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"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.
āļ§āļ āļĨāđāļ āļŠ āļāļī āļ āđāļāļĄ āļŦāļĄāļđ "No, you don't," interposed Mr. Blowitt. "You are commanding a little gunboat, though you are only eighteen." "I don't see how I can go behind the official documents," replied the commander as Corny presented himself at the door. He appeared to have been unwilling to trust Byron, as the seaman preferred to be called, and had attended to the business in person with the assistance of his confederate. The report was lying on the table in his chamber, and Byron could have borrowed it for any length of time to enable Corny to make a copy. Whoever had visited his chamber in the night, whether Corny or the man-servant, he must have taken the official envelope to the library, or some other part of the house, for it had been carefully opened, and restored to its 100 former condition after the genuine documents in it had been replaced by the blank paper. "I have not the slightest objection to the presence of as many officers as you may choose to call in," added the invalid. "Where did you say your father lived, Mr. Passford?" asked the executive officer. "Very well; I will go back and tell the sick man the doctor's coming," added the soldier. "That will give him a hope, if nothing more."