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pg 20 āļĢāļąāļ 100 āļĨāđāļēāļŠāļļāļ Christy struck his bell, and the steward promptly appeared at the door. "Well, Captain Passford, if you fail to comprehend my purpose, it is the fault of your understanding, and not of my plain and explicit declaration, for I assuredly said that I intended to replace the Floridian with the Teaser, or the Bronx as you have named her, though she will not be called by any such nut-cracking name after I get her," replied the daring privateersman, as blandly and pleasantly as though he were planning a picnic. At the last order the men levelled their oars, feathering the blades, and remained like eight statues in their seats. Vincent listened with all his ears in the dead silence which prevailed. "Then you were not at Bonnydale?" demanded Christy sharply. "He was not an officer, either of the navy or the army, but my cousin, Cornelius Passford, a soldier in the Confederate army."