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"But don't you believe it will be better to appeal to the flag-officer?" asked the second lieutenant.
āļāļē āļāļē āļĢāđāļē āļĒāļīāļ āļāļĨāļē 321 "That's just what it is." "Byron!" called a boatswain's mate from the forecastle. "I have just told you that the first lieutenant is a Confederate officer; and I have not yet learned who is the third lieutenant. Among the crew I 133 know there are at least four men, and there may be twenty of them, who are to take part in this plot. The loyal men will not be likely to interfere with the officers unless they have a leader. The fact that the Bronx is headed into a Confederate port would not create a rebellion on board unless they were informed of the actual situation. By the time the union men found out the plot, it would be too late for them to do anything, for the vessel would be under the guns of the forts." "Let go the anchor, Mr. Flint!" shouted Christy. In due time this appointment was made, and Captain Flint, on the recommendation of Christy, was entirely satisfied to receive him as his first lieutenant. "Are you a Russian?" asked the commander, inclined to laugh at this singular name of one of the proscribed race.