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The skipper took his cap off, and bowed very low to Christy when he realized that he was talking to the principal personage on board of the gunboat. He was well dressed for one in his position, and displayed no little dignity and self-possession. Perhaps, if he had not been tainted with a few drops of black blood in his veins, he might have been a person of some consequence in the Confederate service.
āļāļĩāđāļāđāļ āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ āļāļ·āļ āļāļĩāđ "Not exactly; but she is well filled with his people," replied Mr. Pennant, laughing. "No one thought you would hide in the captain's cabin." "Invite the first lieutenant to the captain's cabin," said Dave. "Yes, sir;" and the steward left the cabin. "Mr. Camden will take charge of the second cutter," added Christy. "I beg your pardon, Mr. Passford, but I did not intend to question the truth of your reply to my question," said the commander, fearing that he had overstated his doubts. "I am 52 simply bewildered, confused, confounded by this interview." "No, captain: I have not. That is not my affair, and I don't meddle with what does not concern me."