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āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ āļāļāļ āļāļąāđāļ āļāđāļģ 1 āļāļēāļ "I suppose it is the righteousness of the cause in particular that calls forth your admiration," chuckled Christy. "So far as I have seen, there is not." "You think that method would suit you better than the usual one of delivering orders verbally," said Christy, laughing as much at the coolness as at the impudence of his companion. On his arrival in New York he hastened across the ferry to the navy-yard. As he approached the opposite shore, he discovered a steamer getting under way. He had not seen the vessel on board of which he was ordered to report as a passenger, but when he asked a deck hand what the steamer was, he was informed that it was the Vernon. The ferry-boat had just gone into the slip, and Christy was terribly startled to learn that he was late. He was still two hours ahead of the time indicated in his orders, and the Vernon was actually getting under way.