Bands of Confederates had been put on board of several steamers for the purpose of capturing them; and it was possible that this plan had been adopted to obtain possession of the Vernon, for she was a good vessel, and was fitted out as a man-of-war.
It was plain enough to Christy that the remarkable attempt of one or the other of the officers on board as passengers to personate the other had been explained to those on the quarter-deck, for he observed that they all regarded him with curiosity, and were interested in the matter.

As the surgeon passed near him he spoke to him.
"Does your patient below seem to be improving, doctor ?" he asked.
"He still complains that his head and his bones ache, so that I cannot say he is improving," replied Dr.Connelly.
"How old a man does he appear to be ?" "I should take him for a young man of twenty or twenty-one, but he says he is only eighteen.

He is a very young officer to be put in charge of a steamer, for I understand that he is ordered to the command of the Bronx.

But then he has made a reputation as the commander of that vessel, which doubtless justifies his appointment." "Does he talk at all ?" "Oh, yes; he has told me about some of his exploits; and as he seems to forget his aches when he speaks of them, I have encouraged him to talk as much as possible." "Is he really sick, doctor ?" asked Christy, with a smile which meant something.
"He says he is, and I have to take his word for it," replied the surgeon, with a corresponding smile.
"I heard you tell the captain that you could not make out the nature of his malady." "I cannot so far, though that does not prove that he is not sick; but I will venture to say he could not get his discharge from the navy on his present symptoms.

He may have drunk too much wine or whiskey recently, though he certainly was not in liquor when he came on board." "How is your patient, Dr.Connelly ?" asked Captain Battleton, joining them at this moment.
"About the same the last time I saw him.