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"At present, I do not, captain."
āļāļēāļāļīāļāļ°āļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđ 63 "Can you make anything of this affair yet, Mr. Passford?" asked Captain Battleton. "That is my commission," replied Corny, putting his hand involuntarily on his left breast, where he had carried his papers on board of the Vernon. "Precisely; and you are a better-looking one than your cousin. But excuse me for changing the subject of the conversation, for I am losing 274 time. I see by the telltale over our heads that the Bronx is headed to the south-west, which is doubtless the course you were ordered to take by the commodore." "I see you are; but you decline to permit the surgeon to dress your wound. I have no more time to fool with you, and the men will put you on a berthsack forward. If you want the surgeon to attend to your wound, you have only to say so." No doubt he was greatly surprised to hear his name, pronounced as though it came up through the deck, as he had abundant reason to be. "You have been very fortunate, nephew; but it will be impossible to conquer the South. We shall be the victors in the end as sure as there is a God in heaven who watches over the affairs of men." 132 "Into Pensacola!" exclaimed the steward, aghast at the remark.