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"He has enlisted as a seaman, and seems to be a good one. By the way, where did you learn that my cousin attempted to take the Bronx into Pensacola Bay?" asked Christy curiously, though he was using up the time he could not yet improve.
āļŠāļđāļāļĢ sexy āļāļē āļāļē āļĢāđāļē āļāļĢāļĩ "Mind yore eye, Massa Gumboat!" exclaimed Job, in a low tone, but with great earnestness. The surgeon went below, leaving the commander and Christy together. "Your papers do not seem to be altogether regular, Mr. Passford," said the captain, as he held up one of them so that all could see it. "On deck, sir," reported Ralph, touching his cap to the commander, as Mr. Flint descended the steps to the ward room. "If he can he will not, if they were engaged in an operation in the interest of the Confederates," added Christy with a smile. "That gentleman is Colonel Homer Passford."