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"I don't quite understand this matter," said the surgeon. "What are you doing, Mr. Passford?"
āļŠāļĨāđāļāļāđāļāđāļāļāļāļāļāļēāļŠāļīāđāļāļāļąāđāļāļŦāļĄāļ "What steamer is that?" called Mr. Blowitt. "Thank you, sir; I will take some of it, if you please," replied Christy, as he passed his plate across the table. "Of course, as you have done me the honor to take a seat at my table, I must be acquainted with you." "But it appears that you promptly accepted your commander in the person of my cousin," said Christy, laughing in spite of the gravity of the situation. "Very likely; and I dare say you know all about this region." "With their arms locked together behind them, they are not in condition to do any harm," added Mr. Flint. Before the Vernon reached The Narrows, everything on her deck had been put in order by the large crew, and less activity prevailed on board. Christy thought it was time for him to report to the commander, and he moved aft for this purpose. He did not even know the name of this gentleman, and he saw no one to introduce him formally; but the ensign in command had doubtless received an order to take him as a passenger to the Gulf.