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slot999 āđāļāļīāļĄ āđāļāļīāļ āđāļĄāđ āđāļāđāļē "Dave," said Christy, after he had obtained a view of the back of the steward's head which satisfied him that he was the right man. "Here, sir," replied the steward, coming into the cabin and gazing with astonishment at the negro. "This man has done a good work; take care of him, give him a good breakfast, and see that no one insults him." Christy struck his bell, and the steward promptly appeared at the door. Christy did not go near him, but he watched him very closely. He had not long to wait before Mr. Galvinne, who was then the officer of the deck, spoke to him, and they had quite a long conversation. He could not hear a word of it; but the fact that they were intimate enough to 112 hold what appeared to be a confidential interview was enough to satisfy the prisoner that the second lieutenant was the principle confederate of his cousin. How many of the crew were "packed" for the enterprise he could form no idea.