“In Baltimore.”
“What are you doing here, then?”
“We go in for the South.”
“Go in, then!” added Tom, laughing.
“You’ll fetch up where all the rest of ’em do,” said Hapgood.
“How’s that fellow that was hit?” asked Tom, pointing to the rebel who lay in the middle of the standing room.
“I guess it’s all right with him,” replied Hapgood, bending over the silent form. “No; he isn’t dead.”
“I have it!” shouted Tom, suddenly crowding the helm hard-a-lee.
“What, Tom?”
“I see where we are. We are running up the river. I see the land on the weather bow.”