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"Your name is not Walsh!" exclaimed Christy with a frown.
āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ āļāļēāļ āļĢāļąāļ āđāļāļāļąāļŠ "Clear as a bell, and bright starlight," replied the executive officer. "I do not so consider you, uncle Homer; but I cannot say how my superior officer will look at 236 the matter when I report to him. You were taken in a sloop that fired upon the first cutter of the Bronx, wounding one of the crew and the officer in command." "Just so; and I dare say he is asleep in his stateroom at this moment." "Now tell me what you know about that expedition on board of the Magnolia," said Christy more earnestly. "Mr. Pennant reports that your passengers claimed that they were peaceable citizens, and that your sloop was bound to Appalachicola. Was that true?" "I went to sea for eleven years, and Captain Flanger, father and son, put my wages in their pockets."