After his arm had been bandaged and placed in a sling, Marcy was quite willing to go into the forecastle and lie down in his bunk; and there he stayed until the schooner entered the Neuse River and a tug came alongside to tow her up to the city. This time there were plenty of cheers to welcome her, the first coming from the working parties who were building the fortifications, and the next from the soldiers and loafers who were a.s.sembled upon the wharf to which she was made fast, and who howled themselves hoa.r.s.e when they caught sight of the holes in her sails, her broken bowsprit, and her splintered rail.
"I see that blockade running has its dangers as well as privateering,"
said Beardsley"s agent, as he sprang over the rail and seized the captain"s hand. "The _Hattie_ is cut up pretty badly, but the _Osprey_ was never touched. Been in a fight?"
"Well, no, not much of a fight, because we uns didn"t have nothing to fight with. But the schooner ran through a pretty tol"able heavy fire, I tell you."
It was all over now, and Beardsley could afford to treat the matter with indifference; but Marcy remembered that when that splinter knocked him down, the captain was the worst frightened man in the crew. However, Beardsley was not as badly hurt as he thought he was. When he came to make an examination of his injuries, all he could find was a black and blue spot on one of his shoulders that was about half as large as his hand; but he made more fuss over that than Marcy Gray did over his broken arm.
"Anybody shot?" continued the agent.
"Well, yes; two of us got touched a little, but not enough to growl over. You see it was this-a-way----"
"I suppose I may go ash.o.r.e now and hunt up a surgeon, may I not?" Marcy interposed.
He thought from the way Beardsley settled himself against the rail that he was preparing for a long talk with the agent, and that it would be a good plan to have his own affairs settled before the captain became too deeply interested in his narrative to listen to him. There was little to detain him in Newbern. On the way up the river Beardsley had given him a written leave of absence for ninety days, and a check on the bank for his money; and all he had to do besides presenting that check was to have his arm examined by a surgeon.
"Of course you can go," replied Beardsley. "And if I don"t see you when you come back for your dunnage, don"t forget them little messages I give you for the folks at home, nor them letters; and bear in mind that I want you back as soon as ever you can get well."
Marcy promised to remember it all, and the captain went on to say:
"He"s the bravest lad that ever stepped in shoe leather. When them Yankees sent that sh.e.l.l into us and knocked him and me down and smashed his arm all to flinders, he stood in the bow and piloted us through Crooked Inlet as slick as falling off a log; and there was his arm broken all the while, and hanging by his side as limp as a piece of wet rope. Oh, he"s a good one, and I don"t for the life of me see how I am going to get on without him. I"ve said as much in them letters I wrote to the folks to home."
Under almost any other circ.u.mstances Marcy Gray would have been disgusted; but as it was, he was quite willing that Beardsley should talk about him in this strain as often as he felt like it.
"Perhaps it will help me with those secret enemies at home," he said to himself, as he stepped upon the wharf and forced his way slowly through the crowd, not, however, without being compelled to shake hands with a dozen or more who wanted to know when and where he got hurt and who did it, and all about it. "I should really like to see the inside of the letters the captain gave me to hand to Shelby and the rest. I wonder if he thinks I am foolish enough to open and read them? He"ll not trap me that way; but I wouldn"t trust any letters to him that I didn"t want him to read, I bet you."
Arriving at a drug store which bore the name of a medical man upon one of its doorposts, Marcy entered and asked where he could find somebody to tell him whether or not his broken arm had been properly set and cared for.
"Step right this way, and I will tell you in less than five minutes,"
said the man who stood behind the counter. "How did you break it?"
"I was knocked down," replied Marcy.
"Who knocked you down?"
"A Yankee!"
"Heyday! Bull Run?"
"No, sir; Crooked Inlet."
"Well, I thought you looked like a seafaring man. What vessel do you belong to?"
"The blockade-runner _Hattie._ She used to be the privateer _Osprey._"
"Were you one of the brave fellows who captured the _Mary Hollins_?"
exclaimed the surgeon, giving Marcy a look of admiration. "It was a gallant deed."
"I was there when she was taken," answered the boy, while the doctor was helping him off with his coat. "Do you know what become of her crew?"
"They were paroled and sent North long ago. We didn"t want such folks among us."
"But they are not prisoners of war."
"That doesn"t matter. They had to promise that they would not take up arms against us until they were regularly exchanged; and if they do, and we find it out, they will stand a fine chance of being strung up. You"ve got a pretty good surgeon aboard your ship, and he has made a good job of this. I wonder if I know him. Is he a Newbern man?"
"No, sir; he hails from up toward Plymouth. And he isn"t a doctor, either. He"s the captain."
"Oh, ah!" said the surgeon, who was very much surprised to hear it. "I see, now that I come to look at it closely, that it is not quite as straight as I thought it was. It sticks out a little on this side, and your arm will always be more or less crooked. It is unfortunate that you did not have a surgeon aboard; but we will have to let it go."
"Of course I can"t do duty with one hand," said Marcy, "and so the captain has given me leave to go home for awhile. I can travel on the cars, I suppose?"
"There"s nothing in the world to hinder it," replied the medical man, who seemed on a sudden to have lost all interest in Marcy and his injured arm. "I will do it up again and give you a little medicine, and you will get along all right. It"s a mere trifle."
When Marcy asked what his bill was, he told himself that he made a mistake when he said it was the captain and not a doctor who set his arm, for the surgeon charged him a good round price for his trouble, as well as for the little bottle of tonic he wrapped up for him; and when he went to the telegraph office, the operator who sent off a dispatch to his mother made no distinction between him and a citizen. The dispatch ran as follows:
Arrived from Na.s.sau this morning with a valuable cargo after a running fight with the Yankees. Had two men slightly injured. Will leave for Boydtown by first train.
"After mother reads that she will not be so very much shocked when she sees me with my arm in a sling," was what he told himself as he pa.s.sed the dispatch over to the operator.
"Did you have a tight with one of the blockaders?" asked the latter carelessly. He had become accustomed to the sight of wounded men since the battle of Bull Run was fought, and did not take a second look at Marcy.
"It wasn"t much of a fight, seeing that there was but one shot fired on our side," answered the pilot. "But that one shot was what brought us through. It wasn"t a blockader, either, but a launch; and if you want to see what she did to us, step down to the wharf and take a look at the _Hattie_. One more round of canister would have made a wreck of us."
"And you happened to be one of the two who were wounded, I reckon," said the operator. "Fifty cents, please."
"The last time I sent off a dispatch from here you did not tax me a cent for it," Marcy reminded him. "Is your patriotism on the wane?"
"Not much; but you couldn"t expect us to keep up that thank-ye business forever, could you? How would we run the line if we did? We think as much of the brave boys who are standing between us and Lincoln"s Abolitionists as we ever did; but it takes the hard cash to pay operators and buy poles and wires."
Marcy had no trouble in getting his check cashed, and when he went back to the schooner after his valise and bundles, he had twenty-one hundred dollars in his pocket. But there were seventeen hundred dollars of it that did not belong to him. He was only keeping it until he could have opportunity to return it to the master of the _Mary Hollins._ He found that Captain Beardsley had gone ash.o.r.e with his agent, and as Marcy had already said good-bye to him, it was not necessary that he should waste any valuable time in hunting him up. He took a hasty leave of his shipmates, hired a darkey to carry his luggage to the depot, and was in time to purchase his ticket for a train that was on the point of leaving for Goldsborough. He had hardly settled himself in his seat before he became aware that nearly all the pa.s.sengers in the car were looking at him, and finally one of them came and seated himself by his side.
"You are not in uniform," said the pa.s.senger, "but all the same I take it for granted that it was the Yankees who put your arm in a sling."
"Yes, sir; they did it," answered Marcy.
"Well, now, I want to know if it"s a fact that the Yankees outnumbered us two to one in that fight," continued the man.
"You refer to the battle of Bull Run, I suppose. I don"t know. I wasn"t there, and I don"t hesitate to say that I am glad of it. One howitzer is as much as I care to face. I got this hurt while coming into Crooked Inlet on the schooner _Hattie_. She"s a blockade-runner."
"Oh! well, if there"s going to be a war, as some people seem to think, you blockade-runners will be of quite as much use to the Confederacy as the soldiers. We shall be dependent upon foreign governments for many things that we used to get from the North, and men like you will have to supply us. Was it much of a fight?"
Marcy briefly related the story, and when it was finished the man went back to his old seat; but during the journey the young pilot was obliged to tell more than a score of people that he was not present at the battle of Bull Run, and consequently could not have got his injury there. He kept his ears open all the way, and was gratified to learn that the Confederates had not followed up their victory, that they were not in Washington, and that there was no reason to suppose that they had any intention of going there immediately; and he thought he knew the reason why, when he heard one of the pa.s.sengers say that a few more victories like Bull Run would ruin the Confederacy.
At an early hour the next morning Marcy stepped off the train at Boyd town and found Morris waiting for him. That faithful servitor"s eyes grew to twice their usual dimensions when he saw his young master with his arm in a sling, and without waiting to learn the extent of his injuries, he broke out into loud lamentations, and railed at the Yankees in such a way that the by-standers were led to believe that old Morris was the best kind of a rebel.
"The Missus done tole me two men shot on the _Hattie_ and las" night I dreamed you one of "em," said he.
"Silence!" whispered Marcy angrily; "can"t you see that you are drawing the attention of all the people on the platform by your loud talking? I wasn"t shot, either. Come to the carriage and I will tell you all about it."