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"Are you there, Mr. Folkner?" called Lonley, as soon as the prisoners were secured, speaking now in an energetic tone, as he had not before. "I am here," replied a man who seemed to be in a boat not far from the spot. "You have kept me a long time waiting for you!" "I wanted to give the Yankee boats time to get at least a mile from the Teaser before anything was done.
In the face of this decided gain, Christy felt that he had no right to complain. By this time the light of day had begun to have some effect on the darkness and fog, though the gloom seemed to be hardly less. Lonley directed his two prisoners to walk side by side behind the wounded lieutenant, while he and Levick took their places in the rear.
"I was sure there was fighting going on over there," added Christy. "You seem to be all alone, Mr. Lonley. Where are all your men?" "I told you before you came ashore that I had sent them all over to the place where they had left their bags, about a mile to the eastward of us. I suppose Captain Folkner has sent the boats over there for them before this time?"
Still Lonley did not recognize his voice, and he took especial pains that he should not. But this state of things could not long continue. If the Unionist went into the cabin where there was a light, he could not help betraying himself. It was necessary to provide against this or any similar emergency very soon.
Colonel Passford seemed to have a great deal to say to Captain Lonley, now that the time for sailing had come, and he occupied the attention of the latter so that neither of them could observe the new mate, if he were disposed to do so.
He had always been prudent, even while he had been daring, and he hardly needed the solemn admonition of the second lieutenant to be extremely cautious. "Is that you, Captain Gilder?" asked the man on the shore, who stood a little way from the waterside. "Yes; and I take it for granted that you are Lonley," replied Christy, advancing towards the other.
"That is so, and of course I can find no fault with you for deceiving me," returned Lonley, chuckling as though he was even better satisfied with the situation than his companion. "Thank you, Mr. Lonley; you are magnanimous, and with equal sincerity I can say that I have no fault to find with you," replied the Union officer.
"You are too modest by half, Mr. but I have not even the pleasure of knowing your name, and conversation is annoying under such circumstances." "I am simply Midshipman Passford, at your service." "Only a midshipman!" exclaimed Lonley. "Upon my word, you ought to be a commodore. Passford? Possibly you are a cousin of Colonel Passford of Glenfield." "Colonel Passford is my uncle.
In the darkness, the genuine Fetters, as doubtless he was in the boat, could not have seen in what manner Captain Lonley had been disposed of, and all the crew were forward, so that they were no wiser. "Judith, ahoy!" repeated the genuine and only true Fetters, at the top of his lungs, as the schooner hurried off on her course. "I am Fetters, the mate!" "All right!" replied Christy.
"I have a little affair on board of her, and my duty compels me to demand her surrender as a prize to the Bronx." "Caught again!" exclaimed Captain Lonley, stamping violently on the deck in his disgust at his misfortune, and it was the third time that Christy had thrown him "out of a job." "The way of the transgressor is hard, Captain Lonley," added the commander of the expedition.
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