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āđāļ§āđāļ āļāļāļąāļ āļāļāļĨ āđāļāļ āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ āđāļĄāđ āļāđāļāļ āļāļēāļ "Perhaps not, for I intend to replace her with the Bronx." When he realized that the scheme of his cousin, or whoever had devised it, was in a fair way to accomplish its object, Christy felt that he must do something. Though he was a prisoner and in 116 disgrace, he did not feel that he was absolved from the duty of attempting to save the Bronx to the union. He had refused to accept a parole, or anything of that kind, and his honor as an officer did not require him to submit to the discipline of his situation. He was a prisoner; but the responsibility of retaining him as such belonged to the captain of the Vernon for the present. 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. 327 "Dar's somebody comin' from de fort! He's comin' mighty quick shore." "De doctor! Be you a doctor, sar?"