care of
mother, and I will ship on a war vessel and do my share toward putting
down this rebellion."
"But how can I stay at home?" interrupted Marcy. "My leave is for only
ninety days, and Beardsley looks for me to join the schooner as soon as
my arm gets well."
"All right. No doubt you will have to do it; but you'll not make many
more trips on that blockade-runner. It'll not be long before all our
ports will be sealed up tight as a brick by swift steamers, and sailing
vessels will stand no show of getting out or in. I know Lon Beardsley,
and he will quit blockade running when he thinks it's time, the same as
he quit privateering. Why, Marcy, you can't imagine what an uproar there
is all over the North. They're getting ready to give the South
particular fits."
"Then the result of the fight at Bull Run didn't frighten or discourage
them?"
"Man alive, if you had had as much to do with Northern people as I have,
you would know that they don't understand the words. They've got their
blood up at last, and now they mean business. Recruits are coming in
faster than they can equip and send them off. And I can't stay behind.
Mother must let me go."
"Do you think of enlisting on one of the blockading fleet?"
"I do."
"But how are you going to get to it? It's off Hatteras."
"So I supposed. Where's the _Fairy Belle?_"
"Great Scott!" ejaculated Marcy "Do you expect me to take you out on
her?"
"Well, yes; I had rather calculated on it." Marcy was profoundly
astonished. He threw himself upon the bed, propped his head up with his
uninjured hand, and looked at his brother without saying a word.
CHAPTER XI.
THE BANNER ON THE WALL.
"You seem to be very much surprised at a very simple proposition," said
Jack, at length.
"And you seem to have a deal more cheek than you did the first time I
made your acquaintance," replied Marcy.
Jack laughed heartily.
"Why, what is there to hinder you from taking me down to the fleet?" he
demanded. "Haven't I often heard you boast of the _Fairy Belle's_
sea-going qualities? If she can cross the Atlantic, as you have more
than once declared, she can surely ride out any blow we are likely to
meet off the Cape."
"Oh, she can get there easy enough," answered Marcy. "I was not thinking
about that. But suppose I take you down to the fleet and the Yankees
won't let me come back? Then what?"
"Nonsense!" exclaimed
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