"A Yankee!"
"Heyday! Bull Run?"
"No, sir; Crooked Inlet."
"Well, I thought you looked like a seafaring man. What vessel do you belong to?"
"The blockade-runner Hattie. She used to be the privateer Osprey."
"Were you one of the brave fellows who captured the Mary Hollins?" exclaimed the surgeon, giving Marcy a look of admiration. "It was a gallant deed."
"I was there when she was taken," answered the boy, while the doctor was helping him off with his coat. "Do you know what become of her crew?"
"They were paroled and sent North long ago. We didn't want such folks among us."
"But they are not prisoners of war."
"That doesn't matter. They had to promise that they would not take up arms against us until they were regularly exchanged; and if they do, and we find it out, they will stand a fine chance of being strung up. You've got a pretty good surgeon aboard your ship, and he has made a good job of this. I wonder if I know him. Is he a Newbern man?"