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āļāļēāļĢāļāļāļąāļāļāļļāļāļāļāļĨāļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđ At this moment the captain appeared in the gangway, and interrupted the conversation. He informed the prisoner of war, as he chose to regard him, that he had directed the carpenter to put up a temporary berth for him. Christy opened his valise, and took from it his frock, which he put on after he had disposed of his coat. Then he looked like a common sailor. He was informed that his berth was just forward of the steerage, in that part of the steamer where the men slung their hammocks. The third lieutenant was directed to show him to the place indicated. "On board the steamer!" replied Mr. Flint from the bridge. "Then the Floridian is all ready to come out of the bay?" asked Christy, suppressing the excitement he was beginning to feel. "I don't want him to take me simply because my father desires him to do so," answered the young commander, shaking his head.