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Christy thought this would be an excellent retreat for him, not only because it promised him the greatest security, but because it would permit 126 him to hear what passed between the pretended commander and others, especially Mr. Galvinne. He had been reasonably confident of returning to the gunboat when he went to the North as prize master, though not as her commander, and he had left his trunk on board.
āļāļļāļāļāļāļĨ āļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđ sbo "All sorts o' tings, massa; guns, and pistols, and close. Dis nigger help take de tings out ob her." "No, sir; that is not my name, and I supposed that you spoke to some other man," pleaded the late man-servant of the mansion at Bonnydale. "Sit down on the floor, Dave, and I will tell you all about it," continued Christy, though the difficulty of convincing the steward was not unexpected. "I don't think it will, Galvinne. Behave like a gentleman, and we shall have no difficulty," added Corny.