"If anybody tells you that story don't you believe a word of it," said Marcy. "They know why I went aboard that privateer as well as if I had told them all about it. But, Jack, what did you mean when you told me that you were a homeless, friendless smuggler?" "I am not exactly homeless and friendless," replied the sailor, with a hearty laugh, "but it is a fact that I am a smuggler in a small way. When I found myself safe in Boston, the first thing I thought of was getting home. I first decided I would go to Washington and try to get a pass through the Union lines; but I soon found that that wouldn't do, for I saw by the papers that the Federals were straining every nerve to close the Potomac against smugglers and mail-carriers, and that satisfied me that no passes were granted. My only hope then was to get here by water. I met my captain every day or two, and he helped me out by securing me a berth on the schooner, _West Wind_. He never said a word to me about the character of the vessel, although he must have known all about it and given me a good recommend besides, for the day after I went aboard. Captain Frazier called me into his cabin, and took me into his confidence. "I thought the master of the _Sabine_ was a strong Union man," said Marcy. "But this looks as though he was giving aid and comfort to the rebels." "Well, no; he didn't mean it that way. He was giving aid and comfort to _me_, don't you see? He wanted to help me get home, and I assure you I was glad of the chance he gave me. Captain Frazier was an old friend of his. He happened to find out that Frazier was about to turn an honest penny by selling the Confederates medicine and other little things of which they stood in need, and instead of betraying him, he recommended me as a suitable man for second mate, for I was a tolerable sailor, and well acquainted with the coasts of the Carolinas. I accepted the position when it was offered me, and brought the _West Wind_ through Oregon Inlet as slick as you please, although the channel doesn't run within a hundred yards of where it did the last time I went through there." "Did you take out a venture?" "Of course. I risked about two-thirds of my hard-earned wages." "What did you buy?" "Quinine, calomel, and about half a dozen different kinds of quack medicines in the shape of pills and tonics. But there was where I made a mistake. I ought to have put all the money in quinine. If I had, I would have made two or three hundred dollars more than I did. As it was I cleared about twelve hundred. And that reminds me that I left my grip-sack on the gallery." He and Marcy went out to bring it in, and when they returned, Jack was slapping the side of the valise to make the gold pieces jingle. "My son, I am very sorry you did it," said Mrs. Gray reproachfully. "Very sorry indeed." "Why, mother, just listen to this," replied Jack, hitting the valise another sounding whack.