeling towards you on account of what you did in the discharge of your duty." bA But I do not quite understand the matter yet. You disappeared very suddenly; and when I wanited to present you to the commodore, you could not be found," added the captain of the Vernon. "I am very curious to know what be- came of you." " I came on board of the Bronx, and put myself in a place where you were least likely to look for me, - under the berth in the captain's stateroom. I was at home there, for I had occupied the room while I was the acting commander of the vessel on her voyage to the Gulf. But you must excuse me now, for I am ordered to get under way at once; and the ship's company of the Floridian have reported on board." "I I may yet be called upon to serve under you 6205 STRANGER IN THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN 253 some time in the future; and I did not wish to have any prejudice against me on account of niu decision, ill which my officers concurred." "I have not the slightest prejudice against you and while we stand by the Union, shoulder to shoulder, we shall be friends," replied Christy, warmly pressing the hand of the captain of the Vernon. Captain Battleton returned the pressure a; heartily as it had been given, and departed from the gunboat. The commander gave the order to the first lieutenant to get under way; and the fasts were cast off from the flag-ship. The Bronx backed away from her, came about, and was readyr to proceed on her voyage to the destination as yet unknown on board of her. "M Make the course south-west, Mr. Flint," said the commander, as soon as the vessel was ready, and her screw was in motion. " South-west," repeated the first lieutenant, ad- dressing the quartermaster who was conning the wheel. Standing on the bridge with the executive offi- ce, Christy took his leave mentally of the flag- shil, anid the few other vessels that were on the STAND BIY THE UNION station; for most of them were on duty in various expeditions engaged in the destruction of salt works. A boat expedition had just captured Appalachicola, with all the vessels loading with cotton in the bay. The young commander con- gratulated himself that he had a fast steamer, for that caused him to be employed in more active duty than the work of destruction on shore. "'South-west," said Mr. Flint, after the port watch had been dismissed, leaving the starboard with M1r. Camden as watch officer on deck. "I thought it probable that we should be sent to Appalachicola after the information the Russian gave us." "1 The boats of the Mercidita and Sagamore have captured the place, and picked up five or six small vessels loaded with cotton, I was informed by the commodore," replied Christy. "1 We are bound to the westward, and the course looks as though we might be ordered up the Mis- sissippi," suggested Mr. Flint. ,, I hardly think so, though I should be pleased to have it so." ",Why do you think it is not likely, Captain Passford " asked the executive officer curiously. 254 STRANGER IN THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN' 255 "Because the Bronx is a fast vessel compared with most of the steamers of the navy, hardly any of which are good for more than twelve knots an hour, while this ship will make sixteen when she is driven, and fourteen under ordinary circum- stances when we are not trying to save coal. Of course I have no idea what duty we are to per- form, and I am not anxious to know till the time comes, though midnight is a rather odd time to open the envelope." Probably the odd time means something." "No doubt of it; for to-morrow morning by four bells we shall be off the passes of the Mississippi, and our mission may be up Lake Ponchartrain, or at Ship Island. But let that matter rest, for iii three hours and a half we shall know all about it. I want to ask you about the man you call the Russian." " He is a good man, and quite as intelligent as any of our seamen. He is a pilot on the coast of Florida, and may be farther to the westward so far as I know. He is forty-seven years old, though he does not look it, and has been to sea all his life. By the way, that Captain Flanger has done some business as a smuggler, Mike informs me." STAD BY THE UNION ",He looks like a desperate character," added Christy, as he went below to attend to his supper, which he had so far neglected. Dave was standing by the door when he entered his cabin. Seated at the table was a man of stal- wart frame, who was helping himself to the viands prepared for the commander, and making himself entirely at home. Good-evening, Captain Passford; I hope you are all right. I waited a reasonable time for you to come below to supper; but as you did not appear, I have made myself at home, for my appe- tite has been somewhat stimulated to-day," said the stranger. The commander looked at the man; but he did not know him. 256 25 7 A VERY IMPUDENT DECLARATION CHAPTER XXIII A VERY IMPUDENT DECLARATION CHRISTY looked at the stranger with astonish- ment, and lie could not imagine who lie could be. He had seen no such person on board of the Bronx or on the deck of the flag-ship. When the Prisoners from the Mlagnolia had been brought on board, Christy had been too much occupied with other matters to bestow any attention upon them with the exception of " the dignified gentleman in1 black," who proved to be his uncle. He had had no curiosity in regard to them, and Mr1. C0am11den had disposed of them at the rail. The commander thought it very strange tlhat there should be a person on board of the steamter, and especially in possession of his cabin, wlho wa i an entire stranger to him. He looked at the intruder, who wvas a stoutly built man of rather more than forty years of age, with his hair and full beard somewhat grizzled by age. He was STAND BY THE UNION dressed like a seaman in blue clothes, though he was evidently not a common sailor, but might have been the master or mate of a vessel. "I am sorry to have kept you waiting for your supper, sir," replied Christy, falling in with the humor of his involuntary guest. "; But that was the fault of my steward, who ought to have in- formed me that I was to have the pleasure of your company at supper." ";Don't blame him, Captain Passford, for it was not his fault that lie did not announce my pres- ence to you. He wished to do so, but I assured him I was not disposed to disturb you, for you must be occupied with your own affairs, and I persuaded him not to go for you," added the per- son with perfect self-possession. i' You were very considerate," answered Christy, looking at the steward, who had stationed himself behind the unwelcome guest. Dave looked as solemn as an owvl, and his ivories seemed to be sealed up in his expansive mouth. He attempted to make a sign to the captain, but it was not understood. At that moment, the stranger raised his finger and beckoned to the steward. 258 A VERY IMPUDENT DECLA I :A TI )N "What is your name, boy " lie asked. "Dave, sir," replied he, evidently deeply im- pressed by the visitor for some reason not yet apparent to the captain. " I don't like to have a manl stand behind me, and you will take your place in the rear of Cap- tain Passfoid, who is more worthy of your atten- tion than I ami ; " and though Dave was a brave fellow, he obeyed the order. It was evident enough to Christy that there had been some kind of a scene in the cabin before lie came below, for the steward had certainly been intimidated by the powerful visitor. " This fish seems to be red snapper, captain, and it is very good. Will you allow me to help you to some of it " continued the stranger very politely. " Thank you, sir; I will take some of it, if you please," replied Christy, as lie passe(l his I)late across the table. "s Of course, as you have done me the honor to take a seat at my table, I nmust be acquailltedl wvith you." "1 We have met before," replied the stranger. "Shall I help you to some of these fried potatoes They are very good, anid I can recommend them. 259 2s0 STAND Jl; THlE t1'NION I have already learned that you. have aln excellent cook on board. I should judge from these pota- toes that lie was brought up in New Orleans." "It may be he was; I don't know about that. You say that we have met before, but to save my life, I cannot recall the time, and I am sorry to add that 1 do not identify your face as that of any person I ever saw before. I have the pleasure of introducing myself to you as Lieutenant Christo- )her Passford, commanding the United States steamer Bronx." "Thank you, Captain Passford, and I cannot well help being less polite and less frank titan you are; and I shall take the liberty of introducing myself to your acquaintance and good offices as Captain Boyd Flanger, lately in command of the steamer Floridian, entirely at your service." "Indeed' " exclaimed Christy, not a little startled at the information thus communicated! for it was plain enough that the intruder meant mischief in spite of his good manners. "I was under the impression that you had taken up your abode on board of the flag-ship with others who were captured in the Magnolia." " That is very true; I went on board of the flag- 20l)l A VERY IIPUDENT DECLARATION ship, but I am somewhat fastidious in my notions, and I concluded not to remain there," replied Captain Flanger. "Without any intention of flattering you, Captain Passford, candor compels me to say that I prefer your company to that of the commodore. Can I help you to anything more on my side of the table" ";Thank you; I will have one of those lamb's tongrues," replied Christy. ,They are very nice; I have just tried one of them," added Captain Flanger, as he passed the llate over to the commander. "You do not use your left hand, captain; I hope you were not wounded in the affair this morning off St. Andrew's Bay." ";No, sir; I was not wounded. Your men did not fire into our party, as we did into your boat. The fact is, Captain Passford, I have an ornament on imy left wrist which I am a little timid about (lisplaying before people, though I do not object to showving it to you," replied the guest, as lhe held up his left hand, and from the wrist a pair of handcuff3 hung down, for he had succeeded in removing it only from his right hand. "Such an ornament must be a nuisance to you, 21 STAND BY THE UNION Captain Flanger, and I think we will have it removed. Dave, go and ask the second lieu- tenant to report to me with his keys and a file," said Christy. "1 I beg your pardon, Captain Passford, for countermanding your order; buit Dave will do nothing of the sort," interposed the intruder, as blandly as before. "'Dave knows better than to obey such an order." Dave did know better than to obey the order, and Christy was morally certain that he had been menaced with a pistol, or threatened in some manner if he attempted to leave the cabin. He acted as though he felt confident that a bullet would be sent through his head if he disobeyed the bold visitor. At the same time there was a certain amount of energy and earnestness visible in the expression of the steward, which assured Christy that he was ready to take part in any action that was reasonably prudent and hopeful. Captain Flanger had been handcuffed and made fast to the rail of the vessel with the other pris- oners, and with them he had been transferred to the flag-ship. It was probably in this removal that he hadl found the means of securing his liberty, 262 A VRRY IMPUDENT DECLARATION and had made his way on board in some manner not at all apparent to the commander of the Bronx, who had been in conference with the commodore when the change was made. Whether the escaped prisoner had gone to the captain's cabin for a special purpose, or had simply followed the most convenient way that was opened to him in his flight, it was plain enough to Christy that, at the present time, he had an object before him. He had practically taken pos- session of the cabin, and had already overawed the steward. The commander could not see his way to do anything to improve the situation. He had no weapon about him but his sword, and he was satisfied that the intruder was provided with one or more revolvers, as indicated by the appear- ance of the side pockets of his blue coat. Whatever had been said about the imprudence and even recklessness of the young lieutenant, lie was really a prudent and even cautious officer. He realized that any movement oil his part would draw the fire of the insolent intruder, and he saw that strategy was far preferable to open violence, since the latter was likely to end only in killing or disabling him. If he could visit his 263 STAND BY THE UNTION stateroom and obtain his pair of navy revolvers, or even the smaller ones in one of the drawers of his desk, it would improve the chances in his favor. It was evident that he would not be per- mitted to do this, and he did not attempt it. ";Dave is a wise man," said the commander, after he had given a few moments to the consid- eration of the situation. "Dave is a sensible man, and I trust I shall find you his equal in that respect, Captain Pass- ford," replied the intruder, still seated in his chair at the supper-table. ";I claim to be reasonably sensible," answered Christy. ";As you have done me the honor to visit me in my cabin, Captain Flanger, it is reasonable to suppose you have some object in view, for I do not regard it as a merely friendly call." Though the young officer was prudent and discreet, hie did not lose his self-possession, and he smiled as though he had been simply the host in the dining-room of the mansion at Bonnydale. There was a certain humor about the intruder which would have pleased him under other cir- cunmistances. 264 A VERY IMPUDENT DVCULA IATlON "Quite right, captain! " exclaimied the visitor. "I have anl object in view, and both my inclina- tion and my duty are urging me to carry it out. HoIv your boat liappened to capture the Magnolia is beyond my comprehension up to the present moment, though I think the principal reason was the lack of a sufficiently osseous vertebra on the aart of your worthy uncle, Colonel Passford. Tlhen tlhe officer in charge of the cutter did not do wlhat I expected him to do. Instead of falling back when he and one of his crew were wounded, as he ought to have done, and using the heavy revolvers with which his men were armed, he did not delay a moment, but smashed into the sloop, and jerked his men oil board of her, cutlass in one hand and revolver in the other; and that brought me to the end of my rope. I could not do anything more." '"I am sorry that you are dissatisfied with my third lieutenant's mode of operations," replied Christy, laughiing, though his mirth was of the graveyard order. "; But AMr. Pennant is a new officer, and that was the first active duty lie had been called upon to perform. Very likely he will suit you better next time." 265 STAND BY THE UNION Christy yawned, or pretended to do so, and in the act he iose from the table. Captain Flanger was silent as lie did so, and watched the captain with the eye of a lynx, as the latter placed him- self behind the chair he had occupied. He was in position to make a movement of sonme kind, and the intruder deliberately drew from his right-hand coat pocket a heavy revolver. Holding this in his hand, he drew another from the left-hand pocket, and threw it on the table. "I don't wish to be rude with a gentleman as polite as yourself, Captain Passford; but you in- terrupted my remarks by rising from your chair," said Captain Flanger, with the revolver still poised in his hand, while he dropped the other with the handcuff upon it at his side. " Excuse me for interrupting you, Captain Flanger; but I have eaten a hearty supper, en- couraged by your friendly presence, and I was sleepy, for my rest was broken last night, and I wanted simply to stretch myself," replied Christy, yawning and stretching himself again. "All right, captain; it is not necessary for me to say a single word," added the intruder, as hie made a slight (lemonstration with the weapon in 266 A VERY IMPUDENT DECLARATION- his right hand, which was not lost upon the 6oni- mander. "XVith your permission, I will proceed with my remarks." "Certainly, captain; go on." "My first misfortune was in being made a prisoner. My second and most annoying mishap was the capture of the Floridian," continued Cap- tain Flanger. "It was my intention to fit her out as a privateer, with the proceeds of the sale of her cargo of cotton, for she is a good vessel, and as fast as the Bronx, as you call her." "1 Then I was very fortunate in capturing her," added Christy with a smile. I"I Perhaps not, for I intend to replace her with the Bronx." The commander was amazed at the impudence of the intruder. 267 STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER XXIV A CRITICAL SITUATION IN THE CABIN CHRISTY looked at his cool and impudent visitor, whose declaration was to the effect that he in- tended to take possession of the Bronx in com- L)ensation for the loss of the Floridian. It looked as though he intended to capture the gunboat now fully officered, and manned by forty-six sea- man; and so far as the commander could judge, he intended to do it single-handed. The lieutenant's first thought, after lie realized the intention of the intruder, was that lie wats insane, for no man in his senses would think of accomplishing such a mad enterprise. His second idea was that he had mistaken the declaration of Captain Flanger, though he had certainly said that he meant to replace the Floridian with the Bronx, and the statement could hardly mean any- thing else. Christy was forced to admit to himself that the 268 A CRITICAL SITUATION IN THE CABIN 269 bold intruder had full possession of the captain's cabin of the steamer, and that he had the advan- tage of him in being armed; that any decided opposition on his part would result in his being killed or wounded. It was not prudent for him to do anything, and at the present stage of the pro- coediiigs he could do nothing but temporize with his resolute foe. "1 I beg your pardon, Captain Flanger; but do I understand that you intend, single-handed and alone, to capture the Bronx " asked the com- manler, with a smile of incredulity on his face. "' Well, Captain Passford, if you fail to coin- prehend my purpose, it is the fault of your un- derstanding, and not of my plain and explicit declaration, for I assuredly said that I intended to replace the Floridian with the Teasei, or the Bronx as you have named her, though she will not be called by any such nut-cracking name after I get her," replied the daring privateersman, as blandly and pleasantly as though he were planning a picnic. "Of course you see no difficulties in the way of such an undertaking as you propose," added Christy. STAND BY THE UNION "There may be difficulties; but I think they can be overcome. I purpose to act through you, my friend, as my resources are rather limited at the present moment. In other words, I propose that you shall issue certain orders which I intend to dictate," Captain Flanger proceeded, as coolly as though he had been in his own cabin instead of that of his companion. "' You mean to dictate your orders to me," repeated the commander. 'Precisely so; and you wvill readily see that I am not exactly in a position to act in any other manner, as I cannot go back on deck and deliver them in person, for your officers would be prej- udiced against me, and might be disposed to rebel against my authority." "Not improbable," added Christy. "You pro- pose that I shall go on deck, and give your orders, acting as your proxy." " Hardly, my dear friend, for I fear that on deck you would give way to your own individual prej- udicos against me, and do someihincg that would jeopard my interest in the premises. With your approbation, I should prefer to resort to a method that prevails in the army, though not to any con- 270 A CRITICAL SITUATION IN TiHfE CABIN 271 siderable extent in the navy. More clearly, I will invite you to send your orders on deck in writing, over your own signature." " You think that method would suit you better than the usual one of delivering orders verbally," said Christy, laughing as much at the coolness as at the impudence of his companion. " It will not only suit me better, but you cannot fail to see that it is the only practicable way for me to operate with my present very limited resources. If I had a dozen good men and true, - not such dunderheads as your officer captured in the Magno- lia, -I should be able to proceed in a more orderly and regular manner. In that case, I should issue my orders in person, and not compel you to act as my intermediary." ";I understand you perfectly now; but as you have not, fortunately for me, and unfortunately for yourself, the dozen men at hand, I am to hold the fiddle while you play upon it, as I have seen a couple of negro minstrels do it." "An excellent simile, Captain Passford, and I could not have invented a better myself," returned the privateersman. "1I think we understand each other perfectly, and therefore it is not necessary to STAND BY THE UNION use up any more time in explanations. You are too intelligent a person to fail to comprehend my plan. As an epitome of the whole scene, I may add that I propose to do what my friend Galvinne undertook with that cousin of yours: I intend to take the Bronx into Pensacola Bay, and have her used in the service of the righteous cause in which the people of the South are engaged," continued Captain Flanger, as though he believed in all he was saying. "1 I suppose it is the righteousness of the cause in particular that calls forth your admiration," chuckled Christy. "Precisely so; in this cause, though I drink whiskey, chew, and smoke, and never swear except when I am excited, I am a religious man," said the intruder, laughing. "1 I suppose you were religiously inclined when you were engaged in the business of smuggling," added the commander. "I cannot say that I was; the cause of the South is religion itself, and I am there every time. Who told you that I had been engaged in smug- gling " ";It dropped from some of the men that were captured in the sloop." 272 A CRITICAL SITUATION IN THE CABIN 273 "it could have dropped only frorm Alike Born- hoff, for he is the only one who knew anything about it. He is my property, and wlhen we are fairly in Pensacola Bay I shall seize him up to the grating, and give him thirty-nine for opening his mouth when lie ought to have kept it closed. Where is he now, for I did not find him among the prisoners " " Ile has enlisted as a seaman, and seems to be a good one. By the way, where did you learn that my cousin attempted to take the Bronx into Pensacola Bay " asked Christy curiously, though he was using up the time he could not yet improve. "1 It was not your cousin at all who attempted to take the vessel into Pensacola Bay; it was Galvinne, for Corny only acted as a figure-head, as I intend to use you. Galvinne was a prisoner by my side on board of the flag-ships and told me all about it when he was releasing my right hand fronm the bracelet," replied Captain Flanger. "Then I am to do duty as a figure-head, am I " laughed Christy. " Precisely; and you are at better-looking one than your cousin. But excuse me for changing the subject of the coiversation, for I am losing STAND BY THE UNION time. I see by the telltale over our heads that the Bronx is headed to the south-west, which is doubtless the course you were ordered to take by the commodore." "' The telltale is honest, and tells no lies," re- plied Christy. ",Where are you bound, Captain Passford" asked Flanger, in a careless and indifferent man- ner, as he looked about the cabin. "I don't know." "Sealed orders" "You must draw your own inferences, Captain Flanger." "'It won't take a six-mule team to draw that one," added the privateersman, rather sourly for the first time. "Of course I understood that it would not be advisable for the commodore to let it be known exactly where the steamer is bound, and that you have sealed orders. I shall have to trouble you, Captain Passford, to produce the envelope." As lhe spoke Captaii Flanger toyed with the revolver iil his right hand as if he intended that the weapon should produce its proper impression oii the mind, and especially upon the nerves, of 274 A CRITICAL SITUATION IN THlE CAB[N 275 the commander, who had continued to walk up and down in front of the table at which his dan- gerous associate was seated, occasionally pausing when a point was made on either side. " Of course you cannot expect me to betray the confidence of the commodore; that would not be kind or friendly on your part, Captain Flanger, for you can see that this is a delicate matter," said Christy, halting in front of the table. "It may be delicate; I admit that it is so for you: but as my plans may depend somewhat upon a knowledge of your instructions, I really feel compelled to insist upon this point, Captain Pass- ford," replied the intruder as blandly as ever. "But we are living just nowv in a state of war, and it is quite impossible to act with as much delicacy as one might desire." "I am sorry that you feel constrained to act in this indelicate manner; but I cannot, on my honor and conscience, violate my orders, and I must respectfully decline to produce the envelope," replied Christy, feeling that he had come to a crisis in the affair. "You decline to give me your sealed orders Do I correctly understand you, Captain Pass- STAND [BY TIlE UNION ford " demanded the privateersman with a frown upon his brow. " Undoubtedly you do. I decline to give you mny sealed orders. What then " replied the coin- mander, who began to feel a certain sense of shame because he lhad temporized so long with the bold pirate, for he regarded him as such. iWhat then " repeated the intruder. " Why, you will reduce me to the disagreeable necessity of blowing out your brains, if you have any, as I should judge that you had not, after your refusal to accede to my request in the face of the death that awiaits you." "1 I beg your pardon, Captain Flanger, but do you really purpose to blow out the brains of your figure-head " asked Christy, as coolly as though no such threat had been suggested to him. About this time Dave, who had taken care to keep in the front of the table as he had been ordered to do, seized upon his feather duster, and began to dust the divan on the starboard side of the cabin. Flanger was so much occupied with the commander at that moment, that he was not disposed to take his eye off him for an instant; for certainly the situation had become critical, and 276 A CRITICAL SITUATION IN THlE CABIN 277 he paid no attention to the steward. Dave wvas a sort of a feather-duster fiend, and he used the article a great deal of his time, apparently as much from habit as from cleanliness. "I should be extremely sorry to put a ball through your head, Captain Passford, not only because it would disfigure a handsome face, but because you may be of great use to me," replied the pirate. "1 And because, in your present enterprise as you have outlined it, you cannot get along without me", said Christy. "In fact, you are more than half right. The sealed orders are not absolutely necessary to me just now, and I shall not insist upon the produc- tion of them for the present. Now, if you will seat yourself at the table opposite me, I will dic- tate an order to you, which you will oblige me by reducing to writing, and then by signing your name to it as commander," continued Flanger, still toying with the heavy revolver. Christy's curiosity was excited: he thought the order would throw some further light on the plan of the pirate; and he seated himself. Captain Flanger proceeded to dictate to him an order to STAND BY THE UNION the officer of the deck, to the effect that his sealed orders directed him to cut out a rebel privateer under the guns of Fort McRae; ordering him to head the Bronx to the north-west for this purpose, and instructing him to call him as soon as he made out the shore. Christy wrote it, and the pirate told him to sign it. " You must excuse me, Captain Flanger, but I object to signing such an order," replied Christy, as he rose from his chair. " Sign it, or you are a dead man! " exclaimed Flanger fiercely. "1 Be it so; death before dishonor," replied the commander firmly. At this moment Dave had worked himself in behind the pirate; and, with a 'well-directed blow with the feather duster on the head of Flanger, he brought him to the floor. 278 i- I ai L- X :4 This page in the original text is blank. DESTRUCTION OF A FACIAL MEMBER CHAPTER XXV THE DESTRUCTION OF A PROMINENT FACIAL MEMBER THE cabin steward had two feather dusters, one of which was very large, and the other of medium size. He had used the big one so industriously that very little was left of the feathers except the bare quills that were inserted in a cylinder of hard wood, too heavy for the use of a delicate female, though Dave had wielded it till it was ill better condition to be thrown overboard than to be used on the panels and furniture of the cabin. Captain Flanger was at the critical point in his operations, and he was too busy with the corn- mander to give any attention to the negro, whom he regarded with the contempt begotten of his Southern education. Dave was intelligent enough to understand the situation accurately, and he realized that it was rapidly becoming critical. He knew that Christy was unarmed, and that the 27 9 STAND BY THE UNION whole attention of the pirate was concentrated upon him, so that he could do nothing to help himself. He knew also that if he attempted to leave the cabin to procure assistance, FManger would shoot hiimn with as little remorse as he would kill a coon in the woods. Watching his opportunity without trying to get behind the intruder till the decisive moment came, he sprang into the position he had selected in advance, and brought down the heavy head of the feather duster upon the temple of the privateersman. Probably it was the shock quite as much as the force of the blow that brought down the steward's victim. But it was a heavy stroke, for the wood of the feather duster was split into many pieces, and the stumps of the feathers were scattered all over the table. The onslaught could not fail to be very confusing to the ideas of the intruder, and he seemed to be tangled up in the arm-chair in which he had been seated. Captain Flanger was a man of stalwart propor- tions, and Christy realized that he was no match for him in a hand to hand encounter, even with the aid of the steward, for the ruffian would not fail to use his revolvers. 280 DESTRUCTION OF A FACIAL MEMI;EI 2,81 Dave was not satisfied with what he ,had done, and as his foe went over in the chair, lie sprang upon him, and tried to wrest the pistol from his hand, and a struggle on the floor was begun, the result of which could not be foreseen. Christy took in the situation at a glance, and while the steward and his victimv were rolling and writhing on the floor, he darted into his stateroom, the door of which had been open all the time, and took his heavy revolvers from the drawer where he kept them, charged for immediate use. WVhen he rushed back to the cabin, Flanger had got the better of his foe, and had risen to his feet, wvith his grasp upon the throat of the steward. T1hen he hurled him from him with a vigorous movement with his left hand, while lie raised the right with the evident intention of shooting him. The commander saw the imminent peril of Dave; hie took a hasty aim and fired before the intruder had time to do so. He was a good shot with the navy revolver, for he had taken lessons and prac- tised a good deal with the weapon. He had aimed at the head of Flanger, and he saw that he had hit him, for his face was instantly covered with blood. He did not think it neces- 2-81 STAND BY THE UTNLON sary to fire a second shot, but he was Careful not to let the opportunity pass by if it was needled to reduce the privateersman to subjection. I'langer dropped his weapon instantly, and Dave as instantly picked it up. It was clear to Christy then that the battle bad been fought and won, though the defeated party had another revolver in his pocket. In spite of his claim that he was a religious man, he indulged in a volley of profane language which made the commander's blood run cold in his veins. His right hand, from which he had dropped one of his revolvers, was pressed upon his nose, as though this organ was the seat of his injury. He stood behind the table, and continued to swear like a pirate in a passion. His face and his hand were absolutely covered with blood. Both Christy and Dave kept their positions, each with a revolver in his hand, ready to finish the victim if he exhibited any symptoms of fur- ther violence. This was the tableau presented in the captain's cabin when the door was suddenly opened by the first lieutenant, who rushed in, followed by the second lieutenant and Quarter- master Vincent. Mr. Flint had been on the quar- 282 DESTRUCTION OF A FACIAL MEMBER ter-deck, and had heard the report of Christy's revolver when he fired. Calling -Mr. Camden and the quartermaster, he has conie to ascertain the cause of the fracas; and the sight was certainly impressive whenl he entered. "Any orders, Captain Passford" asked the first lieutenant, as he saw that Christy appeared to be master of the situation. ";Stand by to secure that manl," replied the commander, pointing at the wounded man behind the table. "s He has a revolver in his left coat pocket." The three officers promptly obeyed the order, and laid violent hands on Captain Flanger, Mr. Flint taking the weapon from his pocket. They seized hiln by the collar of his coat, and the executive officer held his left arm, with the hand- cuffs on the wrist. The victim of the affray still held on to his nose, though Mr. Caiiideni took possession of the arm. "1 You appear to be wounded, Captain Flanger" said Christy, approaching the table. "1 Wounded, you" - The oaths and epithets he used need not soil our p)age ; but the prisoner seemed to be suffering m11or e fromii his wrath than from his wound. 1-83 24STA.1ND BY .THE UNION "You have shot off by dose, you! " - groaned Flanger. "1 The ball welt straight through it." "1 Then you are not dangerously wounded," added Christy. " I was afraid it had gone through your head." "I I wish it had! You have bade a scarecrow of be for life! " he gasped. "s What's the trouble here, Captain Passford " asked Dr. Connelly, presenting himself at the door of the cabin. " Didn't I hear the report of a firearm in this direction just now " "s Very likely you did, if your bearing is good," replied Christy with a smile, for the large revol- ver, discharged in the small cabin, made a tremen- dous noise. "'The gentleman behind the table, who is holding on to his nose, requires some of your professional skill. He was proceeding to capture the Bronx, and had gone to the point where you find him." "I dol't walt any Yalkee surgeod at work od be," protested Captain Flanger, whose speech was badly affected by the injury to his nasal organ, or by the pressure he applied to it with his hand. "You can consult your own inclination as to that, my excellent friend. I shall not force you 284 DESTRUCTION OF A FACIAL MEMBER 8 to be treated by him," added Christy. " But I must suggest that this farce has been carried far enough in my cabin." "1 Farce! Do you cod this a farce " demanded the wounded man indignantly. "i You have shot off by dose ! " In fact, Captain Flanger seemed to be more dis- turbed at the accident to his proboscis, than by the failure of his quixotic scheme to capture the Bronx. He was certainly a very good-looking man, and took good care of his person, as indi- cated by the care bestowed upon his hair and beard. "i The farce came to an end when you menaced me with death if I declined to sign the order you dictated, and the steward played the first scene in the tragedy. I am sure it was a farce up to that time," replied Christy. "' Mr. Flint, have the prisoner put in irons, and remove him to the quar- ters of the men forward. Give him a berthsack and a blanket, and place a hand to stand guard over him." The executive officer sent Mr. Camden on deck for a pair of handcuffs and a couple of men to execute the order. Flanger still retained his 285 STAND BY THE UlN-ION standing position behind the table, holding on to his nose, which continued to bleed very freely. The surgeon went over to him, and endeavored to obtain a sight of the mutilated member. "I think you had better let me stanch the blood," suggested Dr. Connelly. "Do! " exclaimed the patient. " You will take off what is left of by dose." ", As you please," replied the surgeon, as the second lieutenant returned attended by two stout seamen. "' Remove the handcuff from his left wrist, and fit him out with a new pair," said Mr. Flint, who still held the left arm of the prisoner. Mr. Camden took off the irons, for he had a key to them, and enclosed the wrist in the new pair. Then the two men were directed to take his right arm, which they did, and drew his baud from his nose. This act roused the ire of Manger, and he began to struggle; but powerful as be was, the two seamen were too much for him, and he was fairly handcuffed. The second lieutenant was the officer of the deck, and he was sent back to his post of duty. Flanger's face was so covered and daubed with the gore from his wound that the 286 DESTRUCTION OF A FACIAL MEMBER condition of his prominent facial member could not be determined. "I protest agailst this brutal treatmelt!" stormed the prisoner, as lie continued to writhe in his irons. A I am a woulded plisoler! " "I see you are; but you decline to permit the surgeon to dress your wound. I have no more time to fool with you, and the men will put you on a berthsack forward. If you want the surgeon to attend to your wound, you have only to say so." "1 It is a bad wound though not a dangerous one," said Dr. Connelly, who had approached the victim of his own conspiracy near enough to obtain a view of the injured nose. "The ball has torn away the middle of the member, and it hangs in pieces from the wound." "I have had enough of him; remove him to the quarters," added Christy. "1 You took splendid aim, Captain Passford," said the surgeon, smiling. ,,I did not aim at his nose, but at his bead in a general way," replied the commander. "'I fired in a hurry, and I meant to reach his brains, if he had 3ny. Take him away; I am disgusted." ' The fortules of war are agailst me, Captail Pass- 287 STAND BY THE UNION ford; but if you ever fall ilto my halds, I will cut your dose off cdeal to your face," howled the pris- oner, boiling over with wrath. "' Take him away! " added Christy with energy; and the two seamen dragged him out of the cabin, leaving only Mr. Flint, the surgeon, and the stew- ard in the cabin. "Dave," he continued, stepping up to the last, and taking him by the hand, "you have behaved remarkably well, and I thank you for the good service you have rendered to me and the cause of your country." ",I done do what I thought was right, Captain Passford, though folks like that fellow think a poor nigger is no account," replied the steward, putting every tooth in his head on exhibition. "Perhaps he will change his mind after this. If you have not saved my life, Dave, you have saved my self-respect, for your prompt action, quite as soon as it was prudent for you to act, redeemed me from any further submission, and I expected to throw away my life rather than sign that order. I think he would not have killed me, for that would have blocked his game; but he would have wounded me in two minutes more. I thank you with all my heart, Dave, and I shall not forget what you have done." 288 DESTRUCTION OF A FACIAL MlEMNBER "' Thank you, Captain Passford," replied the steward. "I do not fully understand this affair, captain," said Mr. Flint. "Sit down, take a seat, doctor, and I will tell you all about it. You may go forward, Dave, and report to me the condition of the prisoner,' added Christy, as he seated himself at the tabL, and began to tell the story of the intruder's vis.4 to his CalJbin. He finished the narrative, and the officers we, discussing it when there was a knock at the doo " Sail on the port bow, sir," reported a quarter master. 289 STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER XXVI THE MEETING WITH THE BELLEVITE AT NIGHT CHRISTY looked at his watch when the sail wvas reported to him, and found that it w-Nanted ten minutes of eleven. The Bronx had been steami- ing for just about three hours, and must have made about forty miles, as he hastily figured up the run in his mind. " How was the weather when you left the deck, Mr. Flint " asked the commander. " Clear as a bell, and bright starlight," replied the executive officer. "' Not a night for blockade runners," added the captain. tI' No, sir."' ",The sail is reported on the port bow, which looks as though she might be coming in from sea," continued Christy, as he went into his stateroom with his navy revolver in his hand. He put the formidable weapon back into the 290 MEETING WITH THE BELLEVITE AT NIGHT 291 drawer from which he had takens it; but the les- son of the evening had made a strong impression on his mind. Though he had permitted Captain Flanger to believe that he was not at all disturbed by his presence in his cabin, and had kept uip the humor with which the intruder had introduced himself, yet he had felt a sense of humiliation through the whole of the scene. It was a new thing to be confronted by an enemy in his own cabin; and the privateersman, armed with two heavy revolvers, had all the advantage, while neither he nor the steward had a weapon of any kind. With even an ordinary revolver in his hip pocket, he would not have been helpless, and he might have saved himself without requiring this service of the steward. Opening his valise, le took from it a smaller revolver, and put it in his hip pocket, which lie had never used for any other purpose; and he resolved not to be caught again in an unarmed condition, even when no danger was apparent. In action he carried a navy revolver in each of his hip pockets. Thus prepared for any emergency, though none might come for Years, he went on deck, and made STAND UY THE UN I ON his way to the bridge, where he could get the best view of the approaching sail. He obtained his first sight of the vessel as soon as he reached the bridge, and saw that the sail was a steamer, much larger than the Bronx. She carried no sail, for the wind was from the west; but the com- mander soon realized that she was moving at great speed. "' We must be about forty miles off the station of the blockaders before the entrance to Mobile Bay," said Christy, after he had thought the matter over for a moment. "I should think so," replied the first lieutenant. "That sail appears to be headed for the station. She is a large steamer, and 'I judge by the way she is coming up with us that she is very fast," added Christy with some anxiety in his tones. "She must be a steamer of fifteen hundred tons, and perhaps more," said Mr. Flint, after he had looked at her through his night glass. " In that case she is too big for us to fight her, and too fast for us to run away from her; and Captain Flanger may be a free man in a few hours." " It does not follow that we shall have to fight 292 MEETING WITH THE BELLEVITE AT NIGHT 293 her or run away from her," added the first lieu- tenant, still gazing at the approaching steamer through his glass. "I don't believe she is a Con- federate vessel. The rebels do not buy steamers as big as that one in England." "But they may have captured her," suggested Christy. "I may be mistaken, Captain Passford, but I think that steamer is the Bellevite," added Mr. Flint. " I hope so," replied Christy, who did not like the idea of fighting or trying to run away from a craft three times as strong as the Bronx. " Have the ensign set at the peak, Mr. Flint." And a quartermaster was sent aft to attend to this duty. The strange sail continued to approach; and, little by little, the first lieutenant, who had sailed in the Bellevite several years, identified her as that steamer. It was probable that she had chased some vessel, and was now returning to her station. As she came nearer, she fired a gun for the Bronx to come to; and when within hail of her, stopped her screw. "Steamer, ahoy! " came from her in the well- known voice of Mr. Blowitt, formerly the com- STAND BY THE UNION mander of the Bronx, and now executive officer of the Bellevite. "1 On board the steamer! " replied Mr. Flint from the bridge. "What steamer is that " called MNr. Blowitt. "The United States steamer Bronx, under sealed orders. What steamer is that" "The United States steamer Bellevite. We will send a boat to you," returned Mr. Blowitt. The big steamer, as she certainly was compared with the Bronx, started her screw again, and came within less than half a cable's length of the little gunboat, for the water was very still, with a gentle breeze from the westward. The boat was dropped into the water; and in a minute or two it was at the accommodation ladder of the Bronx, when a couple of officers mounted the side. "I am glad to see you, Captain Passford," said Mr. Blowitt, who was properly received when he stepped down upon the deck. ,,I am just as glad to see you, Mr. Blowitt," replied Christy, taking the offered hand of his old friend. "Mr. Vapoor, chief engineer of the Bellevite," said the executive officer, presenting Christy's 294 MEETING WITH THE BELLEVrTE AT NIGHT 2!95 greatest crony on earth, for lie had held back in deference to his superior officer. "The happiest moment I have had since I saw you last! " exclaimed the engineer, as he grasped the commander of thel Bronx with his right hand, while he threw his left around the neck of his friend, and would have hugged him if Christy had not gently avoided such a "gush" in pres- ence of the watch on deck. "I wish you were back in the lBellevite, Christy." "1I wish I were myself," replied the commander, in a tone so lowv that none but the visitors could hear him. " No, you doii't,"' interposed Mr. Blowitt. "1 You are commandiiig a little gunboat, though you are only eighteen." "I thought I should like it, but I find I do not as well as I expected," answered Christy. "You don't like it! " exclaimed the engineer of the Bellevite. 'I do not, Paul; I think it wears upon me, though I am willing to do my duty wherever I am ordered." "1 If you wish to get back into the Bellevite, of course you can do so, for it is not every fellow STAND BY THE UNION that wears shoulder-straps who has such a backing as you have. You have only to speak, and any- thing reasonable is yours. But how are all at home, Christy " "1 Florry was very well the last time I saw her, not more than two weeks ago, and she talked a great deal about you, Paul," answered her brother, partly in a whisper. "1 Did she " added Paul with a gush. " Then she has not forgotten all about me. I almost wish I were not an engineer, for then I might be sent home once in a while in charge of a prize." Christy had only time to tell very briefly the story of the adventure with Corny, and the cap- ture of the Floridian, which he did for the purpose of introducing a matter of business in the line of his profession. The officers from the Bellevite asked him a great many questions, though he felt obliged to cut them short before they were half done with them. " You must excuse me, Mr. Blowitt, for I am sailing under sealed orders, and the commodore hurried me off as soon as I returned with the Bronx from St. Andrew's Bay; and I do not know that my mission admits of any delay," said 296 MEETING WITH THE BELLEVITE AT NIGHT 297 Christy. " I have a prisoner on board, and I want to get rid of hiimi, for lhe is a dangerous charac- ter; " and he briefly related the incident of the evening with Captain Flanger. I; is a tough sinner," added the first lieuten- antt of the 1Bellevite. " Of course I cannot take 1idm without an order from Captain Breaker; but 1 will return to the ship, and put the matter before him." "I don't knowv where I am ordered, and this Flanger is capable of making mischief if I should happen to get into a tight place," added Christy. " I suppose you are returning to the station off Mlobile Bay, and you can dispose of him better thanr I can." "iIf Captain Breaker decides to take your pris- oner, I will send a boat for him so as to make no unnecessary delay for you. Mr. Vapoor may remain, and return in the boat I send, for I am confident the commnander will accede to your request. Good-by, Captain Passford," said Mr. Blowitt, offering his hand to Christy, who pressed it most earnestly. " What is the Bellevite doing off here, so far from her station, Paul " asked Christy. STAND BY THE UNIONV "; We chased a good-sized steamer out last n-ight, and she gave us a long run; but we picked her up, and she is now onl her way to New York. She is good for eighteen knots an hour, a1d the Government is sure to buy her when she is con- demned. Mr. iallard, the second lieutenant, has gone in ier a:s plize-Imaster. Ile is in poor health, and will get leave of absence till he is better; but I do not believe lie will ever come down here aagain. Were you in earnest in what vou said about not likiing y-our present position, Christy" -I don't say that I absolutely dislike it, for I mean to be happy in whatever place my duty may call me. The responsibility weighs heavy on me, and I should prefer to be in a subordinate posi- tioln," replied Christy very seriously. "1J can't sleep as I used to." 11 I am confident there will be a vacancy in the Bellevite, for M1r. Ballard will not come back: Dr. Linscott said as much as that to me," added the engineer. "You can have his place if you want it." "But there is a third lieutenant who may deserve promotion," suggested Christy. "-Captain Breaker is dissatisfied with him, and 298 MEETING WITH THE BELLEVITE AT NIGHT 299 he will get him out of the ship, at any rate, as soon as the opportunity presents itself. I advise you to write to your father, and tell him plainly just how you feel," said Paul. "1 I am not sure that Captain Breaker would be willing to receive me as his second lieutenant," Christy objected. AI am sure he would," protested Paul. iI don't want him to take me simply because my father desires him to do so," answered the young commander, shaking his head. "Then let your father give him the choice of two or three officers. That will settle the mat- ter." "1 I don't know, Paul; I will think of the matter, and write to you as soon as I have time. There comes the boat. Mr. Flint, have the prisoner brought on deck to be transferred to the Belle- vite." In a few minutes the two stout sailors who had removed him from the captain's cabin appeared on deck, dragging Captain Flanger after them, for he would not walk, and did all he could with his hands made fast behind him to embarrass his con- ductors. STAND BY THE UNION "Captain Passford, I protest agailst this treat- ment of a prisoler of war," howled the privateers- man. "All right, Captain Flanger." "I say I am abused, and dragged from below like a dog." "' If you stand up and walk like a man, the dog will not be dragged." "Boat alongside, sir," reported a quartermaster. "'Put him into the boat," added Christy. Tle prisoner was certainly a hideous-looking object, his face daubed with blood, and his nose a mass of tangled flesh; but he was put into the boat in spite of his struggles. Paul Vapoor bade his friend an affectionate adieu, and went over the side. The Bronx started her screw at once. 300 THE PLANNING OF AN EXPEDITION CHAPTER XXVII THE PLANNING OF AN EXPEDITION THE Bronx continued on her course indicated in the verbal order of the flag-officer. Christy felt that he had had a narrow escape from death, or at least a severe wound, at the hands of the desperado who had invaded his cabin. Manger had escaped, after he had been put on board of the flag-ship, with the assistance of Galvinne; and he ap- peared not to have taken the trouble to render the same service to his confederate. The ships' companies of the two steamers were inclined to converse, giving and receiving the news; and doubtless the prisoner had taken advantage of the confusion to slip on board of the Bronx and secrete himself. His scheme, which must have been devised after he obtained admission to the cabin, was born of nothing less than madness, and could hardly have succe(elded under any circumstances, though it 301 STAND BY THE UNION might have ended in killing or disabling the com- mander. Christy felt that a kind Providence had saved him, and he rendered devout thanks for the merciful interposition, as it seemed to him. While he was still considering the subject, he heard the call for "All the port watch ! " on deck, and Mr. Camden came below to wake the third lieutenant, for the routine was hardly in working order on board of the steamer. The commander went into his stateroom, and soon returned with the sealed envelope in his hand. He was deeply interested in its contents, for he hoped his vessel was ordered to take part in the Mississippi expedi- tion, which was to attack Forts Jackson and St. Philip, and capture the city of New Orleans. Eight bells had been struck, indicating midnight, which was the hour at which he was directed to break the seal. The first lieutenant was quite as much interested in ascertaining the destination of the Bronx as the commander. Christy had invited him to his cabin. " Midnight is rather an odd time for the opening of the envelope containing the orders," said Mr. Flilnt, as he seated himself at the table. "But I suplv.csit itwas chosen for a purpose." 302 THE PLANNING OF AN EXPEDITION 3 "Undoubtedly; headed to the south-west the ship would be off the passes of the Mississippi at eight bells in the forenoon. If we are sent to Lake Pontchartrain or Ship Island, we should be a long way off our course at that time," added Christy, as he broke the seal of the envelope. "Neither Lake Pontchartrain nor the Mississippi. We are ordered to Barataria Bay, where a steamer is load- ing with cotton." "I did not believe a little vessel like the Bronx would be sent up the river," said Mr. Flint, when the commander had read the paper. ";Barataria Bay - that locality is noted for something in his- tory, isn't it, captain " "Perhaps you have never read ' Lafitte, the Pirate of the Gulf;' but this bay was his famous resort," said Christy, smiling. "It was formerly quite as noted as a resort for smugglers, and Lafitte was more a smuggler than a pirate in this region. He was six feet two inches in height, a well educated and handsome man, so that he was a first-class hero for a novel of the dime class," added Christy. "I I believe your late passenger in the cabin knows something about Barataria Bay and its surround- 303 STAND BY THE US-Ni()N ings, for I think I heard the Russian say that be bad done some smuggling in this quarter," said Mr. Flint. "As you are doubtless aware, by a series of lakes, bayous, and a canal which comes out near Carrollton, just above New Orleans, water communication is open to the Mississippi River for small vessels." "Do you say that Captain Flanger has been a smuggler in these waters" ",I think the Russian said so." " In that case, probably Mike was with him, and he may be a useful man to us as a pilot," replied Christy. " The commodore says the Western Gulf squadron had no steamer that was suitable for this service, for there I only nine feet of water on the bar of Barataria at low water. For this reason he had been requested to send the Bronx, not only on account of her light draft, but of her speed." The commander read his orders through. It was believed that vessels were loading with cotton there, towed down in flatboats by small steamers, and that a steamer of four hundred tons was fit- ting out in the bay as a privateer. It might not be practicable for the Bronx to go into the bay; but she was to do what she could to capture the 304 THE PLANNING OF AN EXPEDITION cotton vessels and the steamer when they came out. Mr. Flint went to his stateroom, and turned in; but Christy spread his chart of the Gulf of Mexico, and using his parallel ruler, he found that the present course of the Bronx would take her to the Pass a Loutre, the most northerly entrance of the Mississippi River. He went to the bridge at once, and directed the officer of the deck to make the course south-west by south. Everything was going well on deck, and Mr. Pennant had proved that lie was a competent officer. By this time the commander began to feel that sleep was a necessity for him, for lie had hardly rested at all the night before, and he turned in at two bells. He dropped asleep almost instantly, and did not wake till he heard eight bells in the morning. It was quite light in his stateroom, and he realized that it was eight o'clock, instead of four, as he at first supposed. Dressing himself hastily, Christy hastened on deck, and to the bridge, where he found Mr. Flint, who informed him that the Bronx was off the South Pass of the Mississippi. The fleet of the flag-officer of the Westeru Gulf squadron had 305 STAND BY THE UNION gone up the river, with the exception of a single vessel, which had not been able to get over the bar. There were a few sail in sight. "1 We are all right on the course, Mr. Flint; now make it west," said Christy to the executive officer; and then went to his cabin for his breakfast, direct- ing the officer of the deck to report to him when the steamer was off the South West Pass. When he had finished his morning meal, he proceeded to study his chart again. He had never been to the westward of the mouths of the Mississippi; but lie had a chart of the entrance to Barataria Bay. He examined it with the greatest care, and made himself familiar with the bearings and distances. In about an hour after he left the deck, a messenger came to the door of the cabin to inform him that the South West Pass was in sight, bearing due north. "1 Make the course west north-west," said he to the first lieutenant, as he joined him on the bridge. "West north-west, sir," repeated the executive officer-, as he gave it to the quartermaster at the wheel. "; We shall soonl be where our operations begin; but I ami afraid wve are to have a lazy time of it," 306 'I'lli; Ii,.\.NNM1N; if AN EXP'EDITION added Christy, as soon as the vessel's head had been pointed in the direction indicated. "Why so, Captain Passford " asked M1r. Flint "1 Barataria Bay makes a big hole in the State of Louisiana, and most of it is shoal water. At the south of it is the Isle Grande Terre, on the west- ern end of which is a fort, which commands the entire channel., replied the captain. "1 That's bad," added Mr. Flint, shaking his head. "I have no idea of its strength; but I do not care to have the Bronx knocked to pieces by the big guns of a fort. The bar of Barataria and the shoal water of the entrance to the bay extend out about two miles into the Gulf. At low water, two miles from the fort, we should bury our keel in the mud. It looks just now as though we should have to put the Bronx under the guns of the fort, or simply blockade the entrance to the bay. That makes it look like a quiet time in these waters." " Of course the Confederates on the lower Mis- sissippi are using all their resources to strengthen Fort Jackson and Fort St. Philip; and they can make a better use of big guns and artillerymen than in defending an opening like this one," re- plied Mr. Flint. 307 STAND BY THE UMNON "This is not a cotton-growing region, but is given up to sugar raising," added Christy. "They have to bring the cotton a long distance in order to ship it here." ";For these reasons, I do not believe this fort is of much account." "Perhaps not; but I should not care to have the Bronx sunk by a columbiad in the attempt to find out the strength of the fort." ";It is possible that the Russian knows some- thing about this region," suggested Mr. Flint. " I will have a talk with him," replied the com- mander, as he left the bridge. Seating himself on the quarter-deck, he sent for Michael Bornhoff, who presently reported to him. This man had proved himself to be entirely faith- ful and reliable; and Christy had no doubts in regard to his loyalty, for his race guaranteed that. "Do you know where we are bound, Mike" asked Christy. "1 I know what all the crew know, for word has been passed around that we are bound to Bara- taria Bay," replied the Russian with a cheerful smile. " Were you ever there, Mike " 308 THE PLANNING OF AN EXPEDITION " Was I ever there, captain " I lived there a year! " exclaimed the contraband. " I was in the fishing business at that time," he added with a significant smile on his face. "What do you mean by that" "We had the Magnolia over here then, and I used to go out fishing in her about every night," chuckled Mike. "1 Sometimes I did not catch any fish, and sometimes I caught five hundred boxes of Havana cigars. I often caught other kinds of fish." "1 You did not always eat the fish you caught," suggested Christy. "No, sir; but I used to drink some of them." "Precisely so; West India rum and wvines." "Cigars mostly, sir, was the kind of fish we caught. Captain Flanger brought them outside the Grand Pass: I took them up to Fort Lafitte, and the captain's brother worked them into New Orleans and other places. They did a big busi- ness before the custom-house folks broke it up." "Very likely; and I dare say you know all about this region." No doubt of that, sir." "What do you know about the fort" 309 STAND BY THE UNION "Not much, captain, for in our business we did not have anything to do with forts and such things," chuckled Mike. "The old quarters of the mechanics and laborers used to be on the Gulf shore, but they moved them up north of the fort, on the Grand Pass. About a mile east of the fort there is a big plantation." "That is all for the present, Mike," added Christy. The contraband touched his cap, for he had been rigged out in a new suit of seaman's clothes. The commander retired to his cabin, and again devoted himself to the study of the chart of the locality. His first purpose must be to obtain accurate infor- mation in regard to the strength of the fort, and the position of the steamer, if there were such a craft in the bay. He decided to approach the entrance by the East Channel, though it would not be possible for the Bronx to reach the Grand Pass from that direction, for there were hardly more than six feet of water at low tide; and the rise and fall was less than a foot and a half. He had decided upon his method of operations, and then wished again that he ws not in com- mand of the steamer; for the expedition he in- Ado THE PLANNING O1 AN LXI.IT ITION 311 tended to send out was one he would have been glad to command in person, instead of remaining inactive on board of the Bronx. As soon as lhe had arranged his plan, he went on deck. To the astonishment of the first lieutenant, he changed the course of the steamer to the north, and at noon let go the anchor in four fathoms of water. The vessel remained there till it was dark, and then proceeded to the westward, sounding ali the time. STAND BY THE UNIOJN CHAPTER XXVIII THE NEGRO VILLAGE ON THE ISLE GRANDE TERRE THE commander of the Bronx had explained his plan to the first lieutenant. There was nothing especially perilous in the expedition to be sent out; and it was the policy of Christy to keep the steamer out of sight of the fort, and of those in the immediate vicinity of it. After the Bronx had been on her course about two hours, and four bells had just struck, the leadsman reported two fathoms. A little later eleven feet was the depth. "Quartermaster, strike one bell," said Christy. "One bell, sir," repeated the petty officer at the wheel. "' Ten feet! " shouted the man at the lead. "t Strike three bells," added the commander; and the steamer began to back her screw. As soon as the Bronx had lost her headway, the screw was stopped, and a drift lead was dropped into the water. A sharp lookout had been kept, 312 NEGRO VILLAGE ON ISLE, GURAND: TERIRE 313 and some flickering lights had been reported. The weather had become cloudy since noon, but there was no fog and no wind. "You will let Mr. Pennant command this expe- dition, Mr. Flint," said Christy. " He will take the first cutter, with ten men, including Quarter- master Vincent and Bornhoff." The third lieutenant was sent for, and his in- structions were given to him. Mike would be his pilot, and could give him such information as he required in regard to the locality. He was to land in some convenient locality, cross the island on foot at the plantation, to Fort Lafitte, distant less than a mile, and ascertain if there were a steamer or other vessels in the bay. He was also instructed to use all means in his power to ascer- tain the strength of the fort. He was to make a landing about half a mile west of the plantation buildings. Within the limits of these instructions, he was to act on his own judgment. Mike was sent for, and further information in regard to the course was obtained fromi him. The officer was cautioned to be prudent, and not fall into any traps. If he discovered that there was a steamer in the bay, STAND BY THE UNION and that the fort was not heavily armed, he was to burn a red roman candle as a signal to the Bronx, which would proceed to the southward, and then enter the Grand Pass by the deepest water. "Where are the negro quarters of this planta- tion, Mike " asked Mr. Pennant. ";Just west of the big house, sir," replied the Russian. "' I don't know exactly where we are now, Cap- tain Passford," said the officer of the expedition. "6 We lie about south of what Mike calls the big house, a mile and a half distant from it. Make the boat's course north north-west, and you will strike the shore about half way between the planter's house and the fort. But when you get near enough to see both of them, you can land where you think best," Christy explained. The boat's crew had already lowered the first cutter into the water. The oars were muffled, for the chances were that no one in the vicinity of th6 plantation had discovered the presence of the Bronx, and it was not advisable to alarm the people. Vincent acted as cockswain of the boat, while the Russian, as most of the officers and men 314 NEGRO VILLAGE 0N ISLE GRANDE TERRE 315 insisted upon calling him, was seated in the stern sheets with the third lieutenant. The eight men at the oars formed the rest of the crew. " I don't believe you will find many hands down here, Mr. Pennant," said Mike in a whisper. " What do you mean by hands " asked the officer. "Laborers, niggers," replied the Russian. "Why not " "I expect they have sent all the strong ones up to work on the fortifications." "1 Shall we fin d no one at the negro quarters" asked the lieutenant with interest. ",Only the women and the old hands, too old to do much work." "Can you make out where you are, Mike" inquired Mr. Pennant, after about half a mile had been made. "I can just see the fort and the big house. It is not so very dark to-night," answered the Rus- sian. The course was believed to be correct for the point indicated by the captain, and in less than half an hour the boat grounded; but the shore was bold enough to enable the men to land. Mr. STAND BY THE UNION Pennant went to the forward part of the boat and took a careful look all around him. All was as silent as a tomb. Stepping into the fore-sheets, he leaped on shore, directing the Russian to follow him. "Vincent, you will remain in charge of the boat and the men," said the third lieutenant, addressing the quartermaster. "1 I will explore the island with Mike. I have the fireworks with me, and you will keep a sharp lookout in the direction of the fort. If you see a light close to the water, make for it as fast as you can. Do you under- stand me " "Perfectly, Mr. Pennant." "But you need not expect any signal for a couple of hours, or even three. If we get into trouble, we shall retreat upon the boat direct; so keep your eyes wide open." The officer led the way up the shore, and the rows of sugar-cane extended almost to the water. They could make out the little village of negro cabins which lay between them and the planter's house, and they directed their steps towards it. It was but a short walk, and they soon reached the lane that extended between the rows of huts. 316 NEGRO VILLAGE ON ISLE GRANDE TEIRRE 317 The lieutenant took his two revolvers from his hip pockets, and examined them as well as he could in the dark, and Mike did the same, for it was necessary to be prepared for whatever might happen. The village was as silent as thouigh it were entirely deserted; but it was nearly mid- night, and doubtless they were asleep in the cabins. They entered one. It was still and dark within the house. Mr. Pennant had brought with him a small lantern, which he lighted where the glare of the match could not be seen; but it re- vealed nothing to the inquirers. Covering the lantern so that its light could not be seen, they followed the lane between the twoi rows of cabins for some distance farther, and then entered another. Like the first, it was deserted. They crossed to the other side of the avenue, where they saw some signs that the cabin was iiihabited. Uncovering his lantern, Mr. Pennant threw the light upon the interior. It contained two beds, and each of them was occupied by two persons. In one were two silvered heads to be seen, while the other displayed two heads that appeared to belong to women. " Shut the door, Mike," said the officer, in order to prevent the light from being seen. STAND BY THE UNION "I think I know one of the old men," added the Russian as he returned from the door, ";Shall I wake him up " "Yes; but don't frighten him," replied Mr. Pennant. "Uncle Job," said Mike, placing his hand on the shoulder of the sleeper on the side of the bed nearest to him. The head and hair of the old colored man were peculiar enough to enable the Russian to identify him if lie had ever seen him even once before. His mouth was twisted to one side either natu- rally or by some injury, and his kinky hair made him look as though he carried a great bale of cot- ton on the top of his head. He opened his eyes when Mike shook him gently, and looked at the two men at the side of his bed with a wondering rather than an alarmed expression. "Who dar " inquired the negro. "Good-morning, Uncle Job," replied Mike, tak- ing the hand of the aged colored person. "How is your health " "1 Don't hab no healf, massa," replied Job, gaz- ing earnestly at the intruder upon his slumbers. "Don't you know me, Uncle Job" 318 NEGRO VILLAGE ON ISLE GRANDE TERRE 319 "'Pears like I do; I reckon you's Massa Cap'n Flanger." " Not exactly; but I'm his man, Mike Bornhoff." "Jes' so; you was born ob de debbil," replied the old negro, rising in his bed, and showing all his remaining teeth in an expansive smile. " He remembers me," said Mike turning to the lieutenant. " We have struck the right man. But he don't mean that I am any wickeder than the rest of the world. I used to be called here by my last name, and Job invented the pun he has just used." " Why do you say that we have struck the right man, Mike " asked Mr. Pennant, caring little for the former relations of the two men. "Because, though he don't look it, he is the best posted nigger in these parts. He is the wise man among his people, and a sort of leader among them, and fetich man besides." "All right; get him up if you can. Is he able to walk " ",He is as tough as a he-bear, and can walk a hundred miles on a stretch," replied Alike. " He knows everything that is going on in these times." The lieutenant had covered his lantern, for he STAND BY THE UJNION did not wish to wake the other sleepers in the cabin, after the description the Russian had given of his man. Mike spoke in a low tone to him, and it did not take him long to make his toilet, for he slept just as he was clothed during the day. No one knew how old he was, but he was still brisk in his movements. The officer led the way to one of the deserted cabins at a considerable distance from the one occupied by Uncle Job. No one was stirring in the vicinity, and the silence was as profound as death itself. Not a word was said till they reached the cabin the officer had selected, and when they had entered, he closed the door behind them. The lantern was unveiled, and the lieutenant seated himself upon a block of timber, of which there were several in the room. "Now, Uncle Job, I want you to answer some questions," Mr. Pennant began. "'Pose I don't answer 'em " suggested the negro. "; Then I shall put you in irons, and take you on board of the steamer," added the officer sternly. "l De steamer! wot's de steamer Is't a Yankee gumboat " demanded Uncle Job, opening his eyes :itl wonder and astonishmient. 320 NEGRO VILLAGE ON ISLE GIIANDE TERIRE 321 "That's just what it is." "Den I gib you all de answers you want," re- plied the negro with a cheerful smile. "Whar de gumboat " "She is off the shore not far f rom here. Now you will answer my questions. There is a fort here " " Yes, sar; ober dar," lie replied, pointing to the west. "How many men are there at the fort "Only twenty, sar; all gone ober to New Orleans, sar." "How many guns has it I mean big guns, Uncle Job " "I done count only four ob dem w'en I was dar last time." "Only four!" exclaimed Mr. Pennant. "Are you telling me the truth, Uncle Job " "I neber spoke noffin but the triuf, Massa Ossifer." " Are those four very large, - long as this cabin is wide " asked the lieutenant with interest. "No, sar! " exclaimed Job with energy. "But they must have had very big guns." "Yes, sar; but dey done tote 'em all ober to de Mis'sip Riber." 322 STAND BY THE UNION This seemed to be reasonable to the lieutenant, and in accordance with the belief of his superiors on board of the Bronx, for no Union man-of-war of any size could pass through the water courses to the great river. It looked as though the big guns had been replaced with those of smaller calibre. Mr. Pennant put out the light in his lantern, and the party started to cross the island. A PROFESSIONAL VISIT TO THE FORT 323 CHAPTER XXIX A PROFESSIONAL VISIT TO THE FORT MR. PENNANT had some doubts about the correct ness of the important information he had obtained, but he was at a loss to know how to verify it. It was a matter of course that sentinels patrolled the vicinity of the fort, or at least the principal approach to it. He decided to postpone his inquiry into this matter till a later hour of the night or morning. " Whar you gwine, Massa Ossifer " asked Uncle Job, after they had walked a short distance from the negro village. " Over to the other side of the island," replied the lieutenant. "W Wot you gwine to do ober dar, massa " "I want to see what there is over there." "'Dis nigger kin told you wot dar is over dar." "Well, what is there over there " "Dar's a steamer ober dar, an' I speck de Yan STAND BY THEi U NI('N kee gumboat's gwine in dar to look arter dat steamer,," said Uncle Job, chuckling as though lie enjoyed the prospect of such an event. "Say, Massa Ossifer, is Massa Linkum in yore gum- boat " "Not exactly; but she is well filled with his people," replied Mr. Pennant, laughing. "I done wish dat Massa Linkum come down here hisself," added the venerable colored person. ",He can hardly spare the time to do that; his business is such that he cannot leave," replied the lieutenant, much amused at the simplicity of the negro. "iNow tell me something more about this steamer in the bay. How big is she " "I can't told you 'zackly, massa; she as big as de fort." "1 Where did she come from " asked the lieu- tenant, who had more confidence in the honesty than in the intelligence of Job. "I dunno, massa; but she done come in from de sea. When she git off dar two mile she done stick in de mud," answered the negro, pointing in the direction of the bar. "Den de little steamers from up the bay take off de loadin', and she done come in." 324 A PROFESSIONAL VISIT TO THE FORLT 325 "With what was she loaded " "All sorts o' tings, massa; guns, and pistols, and close. Dis nigger help take de tings out ob her." "What is she doing now in the bay "Loadin' wid cotton de steamers fotch down." " Where does she lie now " "Jes' off de ole Fort Lafitte, whar de water's deep." In less than half an hour the party reached the locality indicated by Job. The officer could see the steamer which looked, in the gloom of the night, as though she was a craft of about five hundred tons. She was moored in the deep water so far in that she could not be seen by vessels in the offing. Oin each side of her was a small river steamer, and she seemed not to have completed her cargo. " Do you know the name of that steamer, Uncle Job," inquired Mr. Pennant. " Yes, sar; I knows it like my own name, but I can't spoke it if I die for't," answered Job, laughing. "Try to do so. "No use, Massa Ossifer; dis nigger don't hab teef enough to do dat." STAND BY THE UNION "' Can't you spell it " "No, sar; can't spell noffin." But Job was very obliging, and he made a hiss. ing sound, followed by an effort to sneeze which was a failure. Then he hissed some more, though the loss of his front teeth interfered with the effort. Then be said "1 fing." "1 I know what he means," interposed the Rus- sian. -I know that steamer, for she came in at Cedar Keys when I was there. He means the Sphinx." "'Dat's it, Massa Ossifer! " exclaimed Job, ap parently delighted to find that he had made him- self understood. "Has she any big guns " "Yes, sar; she done h'ist two out ob her in- nards, and done took two more from de fort." " All right; I think we understand the situation up here," said Mr. Pennant, as he led the way in the direction from which they had come. They returned to the negro village, for the commander of the expedition did not feel as though he had yet finished his mission on shore. "i'Mind yore eye, Massa Gumboat! " exclaimed Job, in a low tone, but with great earnestness. 326 A PROFESSIONAL VISIT TO THE FORT 327 "' Dar's somebody comin' from de fort! He's comin' mighty quick shore." The negro hurried the officer and Mike into one of the cabins, and shoved them into a sort of closet, while he went to the door himself. He passed out into the lane, as the man came into it from the middle of the field, for he had not been near enough to the shore to discover the boat. "Who dar " called Job. "Soldier from the fort," replied the man. "What are you doing out here at this time of night " "' I done get sick, massa, and I's gwine up to de big house to see de doctor," replied the negro, who probably used the first excuse that came into his head. ";The doctor " exclaimed the soldier. "Is there a doctor there " " I reckon dar's one dar if he done habn't leabe yisterday." "1 Then you can do my errand for me," added the soldier. "Yes, sar; what's dat, massa " "One of our men is very sick, and we have no doctor. We are afraid he will die before morning, STAND BY THE UNION and we want a doctor. Ours was ordered off a week ago." " I go for de doctor if he's dar," said Job. "Very wvell; I will go back and tell the sick man the doctor's coming," added the soldier. "That will give him a hope, if nothing more." "s Dis nigger's leered de doctor done gone away." "If he isn't there, we can't have him; but hurry up, Uncle Job, and come over and tell us if he isn't there," said the soldier, as he hurried away as rapidly as he came, evidently believing that hope was a panacea to a sick man. As the soldier did not offer to come into the cabin, Mr. Pennant had come out of his hiding- place, and had heard a41 that was said by the sol- dier, even while he was in concealment. "1 Is there any doctor at the big house " asked the lieutenant as soon as Job entered the house. "' No, sar; all de family done leave, an' was gwine to New Orleans. Arter a while I go to de fort and tell de sodgers the doctor done gone," re- plied Job. "1 I will go with you, Uncle Job," added Mr. Pen- nant quietly. 328 A PROFESSIONAL VISIT TO THE FORT 329 " You, Massa Gumboat! " cried the negro. "De sodgers put de bagonet frou your crop like a knife frou a pullet's froat' "Not if you tell them I am the doctor," added the lieutenant. 'De doctor! Be you a doctor, sar " "I have done something in the business, and perhaps I can cure the man who is sick, if they have the proper medicine," added the officer. "Dey baib de medicine at de big house." "Can you get into it "Yes, sar; de oberseer's sick abed, and dis rigger go right in like massa hisself," replied Job, as he led the way in the direction of the planter's house. The Russian was sent to the boat to await the return of the lieutenant; but he was instructed not to open his mouth to his shipmates in regard to what had been done on the island. Job found a way to get into the big house, and conducted the officer to the dispensary, where he had so often gone for remedies for his ailments. lIe found what he wanted, and then lie felt reasonably cer- tain that he should make a success of his profes- sional visit to the soldier. He took several small STAND BY THE UNION bottles of medicines in addition to the particular one upon which he depended. Job conducted him to the fort, which was over a mile distant. The lieutenant was not dressed in his uniform with the shoulder straps, though he had procured one from the store ship at the station; but lie had adjusted his garments to the needs of the occasion, so that, if captured lie could hardly be recognized as a Union officer. But lie bad his navy revolvers in his hip pockets, though they were covered by the skirts of the frock coat he wore, for he had borrowed this garment of the surgeon. At the principal entrance of the fort they were challenged by the sentinel. Mr. Pennant was somewhat afraid his northern dialect would betray him, for he was not a highly educated man, though he was exceedingly well informed ill all matters pertaining to the duties of a shipmaster. "Stand! Who comes there " said the sentinel. "Friends," replied the lieutenant. "Advance, friends, and give the countersign!" "We have no countersign to give." " Who are you " demanded the soldier. "Dr. Waterton," answered Mr. Pennant, giving 330 A PROFESSIONAL VISIT TO THE FORT 331 the first name that came into his head, for the medical title was the essential thing. "All right, doctor; I have been directed to admit you. Pass in, sir." Job was familiar with the interior of the fort, and he led the way; but before they had crossed the parade, the soldier who had gone for the doctor came to them, and conducted them to a casemate, where the sick soldier was still suffering terrible pains. "Lieutenant Fourchon, this is the doctor; but I do not know his name," said the soldier. "Dr. Waterton," added Mr. Pennant. " I am glad to see you, Dr. Waterton, for I have exhausted all my remedies," said Lieutenant Fourchon. "1 I was not born to be a doctor. The patient seems to be no better." "It does not look like a very bad case," added the doctor, finding it necessary to say something, as he felt the pulse of the sufferer. Though the lieutenant of the Bronx was not a physician, he was not altogether a pretender, for in the capacity of mate and temporary commander, he had done duty in the healing art in the absence of a more skilful person. STAND BY THE UNION "A glass of water and a teaspoon," said lie to the soldier-nurse; and they were promptly brought to him. The doctor took from his pocket a small bottle of chloroforml he had obtained from the big house, and dropped a quantity of it into the teaspoon. Mixing it with a little water in a glass, he gave it to the patient, who swallowed it quickly in spite of its burning taste. "1 Now a piece of flannel," added the doctor. Upon this when it was brought hle dropped a quantity of the chloroform, and applied it to the seat of the pain. In a moment the soldier cried out against the burning heat of the remedy; but the practitioner insisted that it should remain a while longer. But be relieved him of it in a short time. "How do you feel " asked the doctor. "Better; a great deal better," replied the patient. In fact, in less than an hour he said he was entirely relieved from the severe pain. He was very grateful to the doctor, whom no one sus- pected of being a Yankee gunboat officer. "'I had the same thing once before, and I was 332 A PROFESSIONAL VISIT TO THE FORT 333 sure I should die with it this time," said the sick soldier. " It lasted me all night and part of the next day the other time." " I am afraid you did not have a very skilful doctor at that time," replied the practitioner iwith a smile. Lieutenant Fourchon pressed the hand of the doctor, and left the casemate with him. STAND BY THE UNION CHAPTER XXX THE ATTACK UPON THE FORT THE Confederate officer was evidently of French descent; at any rate, he was very polite. He expressed his obligations to the supposed I)ly- sician for the service he had rendered in very earnest terms. Mr. Pennant had been able to see that there were no guns in the casemates of the fort, and this was really all he wanted to know. "All your guns seenm to be mounted outside," said the naval officer as he halted on the parade. ";Yes, sir; most of the guns have been removed to points where they can be used to greater advan- tage than here. The few we have are twenty-four pounders, mounted en barbette," replied Lieutenant Fourchon. "The fort is practically abandoned; and in a short time will be entirely so, for the enemy's ships of war can do no harm here, and there is not water enough above to permit their passage into the Mississippi." 334 THE ATTACK UPON THE FORT 33O "But the fort can protect your vessels in the bay," suggested the lieutenant of the Bronx. " The shoal water is the best protection for the small steamers that ply on these inside waters; and the Yankee gunboats can take all others as they come out. The entrance to the bay has not been regularly blockaded, for there has been little occasion to do so thus far." Mfr. Pennant had learned all he wanted to know, and from the parade he could see even in the darkness that only four guns were mounted on the works. He began to feel in a hurry to carry out the remainder of the programme assigned to him. He took the hand of the Confederate officer when he reached the point where Uncle Job was waiting for him, bade him good-morning, and left the fort. "How's de sick man, Massa Gumboat " asked the old negro, chuckling as though he appreciated the stroke of strategy made by his companion. "He is better; in fact, he was about well when I left him," replied the practitioner. " But I have no more time to waste," added he, as he quick- ened his pace, moving in the direction of the shore. STAND BY THE UNION The day was beginning to break in the east, and he was afraid the commander of the Bronx would become uneasy in regard to him. The quarters of the soldiers were passed, though they were not in use, and the shore reached. The lieu- tenant thanked the guide- for the service lie had rendered, and told him he could go back to his cabin, and finish his night's sleep. "'No, sar; see you frou, Massa Gumboat," re- plied Job. "Do you wish to leave this place, Uncle Job" asked the officer. "No, sar; I want to be free, but I'm not gwine away. I want to see de gumboat." " You shall see it, and go on board of it if you wish; but we may have a battle with the fort." "1 Don't care for de fight, sar; Job isn't 'feered o' noffin'." It was less than half, a mile to the cutter, and they soon reached it. The Russian was standing on the shore, and most of the men were asleep on the thwarts, though Vincent was wide awake. Mike recognized the form of the old negro, and reported that the lieutenant was coming. " Now burn your roman candle, and let us get 336 THE ATTACK UPON THE FORT off as soon as possible," said Mr. Pennant. "Bow- man, help this man to a seat in the stern sheets;" and he assisted Uncle Job to get in hinself. The men passed him along over the thwarts, and seated him in the stern. Vincent burned the red candle himself, and it cast a fiery glare over the scene, which must have astonished the occu- pants of the fort if they saw it. As soon as it bad burned out, the quartermaster leaped over the stein of the cutter, and made his way to the stern, where he jumped over the backboard, and took his place at the tiller ropes. The cutter was backed off the ground, and out into the deeper water. "Up oars! Let fall!" said Mr. Pennant. "Stern, all ! Give way " The cutter backed rapidly from the shore, and wvas then brought about. The lieutenant stood up in his place, and could just distinguish the Bronx, a mile and a half distant, in the gloom of the early morning. He watched her a fewv minutes and soon saw her swing around, and head to the south-east." "A1Make the course about south, Vincent," said the officer, as soon as he discovered that the steamer was in motion. 337 STAND BY THE UNION ",South, sir," replied the quartermaster. ", Now, give way with a wvill, my men! " called Mr. Pennant in brisk tones, "for we shall soon have a twenty-four pound shot chasing us out." When the cutter was about half a mile from the shore, making it about three-quarters of a mile from the fort, the peal of a cannon was heard, and a puff of smoke could be seen as it rose on the clear, starred sky, for the clouds had rolled away during the night. The shot dropped into the water a short distance abreast of the cutter. ",Good! " exclaimed Mr. Pennant; and this was the first time he had ever been under fire, though he had imagined it enough to feel entirely at home. Another shot followed the first, and dropped into the water; and if it had gone fifty feet far- ther, it would have struck the boat. "sGood again! " exclaimed the lieutenant. "I think that is about the range of those guns." A third shot fell a little nearer the cutter; but it was evident enough that it was out of the reach of the feeble guns of the fort. The firing con- tinued but a few minutes longer, for it was as plain to Lieutenant Fourchon as to Lieutenant 838 THE ATTACK UPON THE FORT 39l' Pennant that the shots were harmless to the boat. The commander on shore could see by this time, if he had not before, that a gunboat was in the offing, and that he might soon have a better use for his powder than wasting it upon the boat. The lieutenant had closely watched the move- ments of the Bronx. He had made the signal that the fort was not very dangerous to the well- being of the gunboat, and he understood her present movement. The light was increasing, and the Bronx could be distinctly seen, headed to the south-east, or in other words, making for the deep water outside the bar. Mr. Pennant still kept the cutter headed to the south. The steamer went off till she looked very much smaller, and then changed her course to the south- west. The lieutenant in the cutter ordered the bowman to sound with the small hand lead, after he had brought the boat to a full stop. The man reported eight feet. The head of the boat was then turned to the west, and the crew ordered to give way. In a quarter of an hour more the course was checked, and the bowman directed to sound again. Sixteen feet was reported. Mr. Pennant stood up in the stern sheets, and 339 STAND BY THE UNION gazed in the direction of the fort. On the shore of the Grand Pass, above the fort, were three buildings, formerly occupied by mechanics and laborers. The sailing directions for entering the bay were to bring the fronts of these structures in range, and proceed for a time on the course indi- cated. Mr. Pennant had obtained this bearing after he had backed the boat a few feet. The depth of water then informed him that he was in the channel. But he had no intention of again approaching the fort, and he headed the boat to the south-east, or nearly so, and then ordered the men to give way. He called the attention of the coxswain to the range, and directed him to keep it. The bow- man was required to keep the lead going all the time. "Ten and a half feet! " reported the bowman. "That is the shoalest we shall get," added the officer. The crew had been ordered to ease off, and the cutter moved very slowly. A quarter of an hour later the sounding was ten and three-quarters feet. The next report was fourteen feet, and then no bottom at twenty feet. The Bronx was approach- 340 THE ATTACK UPON THE FORIT ing the boat with full steam, and stopped her screw a short distance from the cutter. In a few moments more the boat was at the davits, and the com- mander of the expedition reported to Captain Passford. "1 What have you here, Mr. Pennant" asked the commander with a smile, as he pointed to Uncle Job, who seemed to be as bashful as a young girl, and utterly confounded by what he saw on the deck of the Bronx. " That is Uncle Job, Captain Passford," replied the lieutenant. "' He has been of very great service to me, and be enables me to make a very full report to you, sir. This is the captain of the gunboat, Uncle Job," he added to the negro. The old man had no hat to touch or take off, for the mass of hair was a sufficient protection to his head; but he bowed almost to the deck, and was too timid to say a single word. " I am very glad to see you, Uncle Job," said Christy, taking the hand of the venerable colored person. " I thank you for the service rendered to my officer. Now, Mr. Pennant, you will come to my cabin and make your report. Bring Uncle Job with you." 341 STAND BY THE UNION As soon as he reached the cabin, Christy brought from his stateroom twenty dollars ill gold, which he presented to the old negro, who accepted the gift with many thanks. "Dave," called the captain. "Here, sir," replied the steward, coming into the cabin and gazing with astonishment at the negro. "1 This man has done a good work; take care of him, give him a good breakfast, and see that no one insults him." As soon as the steward had taken him to the steerage, Mr. Pennant made his report in full, even to the number and calibre of the guns at the fort, and including the cure he had wrought upon the Confederate soldier. Christy was amused at this last part of the narrative; but he had no time to waste in con versation. The screw of the Bronx was started again. Though the Russian was a pilot over the bar, his services were not needed as such. The first cutter had kept the range of the buildings on the island, and Mr. Flint had already picked it up. The steamer proceeded at less than half speed, but the tide -was at its highest. By this time it was seven o'clock in the morning, for a great deal of the time 342 THE ATTACK UPON THE' FOR;T had been used up in moving the cutter and the steamer. Breakfast had been served to all hands, and Christy had fortified his stomach for a busy forenoon. As the Bronx proceeded on her course, the lead going all the time, making not more than two knots an hour, the report of a gun was heard from the fort. "They are awake there," said Christy with a smile to the first lieutenant, and both of them watched for the fall of the shot, which struck the water at least a quarter of a mile ahead of the vessel. "Beat to quarters, Mr. Flint." The strength of the Bronx was mainly in her heavy midship gun. The commander had ascer- tained the range of the twenty-four pounder bar- bette guns of the fort, and made his calculations accordingly. He could batter down the masonry of the works at his leisure, if he chose to waste his time and ammunition in that way; but the Confederates proposed to abandon the fort, and it would not pay to destroy it. "' Fourteen and a half feet! " shouted the leads man. " That will do, Mr. Flint; stop her, and let go the anchor. Get out a spring astern and make it fast to that buoy," said the commander. 343 STAND BY THE UNION In ten minutes more the Bronx quivered under the discharge of the great midship gun, and a cloud of smoke rose above her deck. " Good for you, Mr. Ambleton! " exclaimed Christy, a few seconds later, when he saw the wreck of one of the twenty-four pounders on the fort. This result was followed by emphatic cheers from the forty-five men on deck. s" I can do that again, Captain Passford," re- plied the gunner, who was in charge of the piece. " Do it, then," added Christy. He did not do quite as well every time, but in two hours there was not a gun in place on the barbette of the fort. 344 A WOUNDED CUM.MANDER CHAPTER XXXI A WOUNDED COMMANDER THE fort had become harmless so far as the use of its guns was concerned; but the channel of the Grand Pass was hardly a quarter of a mile in width, and even twenty soldiers with muskets could pick off the men on the deck of the Bronx. Christy's orders required him to capture the steamer that was fitting out in the bay, and he in- tended to do it. The order to weigh the anchor and cast off the spring was given, and the com- mander sent for the chief engineer. "We are within a mile of the fort, AIr. Samp- son, and I mean to run by it. We shall be ex- posed to the fire of musketry for about half a mile, and the quicker we make this distance, the less the danger to the men," said the comniander, when the engineer presented himnself. "We will not get under way till you have all the steam you need to give the steamer her best speed." 345 STAND BY THE UNION "'I understand the situation perfectly, Captain Passford, and I will report when we are ready to go ahead in the manner you desire," replied .M1r. Sampson, as he saluted the captain and hastened below. "iThe officer in command of that fort is not idle," said Mr. Flint, who had been using his glass very industriously since the firing ceased. " The soldiers are busy setting up the guns again, or some of them." " We will soon stop that," added Christy. "Give them another shot from the midship gun, Mr. Flint." The gunner was again fortunate in his aim, and it was seen that the solid shot cleaned off the carriage upon which the soldiers were at work. With the aid of the glass it was found that two of the men had been killed or wounded. The work on that gun was suspended, but the offi-er could be seen in the act of directing his force to another of the barbette pieces. " That lieutenant is a brave man," said Mr. Pennant, "and I know he is a gentleman." "I am only sorry that he is fighting on the wrong side," added Christy, as he observed the 346 A WOUNDED COMMANDER earnestness of the officer in the discharge of his duty. " Is he an old man " "No, sir; I don't believe he is over twenty, if he is that," replied the third lieutenant. Another solid shot sped on its way, and Mr. Ambleton, the gunner, fully justified the reputa- tion he had earned, though the missile only ploughed up the earth in front of the party on the fort. But then Lieutenant Fourchon proved that he was a wise and a prudent man, as well as a brave one, for he retreated from the exposed position with his men. It was almost sure death for them to remain there, for they could not help seeing the cloud of smoke that rose from the funnel of the Bronx, indicating her intention to go up the Pass. "Mr. Sampson directs me to report that he is ready to proceed," said a messenger from the chief engineer. Quartermaster Vincent was placed in charge of the wheel, with Boxie as helmsman. All that could be done to protect the pilot-house had been done, though it was not yet supposed to be proof against the musket ball that would be fired in that direction. All the men not absolutely needed for 347 STAND BY THE UNION duty were sent below, but they were armed with revolvers and cutlasses, ready for service at any instant. The officers retired from the bridge, for it was folly for any one to be unnecessarily ex- posed to the musketry fire from the loopholes of the fort. ", Strike one bell, Vincent! " said Mr. Flint, when the captain had given him the order to go ahead. The steamer went ahead slowly; but the steam was hissing, and she seemed to be as impatient as a fiery horse at the slow starting. "1 Four bells, Mr. Flint! " added the commander when the Bronx was fairly under way. The order went to the quartermaster, and the vessel began to dart ahead as though she fully realized what was expected of her. There was nothing to impede her progress, for the fort was as silent as though it had ceased to exist. A trusty hand was heaving the lead in the fore- chains, for the Bronx was not yet within musket- shot range of the island. " Mark under water three! " shouted the leads- man, with an earnestness inspired by the occasion. Christy planked the deck with Mr. Flint just 348 349 A WOUNDED COMMANDER abaft the foremast. Both of them were as cool and self-possessed as though they had been sitting at the cabin-table; but neither of them felt that the battle had been won, for the officer in com- mand of the fort was evidently a Man of ability, who had not yet exhausted his resources. The first lieutenant had watched the works very closely with his glass, and lie had informed the captain that something was in progress there, though he could not tell what it was. Christy certainly felt very anxious, and he could not help asking himself whether or not he was engaged in a foolhardy enterprise in attacking the fort. His orders related only to the steamer that was loading in the bay, and he had been warned ill his instructions to take the fort into consideration iil his operations. He felt that he had given proper attention to the fort, inasmuch as he lhad disabled all its guns. He might have simply blockaded the entrance to the Pass; but he might have stayed in the offing a month before she ven- tured to come out. He was still willing to believe that lhe had not overstepped hiis orders. "1 And a quarter three ! " cried the leadsman. "Make the course north-west, Mr. Flint," said STAND BIS THlE UNION Christy, following the sailing directions with a proper allowance for the tide. "4No more sound- ing; send the mnan below. We shall have from three to seven fathoms of water till we have passed the fort." The Bronx continued to dart ahead at her best speed, and no sound caine from the fort. It was only a question of minutes now before the steamer reached a point inside of the island where shte could accomplish her mission by the capture of the Sphinx. The officers remained on deck, but they were protected by the bulwarks, the masts, and especially under the shelter of the top-gallant forecastle. Christy had earnestly warned the second and third lieutenants not to expose them- selves needlessly to the musketry of the fort, and AMr. Flint was discreet enough to need no such warning. "Soldiers on the fort, sir" shouted Vincent, when the Bronx was within less than a quarter of a mile of the works. Christy and the first lieutenant sprang from the shelter where they had been waiting the passage of the fort, and(] rushed up the steps to the bridge. rise comiiandler of the force on shore, with half a 350 A WOUNDED COMMNIANDEIR,5 dozen men, was at work on one of the guns on the barbette; but it was impossible to make out what they were doing. Then there was a flash, a cloud of smoke went up, and a shot crashed into the deck directly under the pilot-house, tearing up the planks, and disappearing in the space below. "Wheel disabled, sir! " shouted the quarter- master. "Beat to quarters, Mr. Flint!" said Christy, trying to make out what mischief had been done by the shot; but he could only see that it had cut the wheel ropes. " Strike two bells, Vincent! " he called to the quartermaster. By this time the executive officer had beat the crew to quarters, and every man was at his station. "Strike three bells, Vincent," continued the commander. "Mr. Flint, open fire upon the fort with the midship gun. Have the carpenter report at once on the damage done by that shot. Strike two bells, Vincent." It was plain enough to all the officers and men that the commander knew what to do in the emergency, and every one was energetic in the 351 STAND BY THE UNION discharge of his duty. Mr. Ambleton was fully alive to the peril of the moment, and he was care- ful to make his aim sure with the great gun. It had been loaded before with a solid shot, and pres- ently the steamer was shaken to her keel by the concussion of its discharge. Christy was still on the bridge, and he watched with intense interest the effect of the shot. In a moment he saw the carriage of the only gun that seemed to be mounted on the barbette flying in pieces in every direction. He directed the gunner to use a shell next time; but the soldiers had hastened away from the place, bearing with them two of their companions, doubtless wounded by the splinters. ",Let go the anchor, Mr. Flint! " shouted Christy. This was done under the direction of Mr. Camden. A fresh breeze had sprung up from the north-west, and the Bronx came up to the cable still headed in the direction of her former course. The carpenter reported that the shot had passed out at the side between decks, and that he had plugged the hole. The third lieutenant was busy rigging new wheel ropes, which he said would be 352 A WOUNDED COMMANDER ready in half an hour. Mr. Flint, at the order of the captain, had manned the broadside guns, and loaded them with shrapnel, for the most perilous part of the enterprise was yet to come. The fort was silent. It was evident now that the commander of the little garrison had not left the barbette before till he had prepared at least one of his guns for further service; but it had again been disabled, and it was not known on board of the steamer whether or not he had any other gun fit for use. It was presumed that he had not, for the Bronx was within easy cannon shot of his works. Christy used the glass, but could not discover any gun that appeared to be mounted. "1 All ready, Mr. Flint," reported the third lieutenant, when he had completed the repairs on the steering gear. The first lieutenant inspected the work, and reported to the captain, who immediately ordered him to weigh the anchor. The chief engineer had been directed to be ready to proceed, and the steam was hissing with a merry music. The mid- ship gun was of no service now, and Mr. Flint had beer' directed to keep up a steady fire with the 353 STAND BY THE UNION broadside guns at the embrasures of the fort as soon as the Bronx was in range. Again the steamer darted ahead at a speed which would soon carry her beyond the reach of the musket ball of the soldiers. Christy still remained upon the bridge, observing the fort and all that was done on the deck of the Bronx. He directed his glass frequently at the barbette of the fort; but the prudent commander of the garrison had evidently concluded to confine his efforts to the casemates. At least one-fourth of his men had been disabled. ";Open with the broadside guns, Mr. Flint!" called Christy, as the Bronx came abreast of the works. As he spoke, Boxie dropped in his place at the wheel, and Vincent grasped the spokes. The blood was streaming down the face of the old man, and he did not move after he fell. Two sailors bore him below; but the surgeon promptly declared that he was dead. The rattle of musketry became quite sharp, and the bullets were penetrating the bulwarks. Two had been wounded at one of the guns, and carried below. Christy stepped over to the end of the 854 A WOUNDED COMMANDER bridge to call a hand to take the place of Boxie, and at that moment he felt a sharp sting, as it were, in his right arm, above the elbow. Involun- tarily he raised his hand to the place, and felt the warm blood oozing from the wound. It produced a momentary faintness; but he braced himself up, and wound his handkerchief around his arm, cal]- ing upon the wheelman to tie it, as he hastened to the aid of Vincent. He said not a word about the accident. The Broinx dashed upon her course, and in a moment more she was out of the reach of the balls from the muskets. Half a mile farther up the Pass, the captain ordered Vincent to strike two bells. The Sphinx was in sight, not half a mile distant, with a small steamer on each side of her. Doubtless her captain had full confidence in the ability of the fort to protect his vessel, and he continued his operations as though he was in no possible danger. " Mr. Flint, send Mr. Camden in the first cutter and Mr. Pennant in the second to take possession of that steamer," said Christy, holding on at the rail in front of him. " Put fifteen men well armed into each boat, and send the second engineer with 355 STAND BY THE UNION them. Hurry them off, or they may burn the ves- sel." The two boats were soon in the water, though the first lieutenant wondered that he had -lot been sent on this important service. The two officers hurried their crews, and the boats flew on their mission. The commander felt that it was neces- sary to keep an eye on the fort, for its energetic officer was not at all inclined to be idle at the present exciting time. The Bronx had hardly stopped her screwv before the soldiers were to be seen on the barbette; but the shell with which the midship gun had been charged sent them all to the casemates in an instant. "1 What is the matter, Captain Passford " asked the first lieutenant, as he halted on the deck. "You are as pale as a ghost." "A ball went through my arm; but it is all right," replied Christy with a ghastly smile. He refused to go below, or to permit Dr. Con- nelly to come to him until he had attended to the poor fellows who had been wounded on deck. At the end of a couple of hours, the flames arose from the twvo bay steamers which had been alongside the Splhinx, for the second lieutenant 356 A WOUNDED COMMANDER had been ordered to burn them. The smoke was pouring out of the two smoke-stacks of the steamer. Several boats filled with men pulled to the shore, landing the crews of the three ves- sels. In less than another hour the Sphinx was under way, and soon came alongside the Bronx. As only one of the broadsides of the gunboat was available in the action with the fort, the star- board battery was transferred to the captured vessel. Men enough to handle them were put on board, and Mr. Camden was put in command of her. It was late in the afternoon when all this work had been done, and then the Bronx led the way through the Pass, her mission fully accom- plished. As soon as the steamer was abreast of the fort, the broadside guns poured the shrapnel into the embrasures and loopholes, though nothing could be known of the effect of the firing. The mus- kets were as active as before. Christy was on the bridge still, for the doctor had dressed his wound, and he had taken some refreshment. This time it was discovered that the vigorous commander of the garrison had dug out some rifle- pits on the top of his works, and his men were 357 STAND BY THE UNION doing effective work with their muskets. Three men had been wounded on the deck of the Bronx, the third lieutenant being one of them. Christy shouted to Mr. Flint, ordering him to send the men below, and cease the use of the broadside guns, for the garrison were on the barbette, shel- tered by their earth-works, where the guns could not reach them, so high was their position. With the aid of his speaking trumpet he gave the same order to Mr. Camden on board of the Sphinx; but he had hardly uttered the command before his left leg gave way under him, and he sunk to the floor of the bridge. A ball had struck him in the thigh, and he could feel the blood flow- ing down his limb. He grasped the rail of the bridge, and drew himself up. There he stood like a statue, supporting himself with his well arm, till the Bronx had passed out of musket-shot range. "Good heavens!" exclaimed the first lieuten- ant, as he came out from his shelter. "You are wounded again!" "I must give up now, I fear," replied Christy feebly; and then he fainted. He was carried to his stateroom by his officers, and the doctor examined his last wound. He was 358 I. C SECOND WVOUND. - Page 35 : Zi: J J - t0 CHRISTY RECEIVES A This page in the original text is blank. A WOUNDED COMMANDER restored to consciousness, but he looked like death itself beneath the ruddy brown of his weather- beaten face. " You will take the command now, Mr. Flint," said he when lie saw the executive officer watching him with the most intense interest. 11 What (1o you think of it, Dr. Connelly " he asked, turning to the surgeon. " Severe, but not dangerous," answered the doc- tor. "The ball did not touch the bone, but it ploughed deep through the flesh. You were fortu- nate in having plenty of meat on your bones." Dave was the most assiduous of nurses, and had no little skill in attending to the wants of the sick. The young commander was made comfortable in a few hours, and Mr. Flint came below to see him at the end of an hour when he had performed his most pressing duties. He reported that Mr. Pen- nant's wound was slight, and did not disable him. Eight seamen in all had been wounded, and one of them was likely to die of his injury. "1 But we have done our work well, Captain Passford, and I don't believe that one-half the garrison of that fort are fit for duty at this moment," added the first lieutenant. 35 9 STAND BY THE UNION " But that was a splendid fellow who com- manded there," continued Christy with admiration. is If his guns had not been taken away from him, and his force reduced to a handful of men, we should have had to wait for the Sphinx to come out of the bay; and it might have been three weeks or a month before she concluded to do so." "1 We have damaged the enemy enough to make it pay, and the steamer and her cargo will put at least seventy-five thousand dollars into the pockets of our side in the conflict." "' And by taking the bull by the horns, instead of waiting till the captain of the Sphinx concluded to take his chances of being captured in getting to sea, we have made the Bronx available for duty at once in another quarter, where she can do better wvork than in chewing her cable off the bar of Barataria," said the wounded commander, thus satisfying his conscience that he had done his duty. The venerable colored man, who had given so much assistance and information to the third lieu- tenant on shore, had no desire to leave his home, and he was landed in the darkness of the evening at a considerable distance from the fort. Christy 360 A WOUNDED C0MMAN-L)EI 3'1 had rewarded him handsomely for the service he had rendered. The men in the first and second cutters had taken all the cotton in the small steamers, and put it on board of the Sphinx before they set them on fire. The four guns in the hold had been hoisted out to make room for the bales, and the vessel had been put in condition for her voyage. Early in the evening, the two steamers were standing out into the Gulf headed to the south- east. In the middle of the afternoon of the next day, Mr. Flint reported to the flag-officer off Pensacola Bay. The wounded captain was as comfortable as a young man could be with two bullet-lholes in his limbs. It wvas the first time lie had been wounded so as to disable him; but he felt that he had faithfully done his duty to his country, and he was as cheerful as a man in his condition could be. Dr. Connelly reported that hle would not be fit for service again for six or eight weeks. Mr. Pennant, the third lieutenant, on account of his wound, which was not severe enough to render him unfit for ordinary duty, was appointed prize-master of the Sphinx, with orders to report 361 STAND BY THE UNION at New York for condemnation. A futrlough was given to Christy, with a stateroom on board of the captured steamer. She was fitted out so that she could defend herself, or even capture any vessel of the enemy within her reach, and not too strong for her. She was not as fast as the Bronx, but she ]ad logged over twelve knots on the passage from Barataria Bay, and was therefore likely to be added to the force of the navy. Ensign Flint was appointed to the command of the Bronx by the flag-officer, who had called upon Captain Passford in. his stateroom. Christy had not failed to commend his executive officer in the highest terms. The commodore suggested that Christy could not be very kindly disposed towards Captain Battleton of the Vernon, on account of his decision against him in the matter of his identity. ";On the contrary, I do not see how he could have done otherwise, commodore, and I have ex- pressed to him my friendly feeling," replied Christy. "' I think lie is a devoted and faithful officer, sir." ";He desires employment on more active duty than the command of a store-ship, and I am in- 362 i:Xe 00 X Xt e S :100 fff::; C: :: f: 00:: 0 :0:0:::: :::f: ::000:::X;:0: ld r-::::000: f: 0 f:: :00D:: :: f:0:ff ff:: t:0::0t: fat:ff:0:00 f :::0:00:f::0:0::0::f:f:f00:::S ::0: t:0::0::30:t f:00: t:0 tV f: :f lf 00 ff: :t 0 f:ft: 4 u \ a::000 9 (StH'St iES:utL1f WS::: ff50:000gNgN EN0000:0: :ff; 00: :0::: :::;-0:00 : f lt00: l:X0 :::fRS:: ff : : :00:X: :f:t :0: :E: ::: 0 f:ff: -: : : f: ;0:::t j f X, ,D'.f 0 '' 0 0 ff. 00 0'', S ff'V;'- 'S X 00 S ' 0'0 0', 0 0 ' ',"fAtiAr 0 0 0 0 0 ; : ; 0 0 0 00 f 0 0 . 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 f 0 0 . t; 0; 0 a , ! ' 0 0: . ge _;0 . .;_ Xw0.v0u j. ;v 0 0; 1 0. 00 0. . ......... S . v ;.; - s ;; S Ea.Ns . .. . . DAVE RECEIVES HIS AlSl\)lD;lN1ENr AS (GIXSVARI -Page 364.. I . This page in the original text is blank. A WOUNDED COMMANDER 863 structed to give him such a position if I have one ait my disposal," added the flag-officer. "I certainly hope you will do so, sir, if pos- sible." "1 propose to appoint him executive officer of the Bronx." "I am sure Mr. Flint could not have a better manl. In due time this appointment was made, and Captain Flint, on the recommendation of Christy, was entirely satisfied to receive him as his first lieutenant. " One thing more, Captain Passford," continued the flag-officer; "ithe ship's steward of the Mer- cidita has been very sick for three weeks, and has applied for a sick-leave. I shall be obliged to transfer Mr. Nawood of the Bronx to his place." 'I can nmention just the right person to take Mr. Naw-ood's place," said Clhristy eagerly. "You seem to have a man ready for every vacant position. Who is he" asked the commo- dore with a pleasant smile. "His name is David Davis; but he is not a relative of the president of the Soutlhern Confed- eracy , for he is a mulatto. He has rendered very 363 34 STAND 1BY THE, UNION important service on several occasions, and there is not a truer or braver man on board of the Bronx, or any other ship of the squadron," replied Christy with entlitisiasm. The commodore shook his head, but he looked very good-natured. Christy narrated the part Dave had taken in the capture of Captain Flanger in the cabin, and in recovering possession of the Bronx when it was shown that the officers were rebels. Mr. Flint was sent for. He was quite as earnest in his plea for the steward as the com- matider had been, and the written appointment of Mr. David Davis was in Christy's hands when the flag-officer took his leave of the wounded com- mander. ",Dave," said the wounded lieutenant, the next time the steward came into the room, "no more ' massa,' no more ' moggywompus,' no more ' done do it.' You know better than to use such expres- sions, and you are no longer a 'nigger; ' you are the ship's steward of the Bronx." "What's that, Captain Passford" demanded Dave, opening his eyes like a pair of saucers. Christy handed him the appointment just made, and the stewvard danced about like a madman. He 364 A WOUNDED COMIANDERt had expected nothing for his meritorious service, and he found himself in a position of trust and responsibility. He expressed his gratitude in the most earnest language, and without using a single objectionable phrase, for his education was better than his habit in the use of speech. Ensign MeLiunn, who had served on board of the little steamer, but had recently been on sick leave, was appointed second lieutenant of the Bronx, while Mr. Camden, outranked by the other officers, remained as third lieutenant. Christy and Mr. Pennant were transferred to the Sphinx, with a prize crew; and that same evening the Bronx sailed under her new commander, with sealed orders, to the eastward. The Sphinx sailed the next (lay for New York, and made a tolerably quick passage. Of course Christy was received with open arms by the fam- ily at Bonnydale, and with a profusion of blushes by Bertlia Pembroke, who happened to be there on a visit. His father and mlother looked with no little anxiety at the pale lace of their son, though lie was still cheerful and(I bappy. He had lost a lpoltion of his flesb, a;id Iis uniform hung rather loosely upon him. 365 3STAND 14V Ti'-IE UNI(N He was too feeble from the effects of his wounds, for that in the thigh had Irovedl to be more severe than the surgeons bad indicated, to tell the exciting story of the escapade of Corny Passford; but wshen. he did relate it, three weeks later, it thrilled the listeners for three whole evenings. "'You took the bull by the horns at an oppor- tune moment, my son," said Captain Passford, Senior. "; If you had not done so you would have been in a rebel prison at this moment. As it is, poor Cor-ny has got back to Fort Lafayette, with Galvinne and our man-servant, whom I never should have suspected of being a Confederate officer." "I I don't think I care to go to the Gulf again as the commander of a vessel," added Christy, who had not changed his mind on this subject. " Vhy not, my son" "I don't like the responsibility, in the first place, and the inactivity, in the second. When I am forty or fifty years old, I shall like a command bet- ter. Others, seem to look upon me nowv as a boy, capable of andy sort of quixotism, however prudent I may be, and point at ie as one who has been 366 A WOUNDED COMIANDER made a commander of a steamer by influence at court. There is a vacancy at the present time on board of the Bellevite, for the second lieutenant will be compelled to resign on account of his health." This matter was fully discussed during the next two months; and at the end of that time the young lieutenant was again in condition for duty. 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