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"I am, uncle Homer," replied the young man.
āđāļāđāļēāļĄāļ·āļāļĢāļąāļāđāļāļāļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđ 289 "Thank you, Captain Passford," replied the steward. "You are not sea-sick?" inquired the doctor, laughing. "Well, Mr. Flint, we have been more successful than I feared we might be," said Christy, after the prisoners except Corny had been put in irons, though they consisted of only five officers and seamen. 321 "That's just what it is." "Who were the men with muskets on board of the sloop?" Christy put his valise in a convenient place, and then concealed himself in the firemen's quarters under the top-gallant forecastle. He found a place beneath a bunk which would effectually conceal him unless a very thorough search should be made for him. But he only kept this place as a resort in case of emergency, for he placed himself where he could see out at the door; and it was a good location to overlook all that took place on the quarter-deck where the officers were, and the waist where the men had been assembled.