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āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ āđāļāļĒ 4 āđāļāļĩāļĒāļ "What are you waiting for, Mr. Flint?" asked Christy in a whisper, as he joined the second lieutenant. Dave was the most assiduous of nurses, and had no little skill in attending to the wants of the sick. The young commander was made comfortable in a few hours, and Mr. Flint came below to see him at the end of an hour when he had performed his most pressing duties. He reported that Mr. Pennant's wound was slight, and did not disable him. Eight seamen in all had been wounded, and one of them was likely to die of his injury. "Precisely so; and you will readily see that I am not exactly in a position to act in any other manner, as I cannot go back on deck and deliver them in person, for your officers would be prejudiced against me, and might be disposed to rebel against my authority."