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"Then we understand each other, Mr. Bornhoff," added Christy.
āļĢāļēāļāļē āļāļāļĨ āļāļļāļ āļĨāļĩāļ āļ§āļąāļ āļāļĩāđ "That sail appears to be headed for the station. She is a large steamer, and I judge by the way she is coming up with us that she is very fast," added Christy with some anxiety in his tones. "How high is the grass in the streets of New York, Christy?" asked the colonel, with a twinkle of the eye, and a smile. "Certainly not; for as soon as it was seen on board of the flag-ship that the commander of the Bronx was disobeying his orders, we should be chased by the two ships on the station and fired upon." Christy had hardly finished his instructions to the steward before he heard footsteps in the cabin. Dave looked into the apartment and discovered Mr. Flint, who went into the stateroom at once. "You can trust Dave, Massa Christy," replied the steward, as the officer drew back into his hiding-place.