"What shall we do ?" "Stop her, of course." replied Tom.
"That's easy enough said, but not so easily done.

We had better send word up to the battery, and let them open upon her," suggested Fred.
"Open upon the man in the moon!" replied Tom, contemptuously.

"Don't you see she is under sail, and driving down like sixty?
We must board her!" Tom spoke in an emphatic whisper, and pointed to a small boat, which lay upon the shore.

The craft approaching was a small schooner apparently about five tons burden.

The secessionists of Baltimore or elsewhere had chosen this dark and tempestuous night to send over a mail and such supplies as could not be obtained, for love or money, on the other side of the Potomac.