"He was expected back to supper, and I wanted to see him, for he is my cousin.

He must be about here somewhere." "Never mind whether he is or not; we have finished our business here, and the harvest is ripe for the sickle.

We will leave this boat just where we found it, for I have a rowboat a little farther down the river," continued Captain Carboneer.
"I suppose I ought to return to my uncle's house," suggested Corny.
"If they miss me they will be looking about here to ascertain what has become of me." "I think you had better not try to relieve their anxiety to-night.
If they are worried about you, they will get over it in the morning when they find the steamer is missing," said Captain Carboneer, with something like a chuckle in his tones when he pictured the surprise of the "Yankees" in making the discovery that the Bellevite had taken to herself wings, and sped on her way to the South.
"I don't think they will worry about me," added Corny, laughing.

"I was afraid they might think I was here to capture the city of New York, or something of that sort." "I think you had better not undeceive them to-night," replied the captain, as he ran the yacht upon the beach near where he had found her.
"Everything looks exceedingly well for our enterprise." "If you get that steamer into Mobile Bay"-- "I don't intend to get her into the bay; that would be folly, and I shall run no risks among the blockaders, for a single shot might give her back to her present owners." "No matter; if you only get her, and she is under the flag of the Confederacy, it will put me back where I was when she went into the bay by a Yankee trick," added Major Pierson.
"After the war, if you wish to see the young lady, you will have more time to attend to the affair, and I shall wish you every success then," said the captain lightly.
"How long do you think the war will last, Captain Carboneer ?" asked the major, in this connection.
"Possibly it may last a year, though if we can break up that blockade, it will not last six months longer." The trio landed on the beach, and the naval officer made sure that the Florence was securely fixed in the gravel.

The party walked down stream, embarked in the boat of which the captain had spoken.