"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."