Chapter VII

A SOUTHERN GENERAL

The _Dolphin_, on arriving at the Charleston quay, had been saluted by

the cheers of a large crowd. The inhabitants of this town, strictly

blockaded by sea, were not accustomed to visits from European ships.

They asked each other, not without astonishment, what this great

steamer, proudly bearing the English flag, had come to do in their

waters; but when they learned the object of her voyage, and why she had

just forced the passage Sullivan, when the report spread that she

carried a cargo of smuggled ammunition, the cheers and joyful cries

were redoubled.

James Playfair, without losing a moment, entered into negotiation with

General Beauregard, the military commander of the town. The latter

eagerly received the young Captain of the _Dolphin_, who had arrived in

time to provide the soldiers with the clothes and ammunition they were

so much in want of. It was agreed that the unloading of the ship should

take place immediately, and numerous hands came to help the English

sailors.

Before quitting his ship James Playfair had received from Miss

Halliburtt the most pressing injunctions with regard to her father, and

the Captain had placed himself entirely at the young girl's service.

"Miss Jenny," he had said, "you may rely on me; I will do the utmost in

my power to save your father, but I hope this business will not present

many difficulties. I shall go and see General Beauregard to-day, and,

without asking him at once for Mr. Halliburtt's liberty, I shall learn

in what situation he is, whether he is on bail or a prisoner."

"My poor father!" replied Jenny, sighing; "he little thinks his

daughter is so near him. Oh that I could fly into his arms!"

"A little patience, Miss Jenny; you will soon embrace your father. Rely

upon my acting with the most entire devotion, but also with prudence

and consideration."

This is why James Playfair, after having delivered the cargo of the

_Dolphin_ up to the General, and bargained for an immense stock of

cotton, faithful to his promise, turned the conversation to the events

of the day.

"So," said he, "you believe in the triumph of the slave-holders?"

"I do not for a moment doubt of our final success, and, as regards

Charleston, Lee's army will soon relieve it: besides, what do you

expect from the Abolitionists? Admitting that which will never be, that

the commercial towns of Virginia, the two Carolinas, Georgia, Alabama,

fall under their power, what then? Will they be masters of a country

they can never occupy? No, certainly not; and for my part, if they are

ever victorious, they shall pay dearly for it."

"And you are quite sure of your soldiers?" asked the Captain. "You are

not afraid that Charleston will grow weary of a siege which is ruining

her?"

"No, I do not fear treason; besides, the traitors would be punished

remorselessly, and I would destroy the town itself by sword or fire if

I discovered the least Unionist movement. Jefferson Davis confided

Charleston to me, and you may be sure that Charleston is in safe hands."

"Have you any Federal prisoners?" asked James Playfair, coming to the

interesting object of the conversation.

"Yes, Captain," replied the General, "it was at Charleston that the

first shot of separation was fired. The Abolitionists who were here

attempted to resist, and, after being defeated, they have been kept as

prisoners of war."

"And have you many?"

"About a hundred."

"Free in the town?"

"They were until I discovered a plot formed by them: their chief

succeeded in establishing a communication with the besiegers, who were

thus informed of the situation of affairs in the town. I was then

obliged to lock up these dangerous guests, and several of them will

only leave their prison to ascend the slope of the citadel, where ten

confederate balls will reward them for their federalism."

"What! to be shot!" cried the young man, shuddering involuntarily.

"Yes, and their chief first of all. He is a very dangerous man to have

in a besieged town. I have sent his letters to the President at

Richmond, and before a week is passed his sentence will be irrevocably

passed."

"Who is this man you speak of?" asked James Playfair, with an assumed

carelessness.

"A journalist from Boston, a violent Abolitionist with the confounded

spirit of Lincoln."

"And his name?"

"Jonathan Halliburtt."

"Poor wretch!" exclaimed James, suppressing his emotion. "Whatever he

may have done, one cannot help pitying him. And you think that he will

be shot?"

"I am sure of it," replied Beauregard. "What can you expect? War is

war; one must defend oneself as best one can."

"Well, it is nothing to me," said the Captain. "I shall be far enough

away when this execution takes place."

"What! you are thinking of going away already."

"Yes, General, business must be attended to; as soon as my cargo of

cotton is on board I shall be out to sea again. I was fortunate enough

to enter the bay, but the difficulty is in getting out again. The

_Dolphin_ is a good ship; she can beat any of the Federal vessels for

speed, but she does not pretend to distance cannon-balls, and a shell

in her hull or engine would seriously affect my enterprise."

"As you please, Captain," replied Beauregard; "I have no advice to give

you under such circumstances. You are doing your business, and you are

right. I should act in the same manner were I in your place; besides, a

stay at Charleston is not very pleasant, and a harbour where shells are

falling three days out of four is not a safe shelter for your ship; so

you will set sail when you please; but can you tell me what is the

number and the force of the Federal vessels cruising before Charleston?"

James Playfair did his best to answer the General, and took leave of

him on the best of terms; then he returned to the _Dolphin_ very

thoughtful and very depressed from what he had just heard.

"What shall I say to Miss Jenny? Ought I to tell her of Mr.

Halliburtt's terrible situation? Or would it be better to keep her in

ignorance of the trial which is awaiting her? Poor child!"

He had not gone fifty steps from the governor's house when he ran

against Crockston. The worthy American had been watching for him since

his departure.

"Well, Captain?"

James Playfair looked steadily at Crockston, and the latter soon

understood he had no favourable news to give him.

"Have you seen Beauregard?" he asked.

"Yes," replied James Playfair.

"And have you spoken to him about Mr. Halliburtt?"

"No, it was he who spoke to me about him."

"Well, Captain?"

"Well, I may as well tell you everything, Crockston."

"Everything, Captain."

"General Beauregard has told me that your master will be shot within a

week."

At this news anyone else but Crockston would have grown furious or

given way to bursts of grief, but the American, who feared nothing,

only said, with almost a smile on his lips:

"Pooh! what does it matter?"

"How! what does it matter?" cried James Playfair. "I tell you that Mr.

Halliburtt will be shot within a week, and you answer, what does it

matter?"

"And I mean it--if in six days he is on board the _Dolphin_, and if in

seven days the _Dolphin_ is on the open sea."

"Right!" exclaimed the Captain, pressing Crockston's hand. "I

understand, my good fellow, you have got some pluck; and for myself, in

spite of Uncle Vincent, I would throw myself overboard for Miss Jenny."

"No one need be thrown overboard," replied the American, "only the fish

would gain by that: the most important business now is to deliver Mr.

Halliburtt."

"But you must know that it will be difficult to do so."

"Pooh!" exclaimed Crockston.

"It is a question of communicating with a prisoner strictly guarded."

"Certainly."

"And to bring about an almost miraculous escape."

"Nonsense," exclaimed Crockston; "a prisoner thinks more of escaping

than his guardian thinks of keeping him; that's why, thanks to our

help, Mr. Halliburtt will be saved."

"You are right, Crockston."

"Always right."

"But now what will you do? There must be some plan: and there are

precautions to be taken."

"I will think about it."

"But when Miss Jenny learns that her father is condemned to death, and

that the order for his execution may come any day--"

"She will know nothing about it, that is all."

"Yes, it will be better for her and for us to tell her nothing."

"Where is Mr. Halliburtt imprisoned?" asked Crockston.

"In the citadel," replied James Playfair.

"Just so! . . . On board now?"

"On board, Crockston!"

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