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"The flag-officer has signalled for the Vernon to come alongside," interposed another seaman who had heard the question.
āļāđāļēāļĒāļāļāļ āļŠāļ āļāļļāļāļāļāļĨ āđāļĨāļ āļāļĢāļĩ āļ§āļąāļ āļāļĩāđ CHAPTER VI THE CONFERENCE IN THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN "No, sar; can't spell noffin." "Do the people there really expect to put down the Rebellion, as they call it, nephew?" asked Colonel Passford, in a tone which indicated his confidence in the final success of his cause. "Where is your bag?" asked Mr. Flint, as Christy, the actual commander of the Bronx, passed him. "What are you doing with a valise?" "I dare say it is, my friend," replied Mr. Pennant blandly, for he had been in the navy long enough to adopt the characteristic politeness which distinguishes its officers. "Take possession of all the muskets and other weapons you can find, Vincent, and put them in the cutter." He bowed submissively, and went to his berth in the men's quarters. The anchor had been cast loose, and the cable put in condition to run out. Christy had hardly reached his berth before he heard the rattle of the chain, and the voyage was ended.