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CHAPTER XXI A NON-COMBATANT ON BOARD THE BRONX
āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ āļāļļāļ āļāļđāđ āļāļļāļ āļĨāļĩāļ āļ§āļąāļ āļāļĩāđ "It is within the limits of the town of Montgomery." "She must be a steamer of fifteen hundred tons, and perhaps more," said Mr. Flint, after he had looked at her through his night glass. "I am sure I don't know, Mr. Galvinne; I did not order them there," replied the third lieutenant, who was in charge of the deck. "I can say with entire confidence that I was in command of the Vixen," added Christy. "I cannot accept a parole, captain, for that would be equivalent to an admission that I am a Confederate; and I claim to be a loyal officer." "He remembers me," said Mike turning to the lieutenant. "We have struck the right man. But he don't mean that I am any wickeder than the rest of the world. I used to be called here by my last name, and Job invented the pun he has just used."