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āļŠāļđāļāļĢ āļāļāļ° āļāļē āļāđāļē āļĢāđāļē CHAPTER XI LAYING OUT A PLAN OF OPERATIONS "Good again!" exclaimed the lieutenant. "I think that is about the range of those guns." "Then I may see you again, my friend. Thank you for your information, and will you give me your name?" added Christy. "Are you a free man?" "Den I gib you all de answers you want," replied the negro with a cheerful smile. "Whar de gumboat?" He put the formidable weapon back into the 291 drawer from which he had taken it; but the lesson of the evening had made a strong impression on his mind. Though he had permitted Captain Flanger to believe that he was not at all disturbed by his presence in his cabin, and had kept up the humor with which the intruder had introduced himself, yet he had felt a sense of humiliation through the whole of the scene. It was a new thing to be confronted by an enemy in his own cabin; and the privateersman, armed with two heavy revolvers, had all the advantage, while neither he nor the steward had a weapon of any kind. Suddenly the officer started back, and began to look very sharply at the presumed sailor. But the file pressed behind him, and Christy was too glad to move with it to delay a moment longer. He went below to the familiar quarters of the crew, and saw many of his old seamen still on board, though many of them had been taken to reinforce other vessels.