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āļāļĩāđāļāđāļ āļŠāļāļāļĢāđāļ āđāļĄāļ āļŠāļāļāļĢāđāļ āļāļđāļĨ 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. "Michael Bornhoff," replied the prisoner. "That's bad," added Mr. Flint, shaking his head. Suddenly the officer started back, and began to look very sharply at the presumed sailor. But the file pressed behind him, and Christy was too glad to move with it to delay a moment longer. He went below to the familiar quarters of the crew, and saw many of his old seamen still on board, though many of them had been taken to reinforce other vessels. Christy was utterly confounded at this salutation.