Captain Passford, while he recognized the irregularity of his mission, had come into the waters of Mobile Bay with no intention of committing any depredations3 on the persons, property, or vessels4 of the Confederacy. The Bellevite had not fired a shot, or landed a force, in the enemy's country.
Indeed, the owner of the steamer had taken especial pains to conceal6 any appearance of using 235 force on coming into the bay; and all the guns on the deck of the vessel5, that could not be easily lowered into the hold, had been covered up and concealed7. Though Major Pierson had spent some time on board of the Bellevite, he did not know whether or not she was armed. He was no wiser than the owner's brother.
The major went to the lower deck of the Leopard8, where Christy saw him questioning the soldiers there, though he could not hear any thing that was said. Of course he was inquiring for some hand who had steered10 a steamer; but he soon returned alone, and it looked as though he had not found the person he sought.
"It looks like bad weather, Mr. Passford, since you decline to be called captain any longer," said the major, as he came into the pilot-house, and looked at the sky in all directions.
Christy had noticed the weather signs before; and the wind was beginning to pipe up a rather fresh blast, though the sun had been out for an hour or more earlier in the morning. It came from the southward, and it was already knocking up a considerable sea, as it had the range of the whole length of the bay.
236 "I was thinking that we should have a storm before long when I looked at the signs this morning," replied Christy rather indifferently.
"How many men does your father have on board of his steamer, Mr. Passford?" asked the major, in a careless sort of way.
"Not as many, I should say, as you have in Fort Gaines. By the way, how many have you under your command there?" returned Christy with a twinkle of the eye.
"We have two thousand four hundred and twenty-six, including myself," replied the major.
"That is quite a force; my father has only seven hundred and forty-two, without counting me."
"Where do you put them all?"
"We stow them away in the hold, after the manner of packing sardines11 in a box. We only let them out one at a time, when we feed them with salt fish and baked beans."
"That makes a good many men to a gun," suggested the major.
"Lots of them," answered Christy.
"How many guns does the steamer carry?"
"Only two hundred; of course I mean heavy guns,—sixty and eighty-four pounders. I think 237 there must be small arms enough to supply all your men in the fort."
"I was on board of the Bellevite for half an hour or more, and I really did not see a single heavy gun," added the major, biting his lip.
"Didn't you notice the one hundred and twenty pounder in the waist? It is big enough for you to have seen it."
It was plain enough to the young unionist that the major really desired to know something about the force and metal of the Bellevite, and that he was disappointed when he found that the son of the owner was on his guard. No information was to be obtained from him.
"I think you said there was a doctor on board of the steamer," continued Major Pierson, changing the subject of the conversation.
"I went in to see Captain Pecklar when I was below, and I found him in a very bad condition. I am afraid he will die before we can get him to the shore; and he is suffering terribly," added the major, looking earnestly into the face of the young man.
238 "I am sorry for him," replied Christy; and his pity and sympathy were apparent in his face.
He had noticed the captain of the tug13 in the morning, and one of the soldiers had told him he was a Northern man who had come to this region for his health. He appeared to have no scruples14 at doing the duty assigned to him, though he had been only two years at the South. But he seemed to be of no use to either side in the contest, for he was too sick to work any longer.
Christy was filled with pity for the sufferings of the captain of the tug, and he thought the major's questions suggested that something was to be required of him in connection with the sick man. He was willing to do any thing he could for the aid of the captain, if he could do it without sacrificing his principles.
"It was a part of my purpose to obtain assistance from the surgeon of the steamer for poor Pecklar," continued the major. "But you have moored15 us all here by refusing to steer9 the boat, and the captain will die without our being able to do a single thing for him. There is not even a drop of brandy on board of this boat to restore him."
239 "What do you propose to do, Major Pierson?" asked Christy.
"Just now, all I desire is to procure16 assistance for poor Pecklar," replied the major. "But we are as helpless as though we were all babies, for we can't handle the steamer, and cannot run down to the Bellevite. I hope you will not have the death of this poor fellow on your conscience."
"I will not. I will take the Leopard alongside of the Bellevite, if you like," replied Christy; and he regarded this as a mission of humanity which he had no right to decline.
"The steamer has turned about!" shouted one of the soldiers on the forecastle.
Christy had noticed that the Bellevite was coming about before the announcement came from below, for his nautical17 eye enabled him to see her first movement. He did not feel that the service he was about to render would benefit the enemy, on the one hand; and he hoped that his father or some other person on board of the Bellevite would see him in the pilot-house, on the other hand. If he could only let his father know where he was, he felt that he should 240 remove a heavy burden from his mind and that of his sister.
What else might come from getting near to the steamer, he did not venture to consider. But he could not help figuring up the number of soldiers on board of the tug; the force which had captured him and Percy consisted of four men, and two men were with the lieutenant18. Two officers and six men was the available force of the enemy on board of the little steamer, for neither the captain nor the engineer was fit for duty.
"I accept your offer, Captain Passford; and we have no time to spare, or the sick man may die," said the major.
Christy made no reply, but went to the wheel, and rang the bell to go ahead. Heading the Leopard for the Bellevite, he gave himself up to a consideration of the situation. Major Pierson immediately left the pilot-house, and did not return. No stipulations of any kind had been made, and no terms had been imposed upon Christy. All that he desired was that his father should see him, and know where he was.
No one but himself on board could handle the steamer; and he could not be sent out of the 241 pilot-house, or concealed so that he should not be seen. On the other hand, it did not seem to him that the officer could do any thing towards capturing the Bellevite. The major desired to ascertain19 what force she had, and had asked some questions calculated to throw light on the subject.
If the steamer had come into the bay on a peaceful errand, as Christy insisted that she had, the major might easily believe that she was not armed, and that she had only men enough to man her. But Christy could not tell what his captor was thinking about, and he could not yet enlarge his plans for the future; but he was very certain in his own mind, that he should not let pass any opportunity to escape, even at great risk, from his present situation.
As the Leopard went off on her course, considerably20 shaken by the fresh breeze which had stirred up a smart sea, the acting21 captain of the tug saw that all the men who had been on the forecastle had disappeared, with a single exception. The major was not to be seen, and doubtless he was taking care of the sick captain, or arranging his plan for the interview with the 242 people of the Bellevite. In a few minutes more, this last man disappeared, and Percy Pierson took his place on the forecastle.
"So you are a Yank, are you, Mr. Pierson?" said he of that name, looking up to the window at which Christy stood.
"Whatever I am, I am in command of a Confederate steamer," replied Christy, laughing. "What is your brother doing, Mr. Percy?"
"I am sure I don't know: he is only talking to the men," answered the young man, who had evidently been put there to act as a lookout22.
At that moment a voice was heard from farther aft, and Percy went towards the stern of the boat. A few minutes later he ascended23 to the pilot-house. On the sofa abaft24 the wheel was Lieutenant Dallberg, where he had dropped asleep as he finished his report of what he had learned on shore.
"Mr. Dallberg!" shouted Percy; but the lieutenant did not show any signs of life till the messenger had shaken him smartly. "Major Pierson wants you down below."
The officer rubbed his eyes for a moment, and then rose from the sofa, and left the apartment. 243 The summons for the lieutenant made it look to Christy as though something was in progress below. There was only one thing which the major could think of doing; and that was to capture the Bellevite, either by force or by strategy. He would have given a good deal to know what the plan was, but it seemed to him to be quite impossible to leave the wheel.
"How is the sick man, Percy?" asked Christy, when he found that the messenger was not disposed to leave the pilot-house.
"He is a good deal better: they have just given him another glass of brandy," replied Percy.
This statement did not agree with that of the major, who had told him the captain was likely to die, and that there was not a drop of brandy on board of the boat. The commandant of the fort had evidently been acting in the pilot-house with a purpose.
"Didn't your brother order you to stay on the forecastle, Mr. Percy?" asked Christy, when his companion came to the wheel on the opposite side from the helmsman.
"No: he said if I would help him, he would 244 do what he could for me; and he told me to keep a lookout at this end of the tug. I can see ahead better here than I can down below," replied Percy, as he tried to turn the wheel. "I believe I could steer this thing."
"I know you could, Percy. Do you see the Bellevite?"
"Of course I do: I'm not blind."
"She has stopped her screw, and is not going ahead now," added Christy, as he let go the spokes25 of the wheel, and proceeded to instruct his pupil.
A few minutes later, Christy left the pilot-house to take a look below.
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