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After rendering his decision it was evident that Captain Battleton had something to say to Christy, for he waited in silence till Corny had closed the door behind him before he even looked at the officer standing before him. The lieutenant from the moment the envelopes were opened and their contents exposed to the view of all present, had fully expected the result just announced. Whatever he thought, suspected, or surmised when he saw the blank papers taken from his official envelope, he kept to himself.
āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ 100 āđāļĄāđ āļāđāļāļ āļāļēāļ 2021 "Perhaps I ought to say in the beginning that it is not in my own handwriting, for after I had written it, Mr. Jones copied it for me," Corny explained, and, perhaps, thought he might be called upon to give a specimen of his chirography. 184 "Is he a prisoner?" asked Corny, as he got out of the berth. "Byron!" exclaimed Christy, recalling Walsh, and the name he had insisted was his own when he first encountered him on board of the Vernon. "He may have a rank in the Confederate navy, but he has none in that of the union. In other words, he is a Confederate officer or seaman, and he is the man who helped Corny steal my commission and orders." "I don't quite understand this matter," said the surgeon. "What are you doing, Mr. Passford?" "I am in command, Dave, and there must be no more 'massa' now," added Christy. "Why so, Captain Passford?" asked Mr. Flint.