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āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ āļĒāļīāļ āļāļĨāļē āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ āđāļĄāđ āļāđāļāļ āđāļāļĢāđ "How do you find yourself, Corny?" asked the captain, turning to the berth. "At Bonnydale, on the Hudson," answered Corny, as we may call him now that the reader knows who he is. "Mr. Vapoor, chief engineer of the Bellevite," said the executive officer, presenting Christy's 295 greatest crony on earth, for he had held back in deference to his superior officer. "I have just told you that the first lieutenant is a Confederate officer; and I have not yet learned who is the third lieutenant. Among the crew I 133 know there are at least four men, and there may be twenty of them, who are to take part in this plot. The loyal men will not be likely to interfere with the officers unless they have a leader. The fact that the Bronx is headed into a Confederate port would not create a rebellion on board unless they were informed of the actual situation. By the time the union men found out the plot, it would be too late for them to do anything, for the vessel would be under the guns of the forts." "What good will that do?" demanded Christy. "My cousin has made out his case before the captain of the Vernon."