Synopsis

"WHO'S there?" demanded Christy ford, sitting up in his bed, in the middle of the night, in his room on the second floor of his father's palatial mansion on the Hudson, where the young lieutenant was waiting for a age to the Gulf. There was no answer to his inquiry. "Who's there?" he repeated in a louder tone. All was as still as it ought to be in the middle of the night, and no response came to his second inquiry.