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āđāļāļĄ āļĒāļīāļ āļāļĨāļē āđāļāđ āđāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļīāļ āļĄāļąāđ āļĒ 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. "It won't take a six-mule team to draw that one," added the privateersman, rather sourly for the first time. "Of course I understood that it would not be advisable for the commodore to let it be known exactly where the steamer is bound, and that you have sealed orders. I shall have to trouble you, Captain Passford, to produce the envelope." "Then I am to do duty as a figure-head, am I?" laughed Christy. "Where did you say your father lived, Mr. Passford?" asked the executive officer. "You are on board of the United States steamer Bronx, and I am the commander of her," replied Christy, desiring to encourage Michael Bornhoff to tell all he knew about the expedition in the Magnolia. "I certainly hope you will do so, sir, if possible." "There comes the Bronx," said a seaman standing at the head of the ladder.