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āļāļēāļ āļāļąāđāļ āļāđāļģ 1 āļāļēāļ "Mr. Passford," continued the captain, indicating Christy with his finger, "your father's name, if you please." "This is an informal conference, doctor, and I hope you will express your views freely," said the captain. "Who was the other officer?" What he had learned within the last few moments was even more perplexing than the mysterious visitation at Bonnydale. Then the appearance of Walsh on board, and his denial of his identity, were still in his mind, and he wondered whether or not all these strange circumstances had any connection. But he was standing in the presence of the commander of 49 the steamer, and he had no time to reach a conclusion of any kind, satisfactory or otherwise. "I beg your pardon, Captain Flanger, but do you really purpose to blow out the brains of your figure-head?" asked Christy, as coolly as though no such threat had been suggested to him. "The boats of the Mercidita and Sagamore have captured the place, and picked up five or six small vessels loaded with cotton, I was informed by the commodore," replied Christy.