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But Christy gave no order to reduce the speed of the vessel, and seemed to feel so thoroughly at home that Mr. Flint began to be a little nervous. The young commander had carefully studied the chart of the coast with the practical knowledge he had of the locality.
āđāļāļ āđāļŪāđāļĨ āđāļŦāđ āđāļāđ āđāļāļīāļ "How high is the grass in the streets of New York, Christy?" asked the colonel, with a twinkle of the eye, and a smile. "The United States steamer Bellevite. We will send a boat to you," returned Mr. Blowitt. "He did not look quite natural to me; but I could not make out what made the change in his looks," continued Mr. Flint. "You can see for yourself, that the plot would have been a success if you had not been on board of the Bronx to tell me what had happened. Whatever passed between the flag-officer and Captain Battleton, nothing at all was said among the officers about the decision the commander of the Vernon had been obliged to make when he accepted your cousin as the genuine Christopher Passford, ordered to the command of the Bronx. While I thought you were somewhat altered in appearance, and that your greeting to me was rather cold and formal when you came on board, I did not suspect that the officer who represented you was an impostor." CHAPTER XI LAYING OUT A PLAN OF OPERATIONS "That is very odd," mused the officer, wondering whether this sudden disappearance had anything to do with the principal event of the preceding night.