mr. flint was really amused at the plan of the commander of the bronx, as indicated in the letter he had just read, and he was not laughing out of mere compliment to his superior officer, as some subordinates feel obliged to do even when they feel more like weeping. perhaps no one knew christy passford so well as his executive officer, not even his own father, for flint had been with him in the most difficult and trying ordeals of his life. he had been the young leader's second in command in the capture of the teaser, whose cabin they now occupied, and they had been prisoners together. he had been amazed at his young companion's audacity, but he had always justified his action in the end. they had become excellent friends as well as associates in the navy, and there was a hearty sympathy between them.
christy laughed almost in spite of himself, for 104 he had been giving very serious attention to the situation on board of the bronx. in the ship's company were at least two officers on the other side of the great question of the day, both of them doubtless men of great experience in their profession, more mature in years than their opponent on this chess-board of fate, and they had come on board of the steamer to accomplish some important purpose. the game at which they were engaged had already become quite exciting, especially as it looked as if the final result was to be determined by strategy rather than hard fighting, for pawcett and hungerford could hardly expect to capture the bronx with only a force of eight men.
"mulgrum is to copy this letter," said flint, suppressing his laughter.
"i have written the letter in order to have something for him to copy, and at the same time to give him and his confederate something to think about," replied christy; and he could hardly help chuckling when he thought of the effect the contents of the letter would produce in the minds of those for whom the missive was really intended.
105 "do you think they will swallow this fiction, captain passford?" asked the first lieutenant.
"why shouldn't they swallow it, hook, bait, and sinker? they are confederate agents beyond the possibility of a doubt; and they are looking for a ship in which they intend to ravage the commerce of the united states," replied christy; and the question had done something to stimulate his reasoning powers. "they want a vessel, and the bronx would suit them very well."
"but they will not attempt to capture her under present circumstances, i am very confident. they know that we have about twenty seamen extra on board."
"they know that certainly; but possibly they know some things in this connection that we do not know," added christy, as he put his hand on his forehead, and leaned over the table, as though his mind were strongly exercised by some serious question he was unable to answer satisfactorily to himself.
"what can they know that we don't know in regard to this vessel?" demanded flint, looking quite as serious as the commander.
106 "whether our extra men are loyal or not," answered christy, dropping his hand, and looking his companion full in the face.
"do you think there is any doubt in regard to them?"
"i confess that i have not had a doubt till this moment," said the captain, wiping the perspiration from his brow, for the terrible possibility that any considerable portion of the extra men were in the employ of the two confederates had almost overcome him.
for a few moments he was silent as he thought of this tremendous idea. it was appalling to think of going into action with the scotian or the arran, or both of them, and have a part of his own force turn against him on his own deck. this was possible, but he could hardly believe it was probable. dave had reported very faithfully to him all the details of the conversation between the confederates, and they had claimed only six men. if they had any hold on the extra men on board, they would have been likely to say so, or at least to speak more indefinitely than they had of their expectations.
"have you any friends on board, mr. flint, 107 among the crew?" asked christy suddenly, as though a solution of the difficult question of the loyalty of the men had suggested itself to him.
"i have at least half a dozen whom i worked hard to have drafted into the bronx, for i know that they are good and true men, though they may not be able to pass the technical examination of the naval officers," replied the first lieutenant promptly. "i can trust every one of them as far as i could trust myself. one of them was the mate of my vessel at the time i sold her, and he has since been in command of her."
"who is he?"
"his name is baskirk; and he is a quartermaster now. i wrote to him, and promised to do the best i could to advance him. he is not a graduate of a college, but he is a well-informed man, well read, sober, honest, and a man of good common-sense."
"the others?"
"mcspindle was a classmate of mine in college, and he is a capital fellow. unfortunately, he got into the habit of drinking more than was good for him, and spoiled his immediate future. he has made two foreign voyages, and he is a good seaman. 108 he came home second mate of an indiaman, promoted on his merit. he is also a quartermaster," said flint, who was evidently very deeply interested in the persons he described.
"any more?"
"luffard is a quartermaster, for i selected the best men i had for these positions. he is a young fellow, and the son of a rich man in portland. he is a regular water bird, though he is not over eighteen years old."
"his age is no objection," added christy with a smile.
"i suppose not; but i have taken luffard on his bright promise rather than for anything he has ever done, though i have seen him sail a forty-footer in a race and win the first prize. the other men i happen to think of just now have been sailors on board of my coaster. they are good men, and i can vouch for their loyalty, though not for their education. they are all petty officers."
"i have a mission for your men, to be undertaken at once, and i shall be likely to want the first three you named for important positions, if my orders do not fetter me too closely," said 109 christy. "as the matter stands just now, mr. flint, it would hardly be expedient for us to capture a schooner running the blockade for the want of an officer to act as prize master."
"the three quartermasters i named are competent for this duty, for they are navigators, and all of them have handled a vessel."
"i am glad to hear it; we are better off than i supposed we were. my father told me that several vessels had been sent to the south short of officers, and we are no worse off than some others, though what you say makes us all right."
"i can find three officers on board who are as competent as i am, though that is not saying much," added flint.
"i can ask no better officers, then. but to return to this letter. i have spent a considerable part of my time at bonnydale in talking with my father. he is in the confidence of the naval department."
"he ought to be, for he gave to the navy one of its best steamers, to say the least."
"i don't want to brag of my father," suggested christy, laughing; "i only wanted to show that he is posted. coming to the point at once, putting 110 this and that together of what i learned on shore, and of what i have discovered on board of the bronx, i am inclined to believe that pawcett and hungerford have their mission on board of this steamer in connection with the scotian and the arran. i will not stop now to explain why i have this idea, for i shall obtain more evidence as we proceed. at any rate, i thought i would put the ghost of a stumbling-block in the path of these conspirators; and this is the reason why i have put thirteen american seamen on board of each of the expected steamers. if my conjectures are wrong the stumbling-block will be nothing but a ghost; if i am right, it will make our men somewhat cautious as to what they do if we should be so fortunate as to fall in with the two vessels."
"i understand you perfectly, captain passford. you said that you had something for my men to do at once; but you did not explain what this duty was," said flint. "if you require their services at once, i will instruct them."
"i did not explain, for i have so many irons in the fire that i am afraid i am getting them mixed, and i forgot to tell you what they were to do. but i shall leave the details to be settled in your 111 own way. i want to know who are loyal men and who are not. there are at least six men, according to the report of dave, who are followers of pawcett and hungerford. we don't know who they are; but doubtless they have been selected for their shrewdness. probably they will be looking for information among the men. spoors is one of them, and by watching him some clew may be obtained to the others."
"i am confident my men can find out all you want to know," added the first lieutenant.
"it should be done as soon as possible," replied the commander.
"not a moment shall be lost. i have the deck at eight this morning, and one of the quartermasters will be at the wheel. i will begin with him."
mr. flint left the cabin, for his breakfast was waiting for him in the ward room. christy walked through to the steerage, where he found mulgrum attending to the wants of the warrant officers as well as he could. he looked at this man with vastly more interest than before he had listened to dave's report. it was easy to see that he was not an ordinary man such as one would 112 find in menial positions; but it was not prudent for him to make a study of the man, for his quick eye was taking in everything that occurred near him.
eight bells struck, and mr. flint hastened on deck to relieve the second lieutenant. christy took his morning meal at a later hour, and when he had finished it, he sent for pink mulgrum. of course the conversation had to be written, and the captain placed the scullion opposite himself at the table.
"i learn from mr. lillyworth that you are a good writer, and that you are well educated," christy wrote on a piece of paper, passing it to the deaf mute.
mulgrum read the sentence, and nodded his head with something like a smile. if christy was a judge of his expression, he was certainly pleased, evidently to find that his confederate's plan was working well.
"i have a letter of which i desire several copies. can i trust you to make these copies?" christy wrote.
the man read and nodded his head eagerly.
"will you promise on your honor as a man that 113 you will not reveal what you write to any person whatever?" christy proceeded. mulgrum read, and nodded his head earnestly several times.
the commander procured paper and other writing materials for him, and placed them before him. then he seated himself again opposite the copyist, and fixed his gaze upon him; unfolding the letter, of which he had made a fair copy himself, he placed it under the eyes of the deaf mute. mulgrum had retained his smile till this moment. he had arranged his paper and taken a pen in his hand. then he began to read; as he proceeded the smile deserted his face. he was plainly startled.
