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āļŠāļđāļāļĢ āļāļē āļāļē āļĢāđāļē āļāļēāļĒ āļŦāļąāļ§ Both Christy and Dave kept their positions, each with a revolver in his hand, ready to finish the victim if he exhibited any symptoms of further violence. This was the tableau presented in the captain's cabin when the door was suddenly opened by the first lieutenant, who rushed in, followed by the second lieutenant and Quartermaster Vincent. Mr. Flint had been on the quarter-deck, 283 and had heard the report of Christy's revolver when he fired. Calling Mr. Camden and the quartermaster, he has come to ascertain the cause of the fracas; and the sight was certainly impressive when he entered. "You made no protest to the flag-officer, but suddenly disappeared. When I went to my stateroom in the evening, your cousin was in command, and had sailed to execute the orders given him. You can judge of my astonishment when I learned 190 just now that the captain and his officers were prisoners," the surgeon explained. "I find no fault with you on that account, doctor," added Christy. "He could not have been disturbed until you spoke to him; and he might have ransacked the whole of the lower part of the house." "Ensign Gordon Fillbrook," replied Corny promptly.