Very likely he was thinking of the beautiful Miss Florry in the elegant mansion a short distance up the river. Without a doubt he was Major Pierson, since the naval officer had addressed him by this name and title. He had often met the young lady at Glenfield Plantation, and possibly his sudden visit to the North had not been without some thought of her. However it may have been with her, he was at least very much interested in Miss Florry. The fact that she was a "Yankee" did not make her less beautiful, and it did not make her any the less the daughter of a millionnaire. No one could say that he was mercenary, however, and no one could say why he was not as deeply interested in the daughter of the planter, for she was hardly less beautiful, though her father was not considered a millionnaire, to say nothing of a ten-millionnaire. Major Pierson did not tell what he was thinking about; but he was certainly astounded and badly set back when the naval officer intimated that the capture of the Bellevite might be undertaken that night. "You can see for yourself that we must strike at once, or there may be nothing to strike at," replied Captain Carboneer. "But we shall have no time to work up the case," suggested the major. "The case is all worked up, and there is nothing more to work up," replied the captain, as he headed the boat for the steamer. Major Pierson said no more, but he was as much dissatisfied with the promptness of the naval officer as though he had said it in so many words. It would be difficult to imagine how he expected to manage his case with Miss Florry, since he could not enter the house without betraying his identity. Perhaps he intended to lie in wait for her in the grounds of the estate, and trust that her interest in him would induce her to keep his secret. "Is that you, Christy?" called a voice from the steamer, as the Florence approached the Bellevite. "Answer him, Corny," said Captain Carboneer, in a low voice. "Say 'yes,' and ask who it is that speaks." "Yes," repeated Corny. "Who are you?" "Sampson," replied the man on board of the steamer. "And who is with him," added the captain. "Are you alone on board?" demanded Corny, varying his speech a little from his instructions. "No; Warping is on board, but he has gone to sleep in the pilot-house. Do you want him?" "No; but you wish to take a couple of friends on board to obtain the measure of a gun-carriage," continued Captain Carboneer. "No; I don't want Warping; I only wanted to know if he was on board," repeated Corny. "I have a couple of friends here who want to measure a gun-carriage to-night, for they have to leave in the morning." "Very well, young man; you understand yourself very well," said the captain, in tones of approval.