"Well, one thing more than all others."
"What is that?"
"A naval officer to command her."
"There are plenty of them."
"No doubt of it; but they are not the kind I want. I need a man who will play into my hand, as well as grind up the Yankees. I have no idea of burning all the property captured by my vessel."
"Why don't you take command yourself?"
"I have other business to do."
"There are scores of Confederate naval officers in Canada and New Brunswick," suggested Langdon.
"I know them all, and I wouldn't trust them to command a mud-scow. In a word, Langdon, I want this Somers, and I must have him."
"But he is a northern Yankee. He would sooner cut his own throat than engage in such an enterprise."