He looked something like the officer whom he personated, who was to command a small steamer in the gulf." "It was a hazardous plan," suggested Colonel Passford, "and I should suppose that Corny was hardly competent to play such a _role_.

I hope the scheme was successful, for, as you know very well, all my prayers and all my aspirations are for the triumph of the Confederate cause." "The scheme was successful up to a certain point, and Corny obtained the command of the steamer, passing for the genuine officer before the commodore, and even on board of the vessel where the commander was well known." "That sounds like a story for a novel," added the planter, smiling.
"If there had been no setback, Corny would have gone into Pensacola Bay in a few hours more, in nominal command of the steamer, though of course Galvinne was the real commander." "It is a strange story, and I cannot see how Corny succeeded in passing himself off as the officer he personated." "He stole that officer's commission and other papers while he was sleeping in his own home," added Christy.
"But where did you learn this history of Corny's operations ?" asked his uncle, knitting his brow as though he did not quite believe the narrative.
"Oh, I am the officer whom Corny personated," replied the commander with a quiet smile.

"The story is not a second-handed one, uncle Homer." "Corny pretended to be Christy, did he?
Then you must have seen him if he took your commission." "He did not do that in person; but employed Byron to do it for him; and for several weeks this actor was a house-servant at Bonnydale," answered Christy, as he proceeded to narrate the adventure more in detail.

"It is not an old story, for the last event occurred on board of the Bronx at about eight o'clock last evening." "The plan was not finally successful, more is the pity," added the Southern gentleman.
"It was not; for I had concealed myself on board when I realized what Galvinne was about, and, with the aid of the officers who knew me, captured the vessel.

I am now in command of her, and I am likely to have a prize to assist in establishing my identity when I report to the flag-officer." "But what became of Corny ?" asked Colonel Passford, with no little anxiety on his face.
"He is quite safe; he is a prisoner of war below, with a pair of handcuffs on his wrists," replied Christy.