“Yes, it is so; I am captured at last--it is love; heigh ho! there is no use to struggle any longer. What will dear papa say when he finds that I have fallen in love with a real double and twisted rebel--a man who fought through four years of bloody war against the union--a downright traitor, who brags of the part he played in the rebel army? Ah, me! how strange it is that I should fall in love with such a man! But didn’t Juliet fall in love with a son of her father’s bitterest enemy? Yes; but, alas! what a tragic ending did that love produce! Something tells me that this love will end in sorrow. But stop a moment; why should papa be Ralleigh’s enemy? Why should I not love Captain Burk? He fought for his country--he fought in self-defense--he battled for his life--his liberty--his home--his mother and his sisters. He would have been less than a man if he had refused to fight--it would have been cowardly. No, he was right and I honor him for it; I love Captain Burk; papa will love him when he knows him better. I ought to be proud that such a man as Captain Burk has honored me with his love. I am proud of it. I will reciprocate his love; and, if papa is willing, I will be the wife of what my people have misnamed a traitor. Ah, me! there is the rub. Papa will raise a great row when he knows how I love a rebel.” Scottie then took out her handkerchief and wiped away the tears that were stealing down her cheeks. “A gentleman is looking for you, miss,” said a chamber-maid who came through the back door and approached her. “Who is it?” “I believe they call him Divinghoe or Hivanhoe, or some such outlandish name.” “Where is he?” “He is in the front part of the saloon; he sent me to hunt you.” “Very well; you may tell him where I am, if you wish.” But a moment elapsed before Ivanhoe was by Scottie’s side. “I have been looking all over the boat for you, Scottie. What induced you to hide from me?” “I did not hide from you particularly, but I felt sad and wanted to be alone.” “I hope you will not be so cruel as to drive me away, when you know how it pleases me to be by your side!” “Oh, no! I have had my little day dream, and am glad you came.” “Thank you; can we have a little chat here without being interrupted?” “Yes, I guess so; take a seat.” “I have made another wonderful discovery.” “What is it?” “We have got a counterfeit emperor aboard of this boat.” “What do you mean?” “The real Napoleon has slipped out of his costume, and a counterfeit has slipped in. To be plain, a stranger got aboard somewhere, and is dressed in Napoleon’s costume; and the real Napoleon has vamoosed the ranch--run away, disappeared, melted into thin air, fell overboard, become extinct, or something of the sort; anyway, the original emperor is not comeatible. Now, Scottie, I should like to know what you think of such doings?”