"Then, you are the son of the owner of the Bellevite."
"I am."
"Then, you can get me a place on board of her."
"Perhaps I can. We will see about that."
Christy doubted if their political opinions would permit them to serve on the deck of the same vessel, but he did not suggest any thing of this kind. He had been introduced to Major Pierson under his real name, and he was certain to be identified by him as soon as the light permitted him to see his face; and he had made the best of it by telling Percy the truth before he found it out himself.
"You haven't told me who the other prisoner is, Spottswood," said the major, when they had ridden some distance in silence.
"I don't know who he is," replied the sergeant. "I never saw him before in my life, so far as I know."
"Didn't he tell you who he was?"
"He did not, and I did not ask him any questions."
That was all that was said about it; and the major relapsed into silence, and Christy concluded that he had gone to sleep again. The wagon continued on the journey, though at a very slow pace, for the road could hardly have been any worse. At the end of about two hours more, the vehicle halted near a sheet of water which looked as though it might be a river, or an arm of Mobile Bay.