He has got it into his head that I must join the army, and he will never be satisfied till I am there." "He is certainly very much in earnest, judging by his conduct on board of the Bellevite," added Christy.
"He pretends to believe that my not joining the army will be a disgrace to the family; but, if my father don't think so, Lindley need not worry his head about the matter." "Your brother seems to have a very strong will of his own," suggested Christy.
"He will send me into the army in spite of my father and mother; and, for that reason, I don't mean to go where he can put his finger on me.
Of course, the Bellevite is going into the Confederate navy." Percy looked his companion in the face, as though he had been thinking of something which would benefit his own case.
"You will have to ask my uncle about that," replied Christy, not willing to say any more than was necessary on this subject.
"There can be no doubt of it, and I would rather be in the navy than in the army.

I hope your uncle will be able to do something for me." "I don't know whether he can or not.

For aught I know, the steamer may be sent to England, or to some other country," replied Christy, as they approached the gate, which was to be the end in that direction of his walk.
"At any rate, I mean to stay on board of the Bellevite; and I shall take my chances of getting a position of some kind on board of her." "What kind of a position do you desire ?" "I am willing to be one of the lieutenants, or something of that kind," replied Percy with becoming condescension.
"One of the lieutenants!" exclaimed Christy.

"Of course you know all about handling a ship or a steamer." "I can't say I do.

In fact, I never went on the sea till I went to Nassau with my father," replied Percy candidly.