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"Nothing is the matter, mother," called Christy. "I am all right."

ผล บอล บ้าน พรุ่งนี้ The dishes rattled for a moment, and then the fugitive heard the step and the voice of Dave in the stateroom. "Then I am to do duty as a figure-head, am I?" laughed Christy. The commander read his orders through. It was believed that vessels were loading with cotton there, towed down in flatboats by small steamers, and that a steamer of four hundred tons was fitting out in the bay as a privateer. It might not be practicable for the Bronx to go into the bay; but she was to do what she could to capture the 305 cotton vessels and the steamer when they came out. "Whew! Then you are still the commander of the Bronx?" repeated Christy, laughing at his cousin's persistence. "I was not; I had nothing to do with the sloop. She belonged to Captain Flanger." The little gunboat had certainly done a great deal of mischief to the Confederate interests, for she had captured two valuable vessels intended for the southern navy, to say nothing of half a dozen others loaded with cotton, and ready to sail. From the Confederate point of view, it was exceedingly desirable that she should be prevented from doing any further injury to the maritime interests of the South. But it seemed almost incredible that Corny Passford should be employed to bring about her capture by stratagem. His cousin was not a sailor; at least, he had not been one the last time he had met him, and it was hardly possible that he had learned seamanship, navigation, and naval tactics in so short a time, and so far as Christy knew, with little practical experience.