"I have prepared for all such accidents. The Yankees will not fire on me."
"No?" exclaimed the pilot, wonderingly.
"I think you don't know me."
"I heard the first lieutenant say you were coming down here in one of the Yankee ships."
"I did."
"Did you, though?"
"We will come to anchor, pilot, when we get within hail of the Yankee squadron."
"Come to anchor, sir?"
"Certainly; come to anchor, until the fog clears off, or we can get a little daylight. I don't want much."
"Well, that beats me!" ejaculated Captain Column.