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āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ dafabetāđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ āđāļĄāđ āļāđāļāļ āđāļāļĢāđ 2020 āļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ Christy's curiosity was excited: he thought the order would throw some further light on the plan of the pirate; and he seated himself. Captain Flanger proceeded to dictate to him an order to 278 the officer of the deck, to the effect that his sealed orders directed him to cut out a rebel privateer under the guns of Fort McRae; ordering him to head the Bronx to the north-west for this purpose, and instructing him to call him as soon as he made out the shore, Christy wrote it, and the pirate told him to sign it. The dishes rattled for a moment, and then the fugitive heard the step and the voice of Dave in the stateroom. "If he isn't there, we can't have him; but hurry up, Uncle Job, and come over and tell us if he isn't there," said the soldier, as he hurried away as rapidly as he came, evidently believing that hope was a panacea to a sick man. "So far as I have seen, there is not."