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Passford 81
CHAPTER VIII.
Arranging the Signals 92
CHAPTER IX.
The Approach of the Vampire 103
CHAPTER X.
A Shot from the Long Gun 114
CHAPTER XI.
The Battle alongside the Bellevite 125
CHAPTER XII.
The Prisoner of War 136
CHAPTER XIII.

After the Battle 146
CHAPTER XIV.
The Beginning of a Chase 157
CHAPTER XV.
A Chase off the Bermudas 168
CHAPTER XVI.
The Confederate Steamer Yazoo 179
CHAPTER XVII.
A Satisfactory Order 190
CHAPTER XVIII.
Lieutenant Passford in Command 201
CHAPTER XIX.
Some Trouble on Board the Teaser 212
CHAPTER XX.
Coming to the Point 223
CHAPTER XXI.
On a Dark and Foggy Night 234
CHAPTER XXII.
A Variety of Night Signals 245

CHAPTER XXIII.
Another Night Expedition 256
CHAPTER XXIV.
Lieutenant Passford on a Mission 206
CHAPTER XXV.
Christy becomes a Victim 278
CHAPTER XXVI.
The Action on the Deck of the Teaser 289
CHAPTER XXVII.
A Visit from Colonel Homer Passford 300
CHAPTER XXVIII.
An Enterprise for a Dark Night 311
CHAPTER XXIX.
The New Mate of the Cotton Schooner 322
CHAPTER XXX.
The Prize-Master of the Judith 333

WITHIN THE ENEMY'S LINES
CHAPTER I

AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR
"Cornelius!" exclaimed Captain Passford, as a young man of nineteen
was shown into the library of the magnificent dwelling of the
millionnaire at Bonnydale, on the Hudson.
"Cornelius Passford, Uncle Horatio," replied the young man, as the
captain rushed to him and extended his hand.
"I think there can be no mistake about it; and I should have been no
more surprised if Mr. Jefferson Davis had been ushered into my library
at this moment," continued Captain Passford, still retaining the hand of
his nephew. "I understood that you were a soldier in the Confederate
army."
"I was a soldier; but I am not one just now," replied the visitor, with
some embarrassment in his manner, though the circumstances were
strange enough to account for it.
"How are your father and mother and Miss Gerty, Corny?" asked the
uncle of the visitor, giving the young man the name by which he was
generally called both at home and in the family of his uncle.
"They were all very well when I left them," replied Corny, looking on
the floor, as though he was not altogether satisfied with himself.
"Of course, you brought letters from your father and Gerty?"
"No, sir; I brought no letters," replied Corny, and, more than before, he
looked as though he was not enjoying his present visit.
"No letters!" exclaimed Captain Passford, evidently surprised beyond
measure at the apparent want of kindly feeling on the part of members
of his brother's family in the South.
"Not a letter, Uncle Horatio," answered Corny, bracing himself up, as
though he realized that he was not presenting a demeanor such as he
thought the occasion required of him.

"This is very strange," added Captain Passford, with a cloud playing on
his fine features.
"It is war between the North and the South, Uncle Horatio, and I
suppose my father did not feel like writing any letters. Gerty never
writes any letters if she can help it," Corny explained.
"But Gerty used to write to Florry about once a week."
"Did she? I didn't know it. She never would write to me when I was
away from home," said Corny, who seemed to be very anxious not to
say anything that was not consistent with the present situation,
whatever it was.
"When I parted with my brother on board of the Bellevite, both of us
shed tears as we realized that war made enemies of us; but each of us
promised to do all he could for the other in case of need. I am very sure
that there was not the slightest unkind feeling between us. Of course, I
did not expect him to write me the war news, but I think he could have
written a few lines without any allusion to the war," said Captain
Passford, pained at this want of filial affection on the part of his
brother.
At that moment the bell for tea rang, and the captain invited his nephew
to the table with him. The host was saddened by the absence of news
from his brother, of any kindly expression from one who was of the
same blood as himself. He was not quite satisfied with Corny's manner,
or with the little he seemed to be willing to say about the rest of the
family. It was certainly very strange that the young man should be there
at all, and his awkwardness and confusion made the visit seem still
more singular.
It was possible that the young man had just arrived and was fatigued by
the trials and perils of his trip, for he must have come by some
roundabout way; and very likely