"My dear Mr. Somers, be prudent. Some of the officers might hear you."
"I don"t care if they all hear me."
"You talk and act like a boy, Somers. I beg you to consider that your neck and mine are in the same noose. If I hang, you hang with me."
Somers groaned, for he could not see where his vindication was to come from.
"You seem to understand your situation, and at the same time you appear to be quite willing to throw yourself into the fire. Let me call your attention to the fact that fire will burn."
"Better burn or hang, than be a traitor."
"Be reasonable, Somers. I do not propose to ask anything of you which will compromise your position in the navy; but I repeat, you are mine."
"I don"t understand you."
"I have told you my secret. You know that I am in the Confederate service; that I have fitted out a vessel to cruise for Yankee ships. I am willing you should know this, for you dare not violate my confidence."
"Perhaps I dare."
"If you do, you are a dead man."
"Will you kill me?"
"If necessary."
"I have usually been able to defend myself," replied Somers, with dignity.
"I am not an a.s.sa.s.sin. A court martial will do all I wish done if you are not prudent and devoted, as you should be. The Confederate oath of allegiance signed by you is good testimony."
"I didn"t sign it. The signature is a forgery."
"My dear fellow, what possible difference does that make? It is well done--is it not?"
"Perhaps it is. Where did you get it?"
"Langdon gave it to me."
"Did he sign my name to it?"
"Possibly; but even grant that I did it myself--what then?"
"You are a greater villain than I ever gave Coles the credit of being."
"Thank you!"
"Where is Langdon now?"
"In New York--where he can be reached if you make it necessary to convene a court martial."
"Is he a naval officer?"
"Yes; he has been a Confederate agent in London for the past two years.
Since the English have become a little particular about letting steamers out for the Confederates, he buys them on this side."
"What do you want of me, Mr.--Pillgrim? if that is your name?"
"That is my name. I don"t want much of you."
"What?"
"I am not ready to tell you until you are in a proper frame of mind. You are rather childish to-night. After you have thought the matter over, you will be a man, and be reasonable. Let me see: Garboard has the forenoon watch to-morrow, and we shall both be off duty after general quarters. If you please, I will meet you at that time."
Somers considered a moment, and a.s.sented to the proposition. Pillgrim bade him good night, and retired to his own state-room, apparently without a fear that his victim would struggle in the trap into which he had fallen.
"And into the counsels of the unG.o.dly enter thou not." This text rang in the mind of Somers, as though some mighty prophet were thundering it into his ears. He felt that he had already plunged deep enough into the pit of treason, and he was anxious to get away from it before he was scorched by the fire, and before the smell of fire clung to his garments.
For half an hour the fourth lieutenant of the Chatauqua sat at his desk, in deep thought. Though in the matter of which he was thinking, he had not sinned against his country, or the moral law, he was sorely troubled. He could not conceal from himself the fact that he was afraid of Pillgrim. The dread of having his name connected with any treasonable transaction was hard to overcome. That oath of allegiance, with his signature forged upon it, haunted him like an evil demon. He felt more timid and fearful than ever before in his life. His faith in Him who doeth all things well, seemed to be momentarily shaken, and he was hardly willing to do justly, and leave the consequences to themselves.
He felt weak, and being conscious of his weakness, he looked upward for strength. Leaning on his desk, he prayed for wisdom to know the right, and for the power to do it. He was in earnest; and though his prayer was not spoken, it moved his soul down to the depths of his spiritual being.
Three bells struck while he was thus engaged. He rose from the desk, and walked up and down the state-room several times. Suddenly he stopped short. A great thought struck him. In an instant it became a great resolution. Before it had time to grow cold, he put on his coat and cap, and went out into the ward-room. Mr. Transit, the master, Mr. Grynbock, the paymaster, and Dr. De Plesion, the surgeon, were there, discussing the antic.i.p.ated attacks on Mobile and Wilmington. Somers felt no interest in the conversation at this time. He went on deck, where he found Captain Cascabel and the first lieutenant, smoking their cigars.
Waiting till the captain went below, he touched his cap to Mr.
Hackleford.
"Mr. Somers?"
"Yes, sir."
"Not turned in, Mr. Somers? You have the mid-watch."
"If you will excuse me, sir, for coming to you at such a time, I wish to have half an hour"s conversation with you."
"With me?" said Mr. Hackleford, apparently much surprised at such a request at such an hour.
"Yes, sir. It is a matter of the utmost consequence, or I would not have mentioned it at this time."
"Very well, Mr. Somers; I am ready to hear you."
"Excuse me, sir; I would rather not introduce the matter on deck."
"Well, come to my state-room."
"To my state-room, if you please, Mr. Hackleford."
"Why not mine?"
"I am afraid the person most deeply concerned will overhear me. His room is next to yours."
"Mr. Pillgrim?" exclaimed the first lieutenant.