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āļāļĢāļ§āļ āļāļ°āđāļāļ āđāļ āđāļāđāļ "That is very odd," mused the officer, wondering whether this sudden disappearance had anything to do with the principal event of the preceding night. The temporary berth was finished, the bedding put into it, and Christy took possession of it. For the present he had done all the thinking he cared to do, and he felt that his present duty was in action. He was a prisoner of war, and as such he was in disgrace in a loyal ship's company; at least, he felt that he was so under present circumstances. He was not disgusted at his failure to establish his identity, nor disheartened at the prospect before him. More than ever before in the two years of his experience as a naval officer, he realized that it was his duty to "Stand by the union." "Fourteen and a half feet!" shouted the leadsman.