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āđāļāļĢāđāļāļĢāļĄ āļāļ āļŠāļđāļāļĢ āļāļē āļāļē āļĢāđāļē "West north-west, sir," repeated the executive officer, as he gave it to the quartermaster at the wheel. "Just then they were peaceable enough; but they were not when Captain Flanger ordered them to fire on your men. Colonel Passford and I were the only peaceable citizens on board of the sloop, and I was no citizen at all," replied the skipper, laughing. "But he did not." Mr. Camden took off the irons, for he had a key to them, and enclosed the wrist in the new pair. Then the two men were directed to take his right arm, which they did, and drew his hand from his nose. This act roused the ire of Flanger, and he began to struggle; but powerful as he was, the two seamen were too much for him, and he was fairly handcuffed. The second lieutenant was the officer of the deck, and he was sent back to his post of duty. Flanger's face was so covered and daubed with the gore from his wound that the 287 condition of his prominent facial member could not be determined. "All right in every respect," replied the young officer cheerfully.