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āļŠāļĄāļąāļāļĢ āđāļ§āđāļ āļĒāļđ āļāđāļē "He can't get any whiskey here unless it is served out to him; so that habit, if it is his habit, will do him no harm," argued Mr. Flint. "We are all right so far," said Corny. "I don't know that anything has broken," replied Mrs. Passford, with a smile, after she had said good-morning to her son. "Why do you think it is not likely, Captain Passford?" asked the executive officer curiously. Christy did not go near him, but he watched him very closely. He had not long to wait before Mr. Galvinne, who was then the officer of the deck, spoke to him, and they had quite a long conversation. He could not hear a word of it; but the fact that they were intimate enough to 112 hold what appeared to be a confidential interview was enough to satisfy the prisoner that the second lieutenant was the principle confederate of his cousin. How many of the crew were "packed" for the enterprise he could form no idea.