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āļĒāļīāļāļāļĨāļē Phat Loc 2 āļĒāļīāļāļāļĨāļēāļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđ "That's my nameâByron, sir, at your service," said the man, as he touched his cap to the lieutenant, and rushed forward in answer to the call of his superior, evidently glad to escape from the inquisition to which he had been subjected. "On deck!" he added, as he made his way to the forecastle. The sea was smooth, and the commander of the Bronx was directed to bring her alongside the flag-ship. As soon as this was done, all the prisoners on board of her were transferred to the custody of the commodore. Christy introduced his uncle Homer to the flag-officer, suggesting that he was a non-combatant, and stating that he had offered to put him on shore at St. Andrew's Island. "Just so; and I dare say he is asleep in his stateroom at this moment."