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āļāļēāļĢāļēāļ āļāļāļĨ āļ§āļąāļ āļāļĩāđ āļāļļāļ āļĨāļĩāļ āļāļĩāđāļāđāļ āļāļāļĨ āļ§āļąāļ āļāļĩāđ "Then you can tell me better than any one else in regard to my status on board of the Bronx," added the colonel, who had won this title years before in the militia. "Am I considered a prisoner of war?" The commission and other papers were all right in every respect. Christy handed his envelope to the commander, and he broke it open. It contained nothing but a lot of blank paper. It was plain enough to Christy that the remarkable attempt of one or the other of the officers on board as passengers to personate the other had been explained to those on the quarter-deck, for he observed that they all regarded him with curiosity, and were interested in the matter. As the surgeon passed near him he spoke to him. "You know that I am. Wasn't the commission decided to be mine?"