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"I am glad to hear it. Have you informed him that we have another lieutenant on board of the Vernon?" continued the commander.
āļŠāļĄāļąāļāļĢ āđāļĨāđāļ āļāļē āļāļē āļĢāđāļē āđāļ§āđāļ āđāļŦāļ āļāļĩ "We may not be able to help ourselves." 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. His scheme, which must have been devised after he obtained admission to the cabin, was born of nothing less than madness, and could hardly have succeeded under any circumstances, though it 302 might have ended in killing or disabling the commander. Christy felt that a kind Providence had saved him, and he rendered devout thanks for the merciful interposition, as it seemed to him. "He is, Captain Passford, for he did not undress when he turned in last night," replied the steward.