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āļāļāļĨ āđāļāđāļ āļŠāļēāļĄ āļāļđāđ "You do not wish to make any explanation of the remarkable situation in which you find yourself placed at the present moment?" "That will do; stop her and anchor, Mr. Flint," said Christy, as he looked about him in an endeavor to penetrate the fog in which the vessel was buried. In spite of his claim that he was a religious man, he indulged in a volley of profane language which made the commander's blood run cold in his veins. His right hand, from which he had dropped one of his revolvers, was pressed upon his nose, as though this organ was the seat of his injury. He stood behind the table, and continued to swear like a pirate in a passion. His face and his hand were absolutely covered with blood. "Who's there?" he repeated in a louder tone. 327 "Dar's somebody comin' from de fort! He's comin' mighty quick shore." "You did not always eat the fish you caught," suggested Christy.