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"What am I to do, Mr. Galvinne?" asked Corny.
āļ āļĢāļđ āļ§āļ āđāļĨāļ āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ "You could hardly have supposed that a little gunboat like the Bronx was sent all alone on such a mission." "Well, Captain Passford, if you fail to comprehend my purpose, it is the fault of your understanding, and not of my plain and explicit declaration, for I assuredly said that I intended to replace the Floridian with the Teaser, or the Bronx as you have named her, though she will not be called by any such nut-cracking name after I get her," replied the daring privateersman, as blandly and pleasantly as though he were planning a picnic. "I neber spoke noffin but the truf, Massa Ossifer." "How many men are there at the fort?" "With their arms locked together behind them, they are not in condition to do any harm," added Mr. Flint. 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.