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CHAPTER XIX THE SKIPPER OF THE SLOOP MAGNOLIA
āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ āļāļ·āļ āļāļĩāđ āļāļļāļ āļĨāļĩāļ āļāļļāļ āļāļđāđ Christy heard the footsteps of the late second lieutenant of the Vernon as he left the cabin. He had listened to the details of the plan formed by the naval officer, and it agreed with the prediction of Mr. Flint. While he was thinking of what he had just learned, he heard the step of Cornyâfor it could not be that of any other person so soonâcoming into the stateroom; then he saw his feet from behind his barricade of bags and baggage. "I cannot say that I was; the cause of the South is religion itself, and I am there every time. Who told you that I had been engaged in smuggling?" In less than another half hour, Christy heard a knock on the cabin door, which was the signal from the second lieutenant that it was time to begin operations. He crawled to the front of the space beneath the berth at the sound, and at the same moment Dave came in at the door of the stateroom, which had been left open. "I don't know where I am ordered, and this Flanger is capable of making mischief if I should happen to get into a tight place," added Christy. "I suppose you are returning to the station off Mobile Bay, and you can dispose of him better than I can."