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Without discussing this matter any farther, Christy detailed his plan to Mr. Flint, which was certainly very simple, and the second lieutenant could raise no objection to it. He was requested to select the men who were to take part in the enterprise, and all the particulars were definitely arranged. There was nothing more to be done, and Christy was left to himself to consider what he had done. The hungry officer helped himself hastily from the table which was waiting for him in the ward room, and then hastened on deck.
āļāđāļēāļ§ āļāļļāļāļāļāļĨ āļŠāļāđ āļĢāđāļāļāđ In less than another half hour, Christy heard a knock on the cabin door, which was the signal from the second lieutenant that it was time to begin operations. He crawled to the front of the space beneath the berth at the sound, and at the same moment Dave came in at the door of the stateroom, which had been left open. "I was not; I had nothing to do with the sloop. She belonged to Captain Flanger." "But don't you believe it will be better to appeal to the flag-officer?" asked the second lieutenant. "Nothing, captain."