Part 16 (2/2)

”My nephew!” exclaimed Colonel Pa.s.sford, as he recognized Christy, and extended his hand to him.

”I am very glad to see you, Uncle Homer, though I am sorry to meet you under present circ.u.mstances,” replied the nephew, taking the offered hand. ”I hope you are very well, sir.”

”Not very well, Christy; and I am not likely to improve in health in a Yankee prison,” answered the colonel with a very sickly smile.

”Probably my father will be able to obtain a parole for you, and he will be extremely glad to have you with him at Bonnydale,” added Christy.

”The last time I met you, Christy, you looked upon me as a non-combatant, released me, and sent me on sh.o.r.e.”

”I am not sure that I did wisely at that time.”

”I was not taken in arms; and I could hardly be regarded as a prisoner of war.”

”But you were engaged in the Confederate service, Uncle Homer, for you were s.h.i.+pping cotton for the benefit of the cause.”

”But I was merely a pa.s.senger on board of the Dornoch.”

”Yet you are a Confederate commissioner, seeking a pa.s.sage in some vessel bound to England, for the purpose of purchasing steamers to serve in your navy,” added Christy with considerable energy, and without thinking that he was in danger of compromising himself and his companion in the visit to the Bermudas.

Colonel Pa.s.sford stopped short, and gazed into the face of his nephew.

He appeared to be utterly confounded by the statement, though he did not deny the truth of it.

”Without admitting the truth of what you say, Christy, I desire to ask upon what your statement is founded,” said the commissioner, after some hesitation.

”As you are on one side in this great conflict, and I am on the other, you must excuse me for not answering your question,” replied Christy very promptly, and declining to commit himself any farther.

”It is very sad to have our family divided so that we should be enemies, however friendly we may be personally,” added Colonel Pa.s.sford in a tone that indicated his profound grief and sorrow.

”I know how useless it is for us to discuss the question, Uncle Homer, for I am sure you are as honest in your views as my father is in his.”

”I have no desire to argue the question; but I believe the North will come to its senses in good time--when the gra.s.s grows in the streets of New York, if not before.”

”You will have an opportunity to see for yourself, Uncle Homer, that New York was never so busy, never so prosperous, as at the present time; and the same may be truthfully said of all the cities of the North,” replied Christy with spirit.

”Sail, ho!” shouted the lookout forward.

An hour later the sail was reported to be a steamer, bound to the westward, and her streak of black smoke indicated that she was English.

She was low in the water, had two smoke-stacks, and presented a very rakish appearance. She was a vessel of not more than eight hundred tons, and her build was quite peculiar. It was evident that she was a very fast steamer. But she seemed to have no suspicions in regard to the character of the Chateaugay.

Christy left his uncle, and went to the ward room, where he found Mr.

Gilfleur in his stateroom. He desired the advice of the Frenchman before he said anything to the captain in regard to the approaching sail.

Together they had looked over all the steamers in the harbor of St.

George's, and those on board of them were not disposed to conceal the fact that they were to run the blockade as soon as they could get over to the coast of the United States.

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