A COMPLICATION AT GLENFIELD The boat in which Christy had come on shore carried off to the steamer the last load of supplies, and she sailed in the middle of the afternoon.

Captain Passford and Christy were standing on the quarter deck together; and, as the latter had not had time to tell his father his adventure before, he was now relating it.
The captain was amused with the story, and told his son that he had been approached by a gentleman who said his name was Pierson, and he was probably the father of the enterprising young man who had been so zealous to assist in the purchase of a suitable vessel for the service of the Confederates.
"Let me alone! Take you hands off of me!" shouted a voice that sounded rather familiar to Christy, as he and his father were still talking on the deck.

"Let me alone! I am a Southern gentleman!" "I know you are," replied Mr.Dashington, as he appeared on deck, coming up from the companionway that led to the cabin and ward-room, holding by the collar a young man who was struggling to escape from his strong grasp.

"Don't make a fuss, my hearty: I want to introduce you to the captain." "What have you got there, Mr.Dashington ?" asked Captain Breaker, who was standing near the owner.
"I have got a young cub who says he is a Southern gentleman; and I suppose he is," replied the first officer.

"But he is a stowaway, and was hid away under my berth in the ward-room .-- Here you are, my jolly frisker: and that gentleman is the captain of the steamer." As he spoke, the officer set his victim down rather heavily on the deck, and he sprawled out at full length on the planks.