After the schooner"s course was changed there was a good deal of suppressed excitement among the crew, for Captain Beardsley was about to take what some of them thought to be a desperate risk. Probably there were no cruisers off Hatteras when that merchant vessel pa.s.sed, but that was all of fifteen or twenty hours ago, and they had had plenty of time to get back to their stations. So a bright lookout was kept by all hands, and Beardsley or one of the mates went aloft every few minutes to take a peep through the gla.s.s. Marcy thought there was good cause for watchfulness and anxiety. In the first place, the Bahama Islands, of which Na.s.sau, in the Island of New Providence, was the princ.i.p.al port, lay off the coast of Florida, and about five hundred miles southeast of Charleston. They must have been at least twice as far from Crooked Inlet, so that Captain Beardsley, by selecting Newbern as his home port, ran twice the risk of falling into the hands of the Federal cruisers that he would if he had decided to run his contraband cargo into Savannah or Charleston.
"It seems to me that the old man ought to have learned wisdom after living for so many years in defiance of the law," thought Marcy, when it came his turn to go aloft and relieve the lookout. "Of course a smuggler has to take his chances with the revenue cutters he is liable to meet along the coast, as well as with the Custom House authorities, and I should think that constant fear of capture would have made him sly and cautious; but it hasn"t."--"Nothing in sight, sir," he said, in answer to an inquiry from the officer who had charge of the deck.
And this was the report that was sent down by every lookout who went aloft during the next four days; and what a time of excitement and suspense that was for Marcy Gray and all the rest of the _Hattie"s_ crew. Perhaps there was not so much danger of being run down at night by some heavy vessel as there would have been a few months before, but Marcy"s nerves thrilled with apprehension when he stood holding fast to the rail during the lonely mid-watch, and the schooner, with the spray dashing wildly about her bows and everything drawing, was running before a strong wind through darkness so black that her flying-jib-boom could not be seen, and there was no light on board except the one in the binnacle.
"I know it"s dangerous and I don"t like it any better than you do,"
Beardsley said to him one night. "But think of the money there is in it, and what a fule you were for not taking out a venture when I gave you the chance. I bought four bales apiece for the mates, and they will pocket the money that you might have had just as well as not."
"But I want to use my seventeen hundred dollars," replied Marcy; and so he did. He still clung to the hope that he might some day have an opportunity to return it to the master of the _Hollins_, and that was the reason he was unwilling to run the risk of losing it.
"Go and tell that to the marines," said Captain Beardsley impatiently.
"They"ll believe anything, but I won"t. You don"t need it; your folks don"t, and I know it. Keep a bright lookout for lights, hold a stiff upper lip, and I will take you safely through."
And so he did. Not only were the Federal war ships accommodating enough to keep out of the way, but the elements were in good humor also. The schooner had a fair wind during the whole of her perilous journey, and in due time it wafted her into the port of Na.s.sau. Although Marcy Gray had never been there before, he had heard and read of New Providence as a barren rock, with scarcely soil enough to produce a few pineapples and oranges, and of Na.s.sau as a place of no consequence whatever so far as commerce was concerned. It boasted a small sponge trade, exported some green turtles and conch-sh.e.l.ls, and was the home of a few fisherman and wreckers; this was all Marcy thought there was of Na.s.sau, and consequently his surprise was great when he found himself looking out upon the wharves of a thriving, bustling little town. The slave-holders"
rebellion, "which brought woe and wretchedness to so many of our States, was the wind that blew prosperity to Na.s.sau." When President Lincoln"s proclamation, announcing the blockade of all the Confederate ports was issued, Na.s.sau took on an air of business and importance, and at once became the favorite resort of vessels engaged in contraband trade. There were Northern men there too, and Northern vessels as well; for, to quote from the historian, "The Yankee, in obedience to his instincts of traffic, scented the prey from afar, and went there to turn an honest penny by a.s.sisting the Confederates to run the blockade." The supplies which the Confederates had always purchased in the North, and of which they already began to stand in need, were shipped from Europe in neutral vessels; and being consigned to a neutral port (for Na.s.sau belonged to England), they were in no danger of being captured by our war ships during the long voyage across the Atlantic. It was when these supplies were taken from the wharves and placed in the holds of vessels like the _Hattie_ that the trouble began, and men like Captain Beardsley ran all the risk and reaped the lion"s share of the profits. Almost the first thing that drew Marcy"s attention was the sight of a Union and Confederate flag floating within a few rods of each other.
"What"s the meaning of that?" he asked of Beardsley, as soon as he found opportunity to speak to him. "We don"t own this town, do we?"
"No; but we"ve got a Consulate here," was the reply. "I don"t know"s I understand just what that means, but it"s some sort of an officer that our government has sent here to look out for our interests. If a man wants to go from here to our country, he must go to that Consulate and get a pa.s.s before any blockade-runner will take him. Now don"t you wish you had took my advice and brought out a venture?"
"It"s too late to think of that now," answered Marcy. "And your own profits are not safe yet. It must be all of a thousand miles from here to Newbern, and perhaps we"ll not have as good luck going as we did coming. I am to have a hundred dollars to spend here, am I not?"
"Course. That"s what I promised before you and the rest signed articles.
I"ll give it to you the minute this cotton is got ash.o.r.e and paid for.
What you going to do with it?"
"I thought I would invest it in medicine."
"Your head"s level. You couldn"t make bigger money on anything else."
"And as it is my own money and the captain of the _Hollins_ has no interest in it, I shall feel quite at liberty to spend it as I choose,"
soliloquized Marcy, as the captain turned away to meet the representative of the English house to which his cargo of cotton was consigned. "Besides, I must keep up appearances, or I"ll get into trouble."
"Turn to, all hands, and get off the hatches," shouted one of the mates.
"Lively now, for the sooner we start back the sooner we"ll get there."
Marcy did not know whether or not he was included in this order addressed to "all hands," but as the officer looked hard at him he concluded he was. At any rate he was willing to work, if for no other purpose than to keep him from thinking. Somehow he did not like to have his mind dwell upon the homeward run.
CHAPTER VI.
RUNNING THE BLOCKADE.
The gang of "longsh.o.r.emen, which was quickly sent on board the _Hattie_ by the Englishman to whom we referred in the last chapter, worked to such good purpose that in just forty-eight hours from the time her lines were made fast to the wharf, the blockade-runner was ready for her return trip. Meanwhile Marcy Gray and the rest of the crew had little to do but roam about the town, spending their money and mingling with the citizens, the most of whom were as good Confederates as could have been found anywhere in the Southern States. Marcy afterward told his mother that if there were any Union people on the island they lived in the American Consulate, from whose roof floated the Stars and Stripes. Marcy was both astonished and shocked to find that nearly every one with whom he conversed believed that the Union was already a thing of the past, and that the rebellious States never could be whipped. One day he spoke to Beardsley about it, while the latter was pacing his quarter-deck smoking his after-dinner cigar.
"If those English sailors I was talking with a little while ago are so very anxious to see the Union destroyed, I don"t see why they don"t ship under the Confederate flag," said he. "But what has England got against the United States, anyway?"
"Man alive, she"s got everything against "em," replied the captain, in a surprised tone. "Didn"t they lick old England twice, and ain"t the Yankee flag the only one to which a British army ever surrendered?
You"re mighty right. She"d be glad to see the old Union busted into a million pieces; but she"s too big a coward to come out and help us open and above board, and so she"s helping on the sly. I wish the Yankees would do something to madden her, but they"re too sharp. They have give up the _Herald_--the brig I was telling you about that sailed from Wilmington just before you came back from your furlong. She was a Britisher, yon know, and a warship took her prisoner; but the courts allowed that Wilmington wasn"t blockaded at all, except on paper, and ordered her to be released. I only wish the Yankees had had the pluck to hold fast to her."
Marcy"s thoughts had often reverted to the capture of the brig _Herald_ and to Captain Beardsley"s expressed wish that the act might lead to an open rupture between the United States and England, and he was glad to learn that there was to be no trouble on that score. But England could not long keep her meddlesome fingers out of our pie. She did all she dared to aid the Confederacy, and when the war was ended, had the fun of handing over a good many millions of dollars to pay for the American vessels that British built and British armed steamers had destroyed upon the high seas.
"I saw you bring aboard some little bundles a while ago," continued Beardsley. "What was in "em?"
"One of them contained two woolen dresses I bought for mother, and in the others there was nothing but medicine," said Marcy. "Woolen goods will be worth money by and by."
"Oh, yes; they"ll run up a little. Things always do in war times. The money them medicines cost, you will be able to turn over about three times when we get back to Newbern. You"ll clear about three hundred dollars, when you might just as well have made five thousand, if you"d took my advice and put in your seventeen hundred, as I wanted you to do."
Marcy made no rely, for he had grown weary of telling the captain that he intended to use that money for another purpose.
During the two days they remained in port two large steamers came in, and on the way out they pa.s.sed as many more, both of which showed the English colors when Marcy, in obedience to Beardsley"s orders, ran the Confederate emblem up to the _Hattie"s_ peak.
"Everything that"s aboard them ships is meant for us," said Captain Beardsley. "I know it, because there never was no such steamers sailing into this port before the war. Them fellows over the water are sending in goods faster"n we can take "em out. Go aloft, Marcy, and holler the minute you see anything that looks like a sail or a smoke."
When the pilot had been discharged and the schooner filled away for home, her crew settled down to business again, and every man became alert and watchful. Those dreadful night runs on the way down Marcy always thought of with a shiver, and now he had to go through with them again; and one would surely have ended his career as a blockade-runner, for a while at least, had it not been for the credulity or stupidity of a Union naval captain. This particular night, for a wonder, was clear; the stars shone brightly, and Marcy Gray, who sat on the cross trees with the night-gla.s.s in his hand, had been instructed to use extra vigilance. There was a heavy ground swell on, showing that there had recently been a blow somewhere, and the schooner had just breeze enough to give her steerage way, with nothing to spare. Marcy was thinking of home, and wondering how much longer it would be necessary for him to lead this double life, when he saw something that called him back to earth again. He took a short look at it through his gla.s.s, and then said, in tones just loud enough to reach the ears of those below:
"On deck, there."
"Ay, ay!" came the answer. "What"s to do?"
"Lights straight ahead, sir."
"Throw a tarpaulin over that binnacle," commanded Beardsley; and a moment later Marcy saw him coming up. He gave the gla.s.s into his hands and moved aside so that the captain could find a place to stand on the crosstrees. Either the latter"s eyes were sharper than Marcy"s, or else he took time to make a more critical examination of the approaching vessel, for presently he hailed the deck in low but excited tones.
"I"m afraid we"re in for it, Morgan," said he. "I do for a fact. Tumble up here and see what you think of her. I can make out that she is a heavy steamer," he added, as Marcy moved to the other side of the mast, and the mate came up and stood beside the captain, "and if she can"t make us out, too, every soul aboard of her must be blind. Our white canvas must show a long ways in this bright starlight. What is she?"
"I give it up," replied the mate.
"She is coming straight for us, ain"t she?"
"Looks like it. Suppose you change the course a few points and then we can tell for a certainty."
Captain Beardsley thought this a suggestion worth acting upon. He sent down the necessary orders to the second mate, who had been left in charge of the deck, and in a few minutes the schooner was standing off on the other tack, and rolling fearfully as she took the ground swell almost broadside on. Then there came an interval of anxiety and suspense, during which Marcy Gray strained his eyes until he saw a dozen lights dancing before them instead of two, as there ought to have been, and at last Captain Beardsley"s worst fears were confirmed. The relative position of the red and green lights ahead slowly changed until they were almost in line with each other, and Marcy was sailor enough to know what that meant. The steamer had caught sight of the _Hattie_, was keeping watch of her, and had altered her course to intercept her. Marcy began to tremble.
"I know how a prison looks when viewed from the outside," he said to himself. "And unless something turns up in our favor, it will not be many days before I shall know how one looks on the inside."
It was plain that his two companions were troubled by the same gloomy thoughts, for he heard Beardsley say, in a husky voice:
"She ain"t holding a course for nowhere, neither for the Indies nor the Cape; she shifted her wheel when we did, and that proves that she"s a Yankee cruiser and nothing else. See any signs of a freshening anywhere?"
"Nary freshening," replied the mate, with a hasty glance around the horizon. "There ain"t a cloud as big as your fist in sight."
Of course Beardsley used some heavy words--he always did when things did not go to suit him--and then he said, as if he were almost on the point of crying with vexation:
"It"s too bad for them cowardly Yankees to come pirating around here just at this time when we"ve got a big fortune in our hands. Them goods we"ve got below is worth a cool hundred thousand dollars in Newbern, if they"re worth anything, and my commission will be somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty-five per cent.; dog-gone it all. Can"t we do nothing to give her the slip? You ain"t fitten to be a mate if you can"t give a word of advice in a case like this."
"And if I wanted to be sa.s.sy I might say that you ain"t fit to command a ship if you can"t get her out of trouble when you get her into it. There can"t no advice be given that I can see, unless it be to chuck the cargo over the side. I reckon that would be my way if I was master of the _Hattie._