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"I have plenty of it for this job. You said five dollars, I believe, sir," added the man, looking earnestly at his passenger.
āļāļē āļŠāļī āđāļ āļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđ āļāļđāļ āļāļāļŦāļĄāļēāļĒ A minute later Christy appeared with his report in his hand, and both of them were presented to the captain. The handwriting was as different as possible in the two papers. Corny's was in a large, coarse hand, but it was a fair copy, while Christy's contained several corrections and inter-lineations. No one could recognize the writing of either of the claimants, and the documents proved nothing at all. The captain was evidently weary of the investigation, and nothing but the commission 87 seemed to throw any reliable light upon the claim of either one or the other. "I ought to be, for I am a whiter man than Captain Flanger." "The plan was not finally successful, more is the pity," added the Southern gentleman. "He is a prisoner on board of the Bronx, with two Confederate naval officers who were his associates in the conspiracy; and we have also two seamen," replied Christy, who proceeded to give the narrative in full of the work done on board of the Bronx on the evening of the day she sailed from the station. "But, Christy, something has happened; and you must tell me about it, or I shall not sleep another wink to-night," persisted the lady, concluding that her son was trying to conceal something from her, as indeed he was, for he feared it would alarm her if he told her some one had come into the house.