The third lieutenant was sent for, and his instructions were given to him. Mike would be his pilot, and could give him such information as he required in regard to the locality. He was to land in some convenient locality, cross the island on foot at the plantation, to Fort Lafitte, distant less than a mile, and ascertain if there were a steamer or other vessels in the bay. He was also instructed to use all means in his power to ascertain the strength of the fort. He was to make a landing about half a mile west of the plantation buildings. Within the limits of these instructions, he was to act on his own judgment. Mike was sent for, and further information in regard to the course was obtained from him. The officer was cautioned to be prudent, and not fall into any traps. If he discovered that there was a steamer in the bay, and that the fort was not heavily armed, he was to burn a red roman candle as a signal to the Bronx, which would proceed to the southward, and then enter the Grand Pass by the deepest water. "Where are the negro quarters of this plantation, Mike?" asked Mr. Pennant. "Just west of the big house, sir," replied the Russian. "I don't know exactly where we are now, Captain Passford," said the officer of the expedition. "We lie about south of what Mike calls the big house, a mile and a half distant from it. Make the boat's course north north-west, and you will strike the shore about half way between the planter's house and the fort. But when you get near enough to see both of them, you can land where you think best," Christy explained. The boat's crew had already lowered the first cutter into the water. The oars were muffled, for the chances were that no one in the vicinity of the plantation had discovered the presence of the Bronx, and it was not advisable to alarm the people. Vincent acted as cockswain of the boat, while the Russian, as most of the officers and men insisted upon calling him, was seated in the stern sheets with the third lieutenant. The eight men at the oars formed the rest of the crew. "I don't believe you will find many hands down here, Mr. Pennant," said Mike in a whisper. "What do you mean by hands?" asked the officer. "Laborers, niggers," replied the Russian. "Why not?" "I expect they have sent all the strong ones up to work on the fortifications." "Shall we find no one at the negro quarters?" asked the lieutenant with interest. "Only the women and the old hands, too old to do much work." "Can you make out where you are, Mike?" inquired Mr. Pennant, after about half a mile had been made. "I can just see the fort and the big house. It is not so very dark to-night," answered the Russian.