There had been some mistake in his orders, or in those of the commander of the store ship, and he was likely to be the sufferer for it.

He rushed to the stern end of the ferry-boat in order to obtain a better view of the steamer; and at this moment he discovered a boat, pulled by one man, headed towards the navy-yard.
"Boat, ahoy!" shouted Christy, with almost frantic earnestness.
"On board the ferry-boat!" replied the man, resting on his oars.
"Five dollars if you will put me on board of that steamer before she gets off!" added the officer.
"I'm the one for your money," returned the oarsman, as he headed his boat into the slip.
Without much difficulty Christy dropped his valise into the boat, and then dropped himself in after it.

The belated passenger cast an earnest look at the Vernon, which had just begun to move, though at a snail's pace, and he hoped he should be able to get on board of her.
"Naval officer, sir ?" interrogated the boatman.
"Yes; but I have no time to spare, and you must not stop to talk," replied Christy rather sharply.
"Time enough, sir, if you are going on board of the Vernon, and I will give you one of my oars if I don't put you on her deck," said the boatman very positively.

"I hope you are nimble with your feet and hands, sir." "I will take care of that part of the matter if you will put me alongside the steamer," answered Christy.

"No more talk, if you please, for you are wasting your wind." "I have plenty of it for this job.