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āđāļ§āđāļ āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ āđāļĄāđāļ āļāļĩāđāļŠāļļāļ 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. "I am glad to hear it, sir, for you appeared to be quite sick last night when you came on board," added the quartermaster. The Vernon continued on her course, and in another hour the pilot had been discharged. Christy had puzzled his brains over the events of the day and the night before without being able to arrive at any satisfactory conclusion. He was extremely anxious to see the officer who had taken his name and assumed his character, as he was to obtain all the information within his reach. His reflections assured him that some one had chosen the rôle of an impostor for the purpose of accomplishing some treasonable object, and he was anxious to fathom the mystery for his country's sake rather than his own. "I submit to your authority, Captain Battleton," replied Christy, bowing to the commander.