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prettygaming69 Captain Flanger was at the critical point in his operations, and he was too busy with the commander to give any attention to the negro, whom he regarded with the contempt begotten of his Southern education. Dave was intelligent enough to understand the situation accurately, and he realized that it was rapidly becoming critical. He knew that Christy was unarmed, and that the 280 whole attention of the pirate was concentrated upon him, so that he could do nothing to help himself. "You will be in command of a steamer, Christy, when you reach the Gulf. I hope you will not be rash, and try to do too much," said Mrs. Passford, as they rose from the table. "It is; the name was given to the estate by my mother," replied Christy, unable to follow Corny any farther. "You can trust Dave, Massa Christy," replied the steward, as the officer drew back into his hiding-place. "Can you form any idea where we are, Captain Passford?" asked the lieutenant. "Who are you?" demanded the soldier.