"No! I did not! I have not seen you before now this evening," protested Christy.
"Then I have lost my senses. Didn"t you tell me to get up steam, because the steamer would be moved to the navy yard before daylight in the morning?" demanded Sampson, bewildered by the denial of the young man.
"I see now," added Christy. "You mistook Corny for me."
Sampson gave him all the details of the visit of the strangers.
CHAPTER VII
MIDSHIPMAN CHRISTY Pa.s.sFORD
"In a word, Sampson, an attempt will be made to-night to capture the Bellevite, and you have been getting up steam for the conspirators,"
said Christy, when the ship-keeper had finished his narrative of the visit of the trio to the ship.
"Is that so?" exclaimed Sampson, opening his mouth and his eyes very wide at the same time. "Why, I had no more doubt that the young man who was talking to me was Christy than I have that he is talking to me now."
"You had better look at me again, and be sure that you make no mistake,"
replied Christy, rather disgusted at the failure of the man to identify him.
"I never once thought that it was not you. When the sailboat came alongside, I knew it was the Florence, and I supposed you were in her,"
pleaded Sampson. "But I spoke to you, as I supposed, when the boat came alongside."
"Did you? What did you say?" asked Christy.
"I said "Is that you, Christy?" And you said "Yes.""
"Of course I did! What else could I say after you had told the enemy just how to proceed. You could not have expected any other answer."
"I suppose I was very stupid; but I hope no harm has been done, for they have not got the steamer yet," added Sampson, very much disconcerted at the blunder he had made, though an older officer than Christy might have had more charity for the ship-keeper.
Seen in broad daylight, there was no striking resemblance between Corny and Christy, though they were of about the same size, and had some traits in common. As Corny and his companions came in the Florence, it was not very strange that Sampson should take it for granted that Christy was one of the evening visitors. The voices of the two cousins were not unlike, and the sound was all he had to guide his judgment.
Then he was not in the enemy"s country, and he could hardly have been on the lookout for an enemy several miles up the river.
"Certainly no harm has been done, Sampson; but it is yet to be decided whether or not the Bellevite is to go into the navy of the United States or the navy of the Confederate States," added Christy, leaving the engine-room.
"If we have snuffed the whole thing, I don"t believe this steamer will ever wear anything but the Stars and Stripes," said Sampson stoutly; and there could be no doubt in regard to his loyalty, judging from his speech, though that is not always to be trusted in time of war.
"Bellevite, ahoy!" shouted some one at the foot of the accommodation steps.
"Have they come again so soon?" asked Sampson, as he rushed to the rail.
"It is only a small canoe."
"Is Christy on board?" called the visitor alongside.
"That is Mr. Vapoor: tell him I am on board," added Christy.
"Christy is on board, sir," replied Sampson to the hail. "Will you come on board, sir?"
Paul Vapoor would and did come on board, and Christy gave him a hearty welcome, for he was more glad to see him than he had ever been before in his life.
"Where have you been all day and all the evening, Christy?" asked the engineer. "Your mother and sister are very much worried about you, for they have not seen you for a long time, and they fear that something has happened to you."
"Something is likely to happen to me and all the rest of us who expect to go to sea in this steamer," replied Christy, as he proceeded to inform his friend as briefly as he could of the great event of the evening.
"Well, if we are not in the enemy"s country, the enemy are in ours,"
replied Paul. "What is to be done?"
"That is what I have been thinking of. I listened very attentively to all that pa.s.sed between Major Pierson and Captain Carboneer, and I am satisfied that the latter has a considerable force somewhere on the river, and their headquarters are at the mouth of a creek five miles down the river."
"How many have they?" asked the engineer.
"I don"t know; they did not mention the number in figures, but they have enough to work the ship, and even to fight her," replied Christy, very seriously.
"That means forty or fifty, at least," added Paul. "This looks like a heavy matter, and it is quite time that something was done about it."
"But what shall we do is the question," said Christy anxiously. "We have two men on board beside ourselves, and we can hardly expect to hold our own against fifty."
"Who is this Captain Carboneer?"
"I saw him at Na.s.sau, and he looked like a man of decision and character. I don"t know anything about him, but I have no doubt he is a naval officer, both from the circ.u.mstances and from what I heard.
I should say that he knows what he is about. You said that my father has not yet returned from the city?"
"He had not come at ten o"clock, and if he comes at all, the late train does not arrive till after twelve."
"It may be too late to do anything at that time," said Christy. "But I don"t mean to give up the ship."
"Good! I am with you on that point, Christy. I called at your house to inform you that you had been appointed a midshipman in the navy, and you are likely to have a chance to christen your commission to-night. This was all the rank they could give you, though you will really be a pa.s.sed midshipman, and be a master very soon."
Christy was delighted with this news, though he had no time to make a demonstration of delight over it. He had narrowly escaped being the third officer of the Bellevite the year before, because his father did not believe in putting him forward as fast as his abilities would have warranted him in doing. Captain Breaker and Paul Vapoor had made the application for a position in the navy; for his father would not do it, for the reason that he did not wish to ask any favors for a member of his own family.
"I thank you and Captain Breaker for all you have done for me, Paul, and I hope I shall be able to give a good account of myself. But we have no time to talk about that now. Captain Carboneer was waiting for a steamer which his naval a.s.sociate, Lieutenant Haslett, was to charter or buy for the use of the party," said Christy, as he led the way to the forward deck of the steamer.
He and the engineer mounted the top-gallant forecastle, and looked intently down the river. The tide was coming in, so that the vessel, in coming up to her cable, pointed in that direction. But they could see nothing, not a craft of any description. Then Christy led the way to the long gun mounted amidships. He sighted across the piece, and, in a moment more, his mind seemed to have settled on the policy to be pursued in the present dangerous emergency. Perhaps the capture of a steamer under such circ.u.mstances was a thing unheard of at that time, but doubtless it looked simple enough to those who were engaged in the enterprise.
"Do you think of engaging the enemy at long range, Christy?" asked Paul, with a smile on his fine face, as seen by the light of the lantern which Sampson had brought to the place.
"I think of beating them off in any way we can," replied the middy, as his friends all called him from that time. "I have the gun pointing to a certain object on the river, which Captain Carboneer"s steamer must pa.s.s. He can"t help putting his craft where the muzzle of this piece will cover it; and if we pull the lock-string at that instant, the shot will knock his steamer all to pieces, and spill the conspirators into the river."
"If you hit her," suggested Paul.
"You can"t very well help hitting her. Just squint along that gun, and see where the shot will bring up."
Paul complied with this request, and took a long look over the great gun.
"I should say that it was pointed a little too high," said he.