“My name isn’t Andy,” said Somers; “and I don’t fully understand this business.”
“Who are you, then?” replied the rebel. “What has become of Andy?”
“He has got another job, and sent me to do this one,” answered Somers, whose ready wit had adopted a plan to defeat the purpose of the enemy.
“Who are you?”
“Tom Leathers. Andy sent me up to attend to this matter. Where is the fire-steamer?”
“About half a mile farther up the creek. But where is Andy?”
“Some general sent for him; and he has gone to Richmond. I reckon the iron-clad’s coming down soon.”
“Can you take care of the steamer?”
“Certainly I can.”
“Are you a pilot?”