“UHUSUMAQ FHL ANY AOUV IV A Cerner CASTLEMON'S WAR SERIES. MARCY THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER BY HARRY CASTLEMON, AUTHOR OF “‘GUNBOAT SERIES,’’ ““ROCKY MOUNTAIN SERIES,” “SPORTSMAN’S CLUB SERIES,” ETC., ETC. Four Illustrations by Geo, G. White. PHILADELPHIA: PORTER & COATES, Copyricnrt, 1891, BY PORTER & COATES. CONTENTS. MARCY HAS A VISITOR, HIDING THE FLAGS, BEARDSLEY BETRAYS HIMSELF, TWO NARROW ESCAPES, : A CAT WITHOUT CLAWs, RUNNING THE BLOCKADE, THE MATE’S LUCKY sHOT, A NOISE AT THE WINDOW, THE “SUMTER” LOSES A PRIZE, A COOL PROPOSITION, THE BANNER ON THE WALL, CONFLICTING REPORTS, UNION OR CONFEDERATE—wWHicn ? 5 JULIUS IN TROUBLE, THE ENCHANTED LOOKING-GLASS, OFF FOR THE FLEET, AN UNEXPECTED MEETING, CONCLUSION »° . . MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER, CHAPTER I. MARCY HAS A VISITOR. eee boys who have read the first volume of this series of books, in which we fol- lowed the fortunes of our Union hero, Marcy Gray, and described the persevering but Unsuccessful efforts he made to be true to his colors in deed as well as in spirit, will remember that we left him at his home near Nashville, North Carolina, enjoying a brief respite from the work he so heartily detested, that of privateering. He had made one voyage in the Osprey under Captain Beardsley, during which he assisted in captur- ing the schooner Mary Hollins, bound from Havana to Boston with an assorted cargo. When the prize was brought into the port of Newbern the whole town went wild with’ ex- 1 2 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. citement, Captain Beardsley’s agent being so highly elated that he urged the master of the Osprey to run out at once and try his luck again,. before the capture of the Hollins be- came known at the North. But Beardsley, who was afraid to trust landsharks any farther than he could see them, declared with a good deal of earnestness that he would not budge an inch until the legality of the capture had been settled by the courts, the vessel and cargo sold, and the dollars that be- longed to him and his crew were planked down in their two hands, Knowing that it would take time to go through all these formalities, Marcy Gray asked fora leave of absence, which Beardsley granted according to promise, and in less than half an hour after the Osprey was hauled alongside the wharf, her disgusted young pilot, wishing from the bottom of his heart that she might sink out of sight before he ever saw her again, left her and went home as fast as the cars could take him. When we last saw him he had reached his mother’s house, and wag reading a letter from his cousin, Rodney, the Partisan, a portion of MARCY HAS A VISITOR. 3 which we gave to the reader at the close of the first volume of this series. *“Rodney is full of enthusiasm, isn’t he?” exclaimed Marcy, when he had finished read- ing the letter. ‘He says he looks for ‘high old times’ running the Yankees out of Mis- souri, but Iam afraid he’ll not enjoy them as much as he thinks he will. Perhaps the Yan- kees are not good runners. But Rodney has been true to his colors and I have not. I said Inever would fight against the Union, but I have stood by and seen a gun fired at the old flag; and I have no doubt that the skipper of the Hollins, when he saw me aboard the priva- teer, took me for as good a rebel as there was in the crew. Perhaps he will see his mistake some day. Ishall have to accept my share of the prize money, for if I don’t Beardsley’s Suspicions will be aroused ; but Pll put it away and send it to the master of the Hollins the first good chance I get. Has Wat Gifford been here since I went to sea? You know he warned me of two secret enemies I would h ave to look out for, and hinted that he would some day tell me who the rest are.” [‘* But I think 4 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER,. I know already,” added Marcy mentally.] While he was at sea he had had ample leisure to think over the situation, and had made up his mind that he knew right where the most serious danger that threatened him and his mother was coming from. f ‘*Walter has been here,’ replied Mrs. Gray, ‘‘and I understand that he has since gone back to the army, his furlough, which was a short one, having expired. I was glad to see Walter, for it was a very great relief to visit with some one to whom I knew I could talk freely ; but I must say he left a very un- pleasant impression on my mind. He told me, in so many words, that we are suspected of being traitors at heart, and that there are but few of our neighbors we can trust.” ‘““And who are they?” inquired Marcy. ‘‘ When we know who our friends are, it will be no trouble for us to pick out our ene- mies.”’ “T asked Walter that very question, and after some hesitation he was obliged to con- fess that he could not name a single person. There are some who denounce secession in the MAROY HAS A VISITOR. 5 very strongest terms, but that doesn’t prove anything, for Walter has often done the same thing himself, and he is a rebel soldier,?’ said Mrs. Gray sadly.‘ Only think of it, Marcy! To not one of the many who were our warm friends in times past, can we go for advice and sympathy, now that trouble is coming upon us. Is it not dreadful?” ““Who cares for advice or sympathy?” exclaimed the boy wrathfully. ‘We've got each other and Jack to go to when the pinch comes, and outsiders can just mind their Own business and live to themselves, and let us do the same. Traitors! That word doesn’t apply to us, mother.” “T know it doesn’t ; but for all that I am afraid that the ‘outsiders,’ ag you call them, will not let us live to ourselves. Young Gif- ford almost ag good as told me that some of our near neighbors intend to keep themselves posted in regard to our movements.’ “‘The—the impudence of the thing!”’ ex- claimed the young pilot, pounding his knees with his clenched hands. ‘‘ Who's going to keep them posted? Where do they expect 6 MAROY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. to get their information 2 Through the oyer- seer?” “Through the overseer,”” whispered Mrs. Gray, in reply. “Are you afraid to speak the words out loud?” cried Marcy, who had seldom been so excited as he was at that moment. ‘Great Moses! Have things come to such a pass that we dare not talk in our ordinary tones in our own house, but must carry on our conversa- tion in whispers ?”? “T was in hopes that my letters would pre- pare you for something like this,” said his mother slowly, “Well, they didn’t. of course I knew I should find things changed, but I never thought we should be spied upon in our own house,” answered Marcy. “Traitors, are we, when we haven’t done the first thing to deserve the name! But is there no way in which that villain Hanson can be got rid of ?” “There is but one way that occurs to me now,”’ was the reply. ‘‘ When his contract expires we can tell him that we do not intend to employ an overseer any longer,” MARCY HAS A VISITOR. & “And that will be almost a year from now,” groaned Marey. “How can we live for go many months, knowing all the while that our every movement is watched , and that some one is constantly trying to ¢ atch every word we say? I don’t believe T can stand it. Did Gif. ford say anything about——» Marcy paused, got upon his feet, and Opened quickly, but silently, one after another, all the doors that led from the room in which he and his mother were sitting. There were no eaves- droppers among the servants yet, but that was no sign that there wouldn’t be some to-morrow or next day. An overseer who was left as much to himself as Hanson was, held great power in hig hands; and some negro ser are as open to bribery ag g are. Having made sure th listening at the door, Close to his mother’s again. vants ome white people at there was no one Marcy drew his chair side before he spoke “Did Gifford say anything about the mon- ey—the thirty thousand dollars in gold you have hidden in the cellar wall?” he asked, in suppressed tones. MAROY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. “He did, and it troubles me more than any- thing else he said during his Visit,’ réplied Mrs. Gray, glancing nervously around the Toom, as if she feared that there might be a listener concealed behind some of the chairs or under the sofa. ‘In spite of my utmost care, that matter, which I hoped to keep from the knowledge of even the most faithful among the servants, has become known, [ cannot account for it. It fairly unnerves me to think of it, for it suggests a most alarming possibil- ity.” ‘Did Gifford say, in so many words, that you were known to have money in the house ?”? “He did not. He said it was suspected.” ‘And what is the alarming Possibility you just spoke of 2” continued Marcy. “Why, I am afraid that there is some trusted person nearer to me than the overseer is—some one right here in the house who has been watching me day and night,” answered his mother, shivering all over and drawing nearer to her sturdy son, as if for protection. “You don’t know how it makes me feel, or MARCY HAS A VISITOR. 9 how keenly I have suffered since young Gif- ford’s visit.” ‘I wish he had stopped away,”’ said Marcy, almost fiercely. “T don’t,” replied his mother. ‘‘ He meant it for the best, and wouldn’t have told me a word if I had not insisted. You must not blame Walter. It is best that I should under- stand the situation ; and Marcy, you know You would not have told me a word of all this if Gifford had told it to you.”’ ‘Perhaps he did say something to me about it,” answered the boy, with an air which said that his mother had not been telling him any- thing he did not know before. “‘‘ But Ihave been more careful of your feelings than Gifford was.”’ “And did you mean to leave me all in the dark and utterly ignorant of the perils that Surround us ?”’ said Mrs. Gray reproachfully. ** Do you think that would have been just to me? Don’t imagine, because you are my pro- tector and the only one I have to depend on while Jack is at sea, that you have all the courage there is between us. T know you 10 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER, would shield me entirely if you could, but it is impossible; and you must let me bear my part. I shall have to whether you consent or not. But you haven’t yet told me where you have been, how you captured that vessel, what the captain said about it, or—or anything,” she added, with a feeble attempt to bring the boy’s usual smile back to his face. ‘‘Remem- ber, Iam deeply interested in all that you do.” “Well, you wouldn’t be if you had seen the cowardly work I helped Beardsley carry out,’ replied Marcy. ‘In the first place, Crooked Inlet is buoyed in such a way that the stranger who tries to go through it will run his vessel so hard and fast aground that she will be likely to stay there until the waves make an end of her, or the shifting sands of the bar bury her out of sight.” “That's murderous,” exclaimed Mrs. Gray, witha shudder. <« Is to turn wrecker 2”? ““He means to wreck any war vessel that may give chase to his schooner,”’ _answered Marcy. ‘“‘If we are pursued, Ican take the Osprey through all right ; but if the man-of. Captain Beardsley about MAROY HAS A VISITOR. 11 war attempts to follow us, and allows herself to be guided by the buoys, she’ll stick. Oh, © it’s lovely business—a brave and honorable busi- ness,’ exclaimed the boy, running his hands through his hair and tumbling it up as he used to do at school when he found anything in hig books that was too hard for him. ‘T have the profoundest contempt for the villain who brought me into it, and despise myself for yielding to him.”? Rut, Marcy, what else could you have done? Gifford assured me it w course open to you; and that by shipping .as pilot on board that privateer you have some- what allayed Suspicion,’? “Mother,” said Marcy, pl around her neck her ear, “@ as the only acing his arm and whispering the words in aptain Beardsley doesn’t need a pilot any more than he needs some one to com- mand his piratical craft. I suspected as much all the while, and the minute we got up to Crooked Inlet I knew it. Hecan tell you more about the coast in five minutes than I could in an hour.’? “Of course, a trader——” began Mrs. Gray. ¥ 12 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. ‘* Mother,” repeated Marcy, ‘‘Lon Beards- ley is not and never has been a trader. , He’s a smuggler between this country and Cuba. He says himself that.he never made a voyage far- ther away from home than the West Indies. He knows every inch of the coast like a book.”’ “Then what does he want of you?” inquired Mrs. Gray, with a look of surprise. “* Why can he not permit you -to Stay at home in peace, as he knows I want you todo? Do you still think he wants to test your loyalty to the South 2” “That’s just what he is up to,” replied Marcy. ‘He came here in the hope that I would refuse his offer, so that he would have an excuse for getting me into trouble.” Yes, that was one object Captain Beardsley had in view when he proposed to make Marcy Gray pilot of the privateer, but there was an- other behind it, and one that was much nearer to the smuggler’s heart. Ag Marcy had told his friend Wat Gifford, on the day the two held that confidential conversation in front of the Nashville post-office, Beardsley wanted to marry Mrs. Gray’s plantation ; and when MARCY HAS A VISITOR. 13 he found that he must give up all hope in that direction, like the poor apology for a man that he was, he hit upon a plan for taking vengeance upon Marcy’s mother, If she proved against her or her property, for he knew that if he did his . neighbors would quickly interest themselves in the matter; but if she would only refuse to permit Marcy to ship on board the pri- vateer, then he would have a clear field for his operations. He could accuse Marcy’s mother of being a Yankee sympathizer, and that would turn the whole settlement against her at once, because she was already sus- pected of Union Sentiments, and some of her nearest neighbors were go certain that she was loyal to the old flag and Opposed to Secession, that they thought it their duty to cease visiting her. It would be no trouble at all, Beardsley thought, to arouse public feeling against her; but unfortunately for the success of his plans, Mrs. Gray did not refuse her consent; the boy took the posi- 14 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. tion offered him on the Osprey, made one voyage at sea, and did his duty as faithfully as any other member of the crew. “I know Beardsley wanted to find out where I stood,” repeated Marcy. ‘He ex- pected and hoped that I would -refuse to ac- cept his proposition so that he would have - an excuse for persecuting us; but being dis- appointed there, he intends to work in an- other direction. He means to make trouble on account of the money you have in the cellar.” ‘But what business—what right has he with it?’ said Mrs. Gray indignantly. “It’s ours.” “I know it, and we’re going to keep it; but if Beardsley can make sure that you went to Richmond, Wilmington, and New- ‘bern for money—and I think you will find that he looks to Hanson, the overseer, to furnish him with the proof, and bring a gang of longshoremen up here from Ply- mouth some dark night——” “Oh, Marcy!” cried Mrs. Gray, starting from her chair and clasping her hands in alarm, ‘‘don’t speak of it!” MARCY HAS A VISITOR. 15 my heart you of it,” said sort is going to happen, and go do I. Wat didn’t say so, but I am sure that is what he would have told me if he had found me at home when he came here. You knew there was danger in every one of those gold pieces you brought home with you; else why did you take so much pains to put them where you thought no one would be likely to fina them 2”? “Tt is true I did know it, that if the news got tlement, some ‘of our p and was afraid abroad in the set- oor neighbors might It crime,’ answered Mrs. ad so large an ence troubles mos Steatly:: but: 1 erewos dreamed th at we had anything to fe an organized band of freebooters,’? ““And the fear of wh if he finds out that th ar from at Beardsley will do, © money is really in @ 16 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. the house, is what troubles me,”? said the young pilot dolefully. ‘That man is capa- ble of any desperate deed when he thinks he has the power on his side. I know you never thought of such a thing at the time, but your trips about the country, which Wat Gifford says could not have been made without an object of some sort, have excited a good deal of talk among the neighbors. Cap- tain Beardsley posted Hanson, and Hanson, so Wat told me, is more to be feared than any one else, for he is right here on the place. These secret enemies will drive us both crazy.” “We'll not give them the satisfaction of knowing that they can trouble us in the least,” replied his mother, with dignity. ‘* Now we will dismiss them entirely from our minds, while you tell me all the interesting things that happened during your cruise.” “There isn’t a thing to tell,”? was Marcy’s answer. ‘‘ We sighted the Hollins inside Dia- mond Shoals, threw a couple of shrapnel at her and she came to ; that’s all there was of it. Her skipper was a sailorman all over, and plucky, too; and if he had had anything to ea esteem nan MARCY HAS A VISITOR. 17 have made things lively I never before felt so sorry for any- I did for him; but of course I didn’t have a chance to tell him go. meet him under different circu When the boy said this h believe that such a thing ever body as I may some day e did not really could occur, but pilot again stood r of the Mary Hol- prisoner pleading with Cap- at his men might not be 8, but Standing free on the an armed vessel, with a hun- 8 Teady to do his bidding, and face to face with the maste tins, no longer a tain Beardsley th ironed like felon quarter-deck of dred blue-jacket g” so quickly that he ; what his name was. How long does your le tend?” Pause. : ave of absence ex- inquired Mrs. Gray, after a little 18 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. ‘Until I am ordered to report,’ replied Marcy, with a laugh. ‘‘ Perhaps the captain didn’t know I wrote it out that way, but that isn’t my fault. It was his business to read the paper before signing it. If he wants me he will have tosend forme. You ought to have heard that Newbern mob whoop and yell when the crew of the Hollins were marched off to jail. They called them ‘ Abolitionists’ and ‘nigger-lovers’ ; but the prisoners kept their eyes straight to the front, and marched on as though they didn’t hear a word of it. It was a shame to treat brave men that way.” Just as the young pilot ceased speaking there was a gentle knock at the door; and so sudden and unexpected was it, that it brought both him and his mother to their feet in a twinkling. How long had the person who gave that knock been within reach of the door, was the first thought that arose.in the mind of each. Had some one crept along the hall and listened at the key-hole in the hope of hearing some of their conversation ? “Tf that is the case,’? Marcy whispered to his mother, ‘‘she has had her trouble for her MARCY HAS A VISITOR. 19 We haven’t said could have been heard ‘Come in!? » The door opened to ous female house ser that there w admit one of the numer- vants, who announced private and particular b ** She Marcy, w looks innocent enough,”’ > ho could not bring as his mother evidently did bd thought himself to believe, ate 1a! reporting Porting the result of their observations to the overseer 26 5 don’t think word, and. she a anything.’ : ? was looking at him as i understand that She kn business was, and her hands, he said, aloud: “ Wh tleman, and do you know wh that is so ver ew what the visitor’s desired him to take it off at he’s got to say VA Y important and particular 2”? “I don’t know Te ee had whopped the Yankees first ryin’, same ag our fellers done dow Charleston.” Se (73 ava Jp? 1 5 hee. es 8, ge replied Marcy, Seating himself : é epositing his feet on the railing 5 indicate that he was ric friend Kelsey as if to quite at the service of his seen ee long as the latter wanted to oO him. We whipped them and paid do the same thing again.” Ess And tl e nothing but ‘the truth,” he added, to nine When an armed vessel meets one th armed, the helpless one ig bo every time.’ ] It is hard to tell the boy to say at’s not und to go under just what Kelse : y expe in response to Eo Marcy spoke and acted as if he wer i ; es delighted with the success that had 2 a ed the Osprey’ s first cruise at sea, and Proud of being able to 8 i ay that h her crew, ee (74 *. You sent in word th at you desire my mother on you desired to see very particular business,’ con- 24 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. tinued Marcy. ‘‘She doesn’t feel like seeing anybody to-day—upset by the war news, you know—and Iam here to speak for her. It’s nothing bad, I hope ?”’ _ Kelsey straightened up on his seat and assumed a business air, as if these words had suggested an idea to him. ‘Yes, it?s kinder bad,”’ said he. ‘‘ We uns know that you are true blue, fur if you wasn’t you wouldn’t be on that privateer ; an’ if your maw wasn’t true blue, she wouldn’t a let you go.” [‘‘ That sounds exactly like Beardsley,” said Marcy, to himself.] ‘‘ Well, what of it? Didn’t I do my duty faithfully ?” “Tain’t sayin’ nothing agin that,’’ replied the man hastily. ‘‘ But—you’re fur Jeff Davis, ain’t you ?”’ Instead of answering in words, Marcy pulled down the corner of his right eye and looked at Kelsey as if to ask him if he saw anything green in it. ‘“ What do ye mean by them movements ?”’ demanded the visitor. ‘‘T-mean that I am not going to talk politics MARCY HAS A VISITOR. 25 with you,” was the reply. ‘* This settlement is full of traitors, and I’m going to hold my tongue unless I know who I am talking to. If Ido that, I shan’t get into trouble by speaking too freely in the hearing of a Yankee spy.” **But look a-here, Mister Marcy,” rotested Kelsey. ae eB 3 : If you came to pry into our private affairs, you might as well jump on your mule home, for you'll not get a word from oug and go me. [ ht to put the dogs on you, for if all I hear is true you're the worst kind of a tr [‘‘And so you are,’ thought M watching the effect of his words did not seem to be doing so ; to the old flag.’’] The visitor w aitor.”’ arcy, closely » although he ““you’re a traitor as astonished beyond measure, and 2 was fully a minute before he could col: lect his wits sufficiently to frame a reply CHAPTER. II. HIDING THE FLAGS. “TY THINK I have taken the right course,” soliloquized the young pilot, who men- tally congratulated himself on the ease with which he had ‘‘got to windward” of this sneaking spy. ‘‘If I fight him with his own weapons I shall probably get more out of him than I could in any other way.” ‘You heared that I was a traitor?” ex- claimed Kelsey, as soon as he could speak. ‘Mister Marcy, the man who told you that told you a plumb lie, kase I ain’t. I whooped her up fur ole Car’liny when she went out, I done the same when our gov’ner grabbed the forts along the coast, an’ I yelled fit to split when our folks licked ’em at Charleston. Any man in the settlement or in Nashville will tell ye that them words of mine is nothing but the gospel truth.”’ Marcy knew well enough that his visitor’s 26 HIDING THE FLAGS. 27 words were true, but he shook his head ina doubting way, as he replied : “That may all be; but Z didn’t hear you whoop and yell, and you must not expect me to take your word for it. You must brine o>) Some proof before I will talk to you.”’ “Why, how in sense could ye hear me Whoop an’? yell, seein’ that you was away to school in the first place, an’ off on the ocean with Beardsley in the next ?”’ exclaimed Kel- Sey. “Ask Dillon, an’ Colonel Shelby, an’ the postmaster, am’ see if the don’t say it? the truth.” : ee “You have mentioned the names of some of our most Tespected citizens,” said Mare slowly, as if he were stil] reluctant to be ae vinced of the man’s sincerity, « And if the or any of them, sent you up i to my mother—why, then, I ten to you ; but mind you, if play a game on me——_ ‘* Mister Marcy,” you are trying to = said Kelsey solemnly, “I aln’ t in’ tryin to come no game. Them men done it sure’s you’re born.” ‘Did what 2?” 28 MAROY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. *“Sent me up here this mawnin’.”’ “‘That’?s one point gained, but won’t mother be frightened when she hears of it ?’’ thought Marcy, leaning his elbows on his knees aed covering his face with his hands so that his visitor could not see it. ‘‘Some of the pest men in the country have so far forgotten their manhood, and the friendship they once had for our family, that they can send this gee ing fellow here to worm something out of as *‘T don’t believe a word of it,’? he cried, jumping to his feet and confronting his visi- tor. ‘*' Ye—ye don’t believe it ?”’ faltered Kelsey, springing up in his turn. ‘‘ Wolly tee a0ks a-here, Mister Marcy, mebbe this is something else you don’t believe. Them men whose names I jest give you, say that you anevoon maw an’ all the rest of the Gray family is Union. What do ye say to that?” **T say that they had better attend to oe own business and let, me attend to mine, answered Marcy. ‘‘ Are Colonel Shelby and the rest of them for the Union ?”’ ‘Not much ; an’ nuther be I.”’ HIDING THE FLAGS. 29 ‘Are you in favor of secession 2”? “‘T reckon,”? replied Kelsey earnestly ; and Marcy knew all the while that he could not have told what the word secession meant, “Then why don’t you prove it—you and Colonel Shelby, and the rest of the neighbors who are saying things behind my back that they don’t care to Say to my face? Why don’t you prove your loyalty to the South by shouldering a musket and going into the army ?”? “Why, we uns has got famblie fur,”? exclaimed the visitor, had this matter brought before. Ss to look out who had never squarely home to him “That makes no difference,” boy, who wondered if Kelsey’s fareany worse while he was in they did now, while he w answered the family would the army than as out of it. st show his good will And there’s that loud- » Who went out of his © post-office just before Nashville is full of such brag- When they can’t find anything x4 s a man in this country mu in one way or another, mouthed fellow Allison way to insult me in th I went to sea, Sarts as he is, 30 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. else to talk about they talk about me; and I have smelt powder while they haven't.” [“ No odds if it was our own powder and the wind blew the smoke into my face,” he said to himself. ] By this time Marcy had the satisfaction of seeing that he had taken the wind completely out of Kelsey’s sails, and that the man who had come there to trouble him was troubled himself. He even began to fear that he had gone too far, and that if he did not change his tactics the visitor would go away without giv- ing a hint of the errand that had brought him to the house; for Kelsey picked up the hat he had placed upon the floor beside his chair, put it on his head and leaned forward with his hands on his knees, as if he were about to get upon-his feet. That wouldn’t do at all. There was something in the wind— something that Captain Beardsley, aided by Colonel Shelby and others, had studied up on purpose to get Marcy into a scrape of some kind, and Marey was very anxious to know what it was. “You hinted a while ago that Colonel HIDING THE FLAGS. 31 Shelby had sent you here to tell me some bad news,” said the young pilot, in a much pleas- anter tone of voice than he had thus far used in addressing his visitor, ‘Are you ready now to obey orders and tell me what it is?” “Well, I dunno. I reckon mebbe I'd best ride down an’ gee the colonel first,’ replied ane man. But his actions said plainly that he did know, and that he had no intention of fac- Ing his employer again until he could tell him ee his instructions had been carried out. ‘Of course, you must do as you think best about that > but if it; i 8 anything that con my mother or myself——_” oa “*T should say so,”’ don’t reckon it?]] do anyh ain’t there anybody to ji portant an’ private.” ‘T think youma but in order to finished the sent aimed Kelsey, arm to tell you—but Sten? It’s very im- y Speak with perfect freedom: make sure of it” : Marcy ence by getting up and closing 32 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. ‘“Mebbe you don’t know it,”’ se in a whisper which was so loud and piercing that it could have been heard by an eavesdropper (if there had been one) at least fifty feet away, “but you are harboring a traitor right here on the place.” : “Who is it?” “‘'Your mean sneak of an overseer.’’ It was now Marcy’s turn to be Sone He knew that there was not a word of truth in what the man said, and that if the overseer really was a Union man the planters sae about would have sent a person of more influ- ence and better social standing than Kelsey to tell him of it; but after all the plot was not as simple as it looked at first glance. ‘‘ Where’s your proof?” was the first ques- tion he asked. ‘Well, Hanson has been talkin’ a heap to them he thought to be Union, but it turned out that they wasn’t. They was true to the flag of the ’Federacy.”’ ‘“What do Colonel Shelby and the rest want me to do?”’ inquired Marcy, ee al an idea that just then flashed through his mind. HIDING THE FLAGS. 33 “Tf they will write me a of the case and son, I will atte down.”’ note stating the facts asking me to discharge Han- nd to it before the sun goes “Well, you see the hand in the furse at many Union folks j Kelsey, quarters, up.” y don’t keer to take a all, seein’ that there’s so n the settlement,” said ‘They’ ve got nice houses an’ nigger aw they don’t want ’em burned “But they are willing that I trouble by discharging H in the way of having my house and quarters destroyed, are they?” exclaimed the boy, his face growing red with indignation, although, as he afterward told his mother, there was’ t really anything to arouse his indignation, “You may tell those gentlemen that if they want the overseer run off the plantation, they can come here and do it. If the Union men are as vindictive as Colonel Shelby seems to think they are, I don’t care to get them down on me,’ should get into anson, and put myself ‘But the Union folks w uns,”’ said Kelsey, Speaking 8 on’t pester you before he thought. 34 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. “Ah! Why won’t they?” “‘Kase—kase they think you’re one of ; ” em. ‘‘T don’t see how they can think so when they know that I belong to a Confederate pri- vateer.”’ ‘*Them men, whose names I give ye a min- ute ago, thought that mebbe you'd be willing to turn Hanson loose when you heared how he had been swingin’ his tongue about that there money.”’ Kelsey had come to the point at last. He looked hard at Marcy to see what effect the words would have upon him, and Marcy re- turned his gaze with an impassive countenance, although he felt his heart sinking within him. “What money ?”’ he demanded, in so steady a voice that the visitor was fairly staggered. The latter believed that there was rich booty hidden somewhere about that old house, and he hoped in time to have the handling of some of it. ‘*T mean the money your maw got when she went to Richmow an’ around,” replied the man, who, in coon hunters’ parlance, began to HIDING THE FLAGS. 35 wonder if he wasn’t ce aley oe barking up the wrong “Can you prove that sh back with her?” “No, I can’t,” e brought any money ae answered Kelsey, in a tone Sald as plainly as words that he wished he co Bp ed I—me~—I mean that Suspicion it,’? ee >} = aa Oh, that 8 it. Let those officions neighbors . p on talking ; and when they have talked emselveg blind, you may tell them, for me that w oe hat money we have is safe,” said Mare i 1a good deal of emphasis on tl] - If you want to see w from the city, go ¢ Every one of them the neighbors le adjective. hat mother brought back ee and tell me the b ting impatient to hear it.” ‘‘ Heavings an’ ye already 122 think it is b ad new ; vs. I’m get- ‘arth! Haven't T told it to Kelsey almost Shouted. “T] ad enough when you an’ maw are in’, ri keepin’, right here on the plants the time waitin? an’ watchin’ ae ance to do harm to both of ye ont think so, all right. 36 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. HIDING THE FLAGS. 37 6c Pe ae Oh; Marcy, 1t is just what I was afr replied Mrs. Gray. it this time 2” comin’ here, an’ I reckon I'd best be lumberin’. If anything happens to ye, bear in mind that I give ye fair warnin’.”’ “‘T will,?? answered Marcy. ‘‘And in the mean time do you bear in mind that I am ready to discharge Hanson at any time Colonel Shelby aid of,” ; : ‘Who is at the bottom of ce The same old rascal, Lon Beardsley ; but e a backing I don’t like. There’s Colonel 1elby for one, the postmaster for another, and ? proves to my satisfaction that he is a danger- ous man to have around ; but I shall make no move unless the colonel says so, for I don’t want to get into trouble with my neighbors.” [‘*I wonder if I have done the right thing,” thought Marcy, as the visitor mounted his mule and rode out of the yard. ‘‘The next plotter I hear from will be Hanson himself.’’ | The boy remained motionless in his chair until Kelsey disappeared behind the trees that pordered the road, and then got up and walked into the sitting-room, where he found his mother pacing the floor. Her anxiety and her impatience to learn what it was that brought Kelsey to the house were so over- powering that she could not sit still. - * Another plot to ruin us,” whispered the boy, as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. Major Dillon for a third.” cmp : : ae most influential men in the neighbor Cc oO p ; : = a; gasped Mrs. Gray, sinking into the arest chair. ‘And the best.”’ : They used to be the best thing but that now. low as they h but they are any- When men will stoop as av e, they are mean enough for anything. I gy : ppose you ought to hear that fellow said to me, but I E aoe can tell it to you.” “Go on,”’ bravely. don’t know how I said hi i d his mother, trying to bear up (a4 I must hear every word.’ Marcy knew th that his mother g regarding the plo and th at it was right and necessary hould be kept fully informed ts that were laid acai ald against them at she should know what tl wer inki i e thinking and Saying about he were kept in ignor how to le planters r; for if she ance, she would be at a loss - oe act and speak in a sudden emergency 38 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. She might be surprised into saying something in the presence of a secret enemy that would be utterly ruinous. So he drew a chair to her side and told her everything that had passed between Kelsey and himself. He did not try to smooth it over, but repeated the conversation word for word ; and when he came to the end, his mother was as much in the dark as Marcy was himself. She said she couldn’t under- stand it. ‘“ There are but two things about it that are plain to me,’ answered Marcy, “ perhaps three. One is that the house is watched by somebody, and that the neighbors knew I was at home almost as soon as you knew it yourself. Another is that the suspicions aroused in the minds of some of our watchful neighbors are so strong that they amount to positive conviction. They are as certain that there is money in this house as they would be if they had caught you in the act of hiding it.’ ‘‘Doesn’t that prove that the overseer is not the only spy there is on the place?” said Mrs. Gray. ‘‘ And I was so careful.’’ “‘T never will believe that anybody watched HIDING TIE FLAGS. 39 you at night,” said Marey quickly. ‘The neighbors sg aw you when you went away and came back.,’’ “But d brought goods w allay their suspicions,”? ‘*T am really afraid you didn’t succeed. The other thing I know is, that you need not think yourself safe out of Captain Beardsley’ s reach even when he isatsea. AsT said before ‘ b] he has friends ashore to work is absent,” “What can we do? What do you advise?” asked his mother, after sh think the matter over. ith me on purpose to for him while he e had taken time to ‘There is but one thing we can do, and that i to wait ag patiently as we can and see what 18 going to happen next. This last plot is not fully developed yet, and until it is we must not make a move in any direction. Iamasim- ~ patient as you are, and so I think I will ride Out to the field and give the overseer a chance to say a word if he feels in the humor for it.” ‘Be very cautious, Marcy,’’ said Mrs. Gray. The young pilot replied that sleeping or waking he was always on the alert, and went ENT CE EN EAE R 3 | = = 40 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER, out to the little log stable, which did duty as a barn, to saddle his horse. A long lane led through the negro quarter to the field in which the hands were putting in the time in clearing out fence corners and burning brush, while waiting for the early crops to get high enough for hoeing. The overseer’s mule was hitched to the fence, and the overseer himself sat on a convenient stump, watching the hands at their work, and whittling the little switch that served him for a riding-whip. The man‘was almost a stranger to Marcy. The latter had seen and spoken to him a few times since his return from Barrington, but of course he did not like him, for he could not forget that his mother was afraid of him, and would be glad to see him leave the place. He liked him still less two minutes later, for, as he drew rein beside the overseer’s perch, threw his right leg over the horn of his saddle and nodded to the man, the latter said, first looking around to make sure that none of the blacks were within hearing: “‘T was sorry to see that man ride away from the big house a while ago.” “What man ?” inquired Marcy. Helookea HIDING THE FLAGS. 41 Over his shoulder and saw that the front of the house was entirely concealed from view, and that the road that ran before it was shut out from sight by the trees and the whitewashed Negro quarter. It followed then, asa matter of Course, that Hanson could not have seen any- body ride away from the house. He was deep €nough in the plot to know that if mother and Son had not had a visitor, they ought to have had one. “I suspicioned it was that shiftless, do- Nothing chap, Kelsey,’ replied the overseer. “Looked sorter like his mu-el.” “Oh, yes; Kelsey has been up to see us,” answered Marcy. And then hé tapped his boot with his whip and waited to see what was Coming next. If the overseer wanted to talk, he might talk all he pleased ; but Marcy was Tesolved that he would not -help him along. Hanson twisted about on the stump, cleared his throat once or twice, and, seeing that the boy Was not disposed to break the silence, said, as if he were almost afraid to broach the sub- ject : ‘Have much of anything to talk about?” ne area a ORES *‘ Mention my name 2?” “Yes. He mentioned yours and Shelby’s and Dillon’s and the postmaster’s.”’ ‘Say anything bad about us?” continued the overseer, after waiting in vain for the boy to go on and repeat the conversation he had held with Kelsey. “Not so very bad,”’ answered M up and down the long fence to work was progressing. arcy, looking see how the ‘Look a-here, Mister Marcy,” said Hanson desperately. ‘Kelsey told you I was Union, didn’t he? Come now, be honest.’ “Tf by being honest you mean being truthful, I want to tell you that I am never any other way,’ said the boy emphatically. ‘What object could I have in denying it? I don't care a cent what your politics are so long as you mind your own business, and don’t try to cram your-ideas down my throat. But Ill not allow myself to be led into a discussion. Kelsey did say that you are Union; and if you are,.I don’t see why you stay in HIDING THE FLAGS. 43 this country. You can’t get out any too quick.’ “Are you going to discharge me 2?” “No, Iam not; and I sent word to Shelby and the rest that if they want you run off the place, they can come up here and do it. I Shall have no hand in it.” Marcy could read the overseer’s face a great deal better than the overseer could read Mar- Cy’s; and it would have been clear to a third Party that Hanson was disappointed, and that there was something he wanted to say and was afraid to speak about. That was the money that was supposed to be concealed in the house. ‘““Was that all Kelsey said to you?’ he asked, at length. “Oh, no. He rattled on about various things —spoke of the ease with which the Osprey captured that Yankee schooner, and let fall a Word or two about the battle in Charleston harbor.” “Ts that all he said to you?” “T believe he said something about being a S00d Confederate, and I asked him why he didn’t prove it by shouldering a musket. I = pre et Coe ern aaa pL ee 44 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. don’t go about boasting of the great things I would do if I were only there. There's no need of it, for Ihave been there.’ [‘‘ But it was because I couldn’t help myself,’? he added mentally. | ‘* But folks say you're Union, all the same,” said Hanson. ‘““What folks? Are they soldiers ?”? ‘““No. Citizens.”’ “Then I don’t care that what they say,” replied Marcy, snapping his fingers in the air. “When they put uniforms on and show by their actions that they mean business, I will talk to them, and not before.” Marcy waited patiently for the overseer to say “money,” and the latter waited impa- tiently for Marcy to say it; and when at last the boy made up his mind that he had heard all he cared to hear from Hanson, he brought his leg down from the horn of his saddle, placed his foot in the stirrup, and gathered up the reins as if he were about to ride away. “Kelsey didn’t say nothing to get you and your maw down on me, did he?” inquired Hanson, when he observed these movements, HIDING THE FLAGS. 45 *“‘T shouldn’t like for to lose my place just because I am strong for the Union and dead against secession.’’ ‘Tf you lose your place on that account, itll be because Colonel Shelby and his friends will have it 8o,’? answered Marcy. ‘‘ You are hired to do an overseer’s work; and as long as you attend to that and nothing else, you will have no trouble with me. You may de- pend upon that.” 5 ‘“‘But before you go I’d like to know, pine- plank, whether you are friendly to me or not,”’ continued Hanson, who was obliged to confess to himself that he had not learned the first thing, during the interview, that could be used against Marcy or his mother. “Tam a friend to you in this way,’’ was the answer. ‘If I found you out there in the woods cold and hungry, and hiding from sol- diers who were trying to make a prisoner of you, I would feed and. warm you; and I Wouldn’t care whether you had a gray jacket or a blue coat on.” ‘‘He’s a trifle the cutest chap I've run across in many a long day,’’? muttered the overseer, 46 MAROY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER, as Marcy turned his filly about and rode away. ‘I couldn’t make him tell whether he was Union or secesh, although I give him all the chance in the world, and he didn’t say “money” a single time. Now, what’s to be done? If the money is there and Beardsley is bound to have it, he’d best be doing something before that sailor gets back, for they say he’s lightning and will fight at the drop of the hat. Treckon I'd better make some excuse to ride over town so’t I can see Colonel Shelby.” “T think I have laid that little scheme most effectually,” was what Marcy Gray said to himself as he rode away from the stump on which the overseer was sitting. ‘They haven’t got a thing out of me, and I have left the mat- ter in their own hands. If there is anything done toward getting Hanson away from this country (and I wish to goodness there might be), Shelby and his hypocritical gang can have the fun of doing it, and shoulder all the re- sponsibility afterward.’ But what was the object of the plot? That was what ‘banged ”’ Marcy, and he told his mother so after he had given her a minute de- HIDING THE FLAGS. 47 Scription of his brief interview with the over- Seer. Was it possible that there were some Strong Union men in the neighborhood, and that Beardsley hoped Marcy would incur their enmity by discharging Hanson on account of his alleged principles? Marcy knew better than to believe that, and so did his mother. “Pl tell you what I think to be the most Teasonable view of the case,’ said the boy, after taking a few turns across the floor and Spending some minutes in a brown study. e Beardsley knows there is no man in the fam- ily; that we'd be only too glad to have some- body to go to for advice; and he hoped we Would take that ignorant Hanson for a coun- Selor, if he could make us believe that he was really Union. But Hanson didn’t fool me, for he didn’t go at it in the right way. He’s Secesh all over. The next thing on the pro- Stam will be something else.” ““T trust it will not be a midnight visit from *mob,”’ said his mother, who trembled at the bare thought of such a thing. “So dol; but if they come, we’ll see what they will make by it. They might burn the 48 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. house without finding anything to reward them for their trouble.’? “Oh, Marcy. You surely don’t think they would do anything so barbarous.” “They might. Think of what that Commit- tee of Safety did at Barrington.” “But what would we do ???- “Live in the quarter, as Elder Bowen and the other Union men in Barrington did after their houses were destroyed. And if they burned the servants’ homes as well as our own, we'd throw up a shelter of some sort in the woods. I don’t reckon that Julius and I have forgotten how to handle axes and build log cabins. The practice we have had in building turkey traps would stand—— Say,” whispered Marcy suddenly, at the same time putting his arm around his mother’s neck and speaking the words close to her ear, “if a mob should come here to-night and go over the house, we’d be ruined. There are those Union flags, you know.”’ ““T never once thought of them,” was the frightened answer, “Suppose I had had a mob for visitors while you were at sea? Our HIDING THE FLAGS. 49 home would be in ashes now. Those flags are dangerous things, and must be disposed of without loss of time. Iam sorry you brought them home with you. Don’t you think you had better destroy them while you have them in mind ?”? ‘Of course I will do it if you say so, and think it will make you feel any safer; but I was intending—you see-——’’ His countenance fell, and his mother was Quick to notice it. ‘‘ What did you intend to do with them?” she asked. “One of them used to float over the academy,” replied Marcy. ‘‘ Dick Graham, a Missouri boy, than whom a better fellow never lived, stole it out of the colonel’s room one night because he did not want to see it insulted and destroyed, as it would have beenif Rodney and his friends could have got their hands Upon it. He gave it to me because he knew it Would some day be something to feel proud Over, and said he hoped to hear that it had been run up again.”’ “But, Marcy, you dare not hoist it here,” ©xclaimed Mrs. Gray. 4 50 MAROY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. “‘ Not now; but there may come a time when I shall dare do it. The other flag—well, the other was made by a Union girl in Barrington, who had to work on it by stealth, because her sister, and every other member of her family except her father, were the worst kind of secesh. Rodney thought sure he was going to put the Stars and Bars on the tower when the Union colors were stolen, but our fellows got mine up first, and would have kept it there if they had had to fight to do it. But Pl put them in the stove if you think best.” ‘“*'You need not do anything of the kind,” said Mrs. Gray, whose patriotism had been awakened by the simple narrative. ‘I shall not permit a party of beardless boys to show more loyalty than I am willing to show my- self.” “Bully for you, mother!” cried Marcy. “We'll see both of them in the air before many months more have passed over our heads. Now, think of some good hiding place for them, and I'll put them there right away. Not in the ground, you know, for if the Union troops should ever come marching through HIDING THE FLAGS. 51 here, we should want to get them out in a hurry.” “How would it do'to sew them up in a bed- quilt?” said Mrs. Gray, suggesting the first “good hiding place”? that came into her mind. “That’s the very spot,’ replied Marcy. “Put them in one of mine, and then I shall have the old flag over me every night.” No time was lost in carrying out this decis- ion, and in a few minutes mother and son were locked in the boy’s room, and busy stitching the precious pieces of bunting into one of the Quilts. It never occurred to them to ask what they would do or how they would feel if some half-clad, shivering rebel should find his way into the room and walk off with that quilt without so much as saying “by your leave.” Probably they never dreamed that the soldiers of the Confederacy would be reduced to such Straits, CHAPTER IIL BEARDSLEY BETRAYS HIMSELF. EVER before had the hours hung as heavily upon Marcy Gray’s hands as they did at the period of which we write. There was literally nothing he could do—at least that he wanted to do. He did not care to read anything except the newspapers, and they came only once a day; he had never learned how to lounge around and let the hours drag themselves away; he very soon grew weary of sailing about the sound in the fairy Belle with the boy Julius for a com- panion ; and so he spent a little of his time in visiting among the neighboring planters, and a good deal more in “ pottering”’ among his mother’s flower beds. Visiting was the hardest work he had ever done; but he knew he couldn’t shirk it without exciting talk, and there was talk enough about him in the settle- ment already. 52 BEARDSLEY BETRAYS HIMSELF. 53 To a stranger it would have looked as though he had nothing to complain of. He was cor- dially received wherever he went, often heard himself spoken of as ‘‘one of our brave boys”’ (although what he had done that was so very brave Marcy himself could not understand), and visitors at Mrs. Gray’s house were as numerous as they ever had been; but Marcy and his mother were people who could not be €asily deceived by such a show of friendship. Some of it, as they afterward learned, was Senuine ; while the rest was assumed for the Purpose of leading them on to ‘declare’ themselves. It was a mean: thing for neigh- bors to be guilty of, but you must remember that, like Rodney Gray when he wrote that mischievous letter to Bud Goble, they did not Know all the time what they were doing. Of Course the high-spirited Marcy grew restive under such treatment ; and when, after long Waiting, the postmaster handed him a letter from Captain Beardsley, ordering him to re- Port on board the Osprey without loss of time, he did not feel as badly over it as he once thought he should. On the contrary, he ap- 54 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. peared to be very jubilant when he showed the letter to Allison and half loafing around the post-office at mail time. “Tm off to sea again,” said he. “Now the Yankees had better look out.’ “Tt must be an enjoyable life, Marcy,” re- plied Allison. ‘You see any amount of fun and excitement, draw big prize-money in addi- tion to your regular wages, and, better than all, yourun no sort of risk. It m ay surprise you over in my mind a good deal of late, and have come to the conclusion that T should enjoy being one of a privateer’s crew. What do you think about it 2” “Tam not acquainted with a single fellow who would enjoy it more,’? answered Marcy, who told himself that Allison was just coward enough to engage in some such disreputable business. ‘* You are just the lad for it. It is such fun to bring a swift vessel to and haul down the old flag in the face of men who are powerless to defend it,” Sharp as Marcy Gray was, his strong love for a score of other young rebels who were always to be found - ix BEARDSLEY BETRAYS HIMSELF. 55 the Union and his intense hatred for the busi- ness in which he was perforce engaged, some- times led him to come dangerously near to betraying himself. Allison looked sharply at him, but there was nothing in Marcy’s face to indicate that he did not mean every word he Said. “Tam heartily glad I am going to sea again,” continued the latter; and he told nothing but the truth. The companionship of the ignorant foreigners who composed the Ospreys crew was more to his liking than daily intercourse with pretended friends who were constantly watching for a chance to get him into sone “Do you think I could get on with Captain Beardsley ¢”? inquired Allison. “You might. The crew was full when I left the schooner, but Iwill speak to the captain, if you would like to have me.” “T really wish you would, for Iam anxious to do something for the glorious cause of South- ern independence. When do you sail ?”’ “T don’t know. About all the captain says in his letter is that he wants me to report imme- diately.” 56 MARCY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER, “Does he say whether or not the Hollins has been sold yet?” “Oh, yes; he speaks of that, and congratu- lates me on the fact that I have eight hundred and seventy-five dollars more to my credit on the schooner’s books than I did when I left her at Newbern.”’ “W-h-e-w!” whistled Allison, « How long did it take you to make the capture 2”? ‘‘ Four or five hours, I should say.” ‘Hight hundred and seventy-five dollars for four or five hours’ work! Marcy, you have struck a gold mine. You will be as rich as Julius Ceesar in less than a year.”’ “How long do you suppose Uncle Sam will allow such—such work to be kept up?” ex- claimed Marcy. “Oh, no doubt he would be glad to stop it now if he could; but when he tries it, he will find that he’s got the hardest job on his hands he ever undertook. There never was a better place for carrying on such business than the waters of North Carolina. Our little inlets are too shallow to float a heavy man-of-war.”’ “No matter how big the job may be, you will BEARDSLEY BETRAYS. HIMSELF. 57 find that these small-fry privateers”’ (it was right on the end of Marcy’s tongue to say “‘pi- Tates”’) “will be swept from the face of the farth in less than a year; so that I shall have no chance to get rich. But I'll have to be Soing, for I must start for Newbern this very night. | Suppose you will all be in the army by the time I get back, so good-by.”’ Allison and his friends shook hands with him, wished him another successful voyage, and Marcy mounted and rode away, his filly Never breaking her lope until she turned through the gate into the yard, and drew up before the steps that led to the porch. His Mother met him at the door and knew as soon 48 she looked at him that he had news for her. “Yes, DPve got orders from Beardsley,” Said the boy, without waiting to be questioned. “And if J ack were only here, and I was about to engage in some honorable business, I should be glad to go. Mother, on the day we captured the follins we robbed somebody of fifty-six thousand dollars.” Oh, Marcy, is it not dreadful!?’ said Mrs. Gray, 58 MAROY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER. “It is, for a fact. We're havingabully time now, but the day will come when we’ll have to settle with the fiddler. You will see. ‘Yes, the vessel and her cargo sold for fifty-six thou- sand dollars. Half of it went to the govern- ment, and half of the remainder was divided among the three officers, Beardsley getting the lion’s share, I bet you. The sixteen members of the crew get an equal share of the other fourteen thousand, the difference in rank be- tween the petty officers and foremast hands being so slight that Beardsley did not think it worth while to give one more than another ; but he hints that he has got something laid by for me.”’ ““My son, it will burn your fingers,” said Mrs. Gray. “T can’t help it if it does. I'll have to take all he offers me, but, of course, I don’t expect to keep it. Now, mother, please help me get off. The longer I fool around home the harder it will be to make a start.” Marcy wanted to caution his mother to look out for Hanson while he was gone; but he did not do it, for he well knew that she had enough BEARDSLEY BETRAYS HIMSELF. 59 to trouble her already, and that the mention of the overseer’s name would awaken all her old fears of spies and organized bands of rob- bers. He sent word to Morris, the coachman, to have the carriage brought to the door, loitered about doing nothing while his mother Packed his valise, and in twenty minutes more Was on his way to Newbern, which he reached Without any mishap, not forgetting, however,* to send a telegram on from Boydtown inform- ing Beardsley that his orders had been re- Ceived, and that the pilot was on his way to join the Osprey. “And I wish I might find her sunk at her dock, and so badly smashed that she never could be raised and repaired,’’ was what he thought every time he looked out of the car window and ran his eyes over the crowds of excited People that were gathered upon the platforms of all the depots they ‘passed. ‘But, after all, what difference does it make? If I don’t 0° to sea I shall have.to live among secret ene- Mies, and I don’t know but one thing is about 48 bad as the other. If any poor mortal ever lived this way before, I am sorry for him.” 60 MAROY, THE BLOCKADE-RUNNER, Although Marcy was almost a stranger in Newbern, he had no difficulty in finding his vessel when he got out of the cars. He walked straight to her, and while he was yet half a block away, the sight of her masts told him that she was still on top of the water. She would soon be ready to sail, too, for her crew were rushing her stores aboard, while Captain ‘ Beardsley walked his quarter-deck smoking a cigar and looking on. His face seemed to say that he was a little surprised to see his pilot ; but if he was he did not show it in his greet- ing. “Well, there, you did come back, didn’t you ?”’ said he, extending his hand. ‘Of course I came back,”’ replied Marcy. <‘ What else did you expect me todo? I was on the road in less than two hours after your order came to hand.” “That's prompt and businesslike,’’ said the captain approvingly. ‘But I didn’t look for you to appear quite so soon. How’s everybody to home ?” “AIl right as far as I could see; and Allison wants to join your crew.”? 61 BEARDSLEY BETRAYS HIMSELF. “The idea!”? exclaimed Captain Sete “Well, he can just stay where he is for a a me, hollering for the Confederacy ang ae never a thing to help us gain our gear at ence. His place is in the army, and I wen have no haymakers aboard of me. See any Union folks while you was to home ?”’ . “