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"That's so!" exclaimed Mr. Pennant, feeling of his left arm as he spoke; for he had been wounded there, though the injury had not for a moment abated his energy.
āđāļ§āđāļ āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļāļāļĢāļĩ āļĒāļ·āļāļĒāļąāļāđāļāļāļĢāđāļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ "Probably Captain Battleton did not think of that, taking it for granted that you were both sailors; but the other Mr. Passford is not in condition to undergo such an examination at present." "All right in every respect," replied the young officer cheerfully. The strange sail continued to approach; and, little by little, the first lieutenant, who had sailed in the Bellevite several years, identified her as that steamer. It was probable that she had chased some vessel, and was now returning to her station. As she came nearer, she fired a gun for the Bronx to come to; and when within hail of her, stopped her screw. Father and son shook hands, but they were not so demonstrative as they might have been. Christy was not disposed to burden them with his presence, but he insisted that Dave should stay 244 there during the interview. He left them together for two hours, and then sent Mr. Pennant and a seaman to remove Corny to the quarters. Dave said they had talked only of family matters, though the son had explained to his father the plan to obtain possession of the Bronx. "Then I stay for sure; I don't go back on you, Massa Christy," protested the steward warmly. "You may retire now, if you please, Mr. Passford," added the commander.