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918kisswin 336 The day was beginning to break in the east, and he was afraid the commander of the Bronx would become uneasy in regard to him. The quarters of the soldiers were passed, though they were not in use, and the shore reached. The lieutenant thanked the guide for the service he had rendered, and told him he could go back to his cabin, and finish his night's sleep. "I did not, captain," replied Christy quietly, though he was amused rather than disquieted by the earnestness of the commander. "I must trouble you to produce it, Lieutenant Passford," added the commander. "Twenty-eight years." "Midnight is rather an odd time for the opening of the envelope containing the orders," said Mr. Flint, as he seated himself at the table. "But I suppose it was chosen for a purpose." "They can't make us out soon enough to do us any harm, or not much, at any rate," replied Mr. Galvinne confidently. 63 "Can you make anything of this affair yet, Mr. Passford?" asked Captain Battleton. "He is always inquiring into things that I don't care a straw about," replied Corny, vexed that he had been tripped up in a matter so simple.