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āļāļē āļŠāļī āđāļ āļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđ āđāļāļēāļŦāļĨāļĩ He knew also that if he attempted to leave the cabin to procure assistance, Flanger would shoot him with as little remorse as he would kill a coon in the woods. Watching his opportunity without trying to get behind the intruder till the decisive moment came, he sprang into the position he had selected in advance, and brought down the heavy head of the feather duster upon the temple of the privateersman. "You must draw your own inferences, Captain Flanger." "I don't think it will, Galvinne. Behave like a gentleman, and we shall have no difficulty," added Corny. "I done get sick, massa, and I's gwine up to de big house to see de doctor," replied the negro, who probably used the first excuse that came into his head. "Not improbable," added Christy. "You propose that I shall go on deck, and give your orders, acting as your proxy." It was now all as clear to Christy as though he had observed the proceedings of the conspirators, and taken notes of all they had done. The purpose of all these operations was quite as obvious as the details of the scheme. Either the Vernon or the Bronx was to be captured, perhaps both, for of course Christy could not determine in what manner the mischief was to be accomplished. Prisoner of war as he was, he never felt burdened with a greater responsibility than when he realized the actual situation.