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"At Bonnydale, on the Hudson," answered Corny, as we may call him now that the reader knows who he is.
āļĄāļē āļŠ āļāļē āļĢāđāļē āđāļŦāļ āļāļĩ "Does he talk at all?" "He might have taken Florry's watch, she was so careless as to leave on the table in the sitting-room," added she. No doubt he was greatly surprised to hear his name, pronounced as though it came up through the deck, as he had abundant reason to be. The commodore shook his head, but he looked very good-natured. Christy narrated the part Dave had taken in the capture of Captain Flanger in the cabin, and in recovering possession of the Bronx when it was shown that the officers were rebels. Mr. Flint was sent for. He was quite as earnest in his plea for the steward as the commander had been, and the written appointment of Mr. David Davis was in Christy's hands when the flag-officer took his leave of the wounded commander. "I did not mean to allow the sloop to be captured by a boat load of men like that," replied Captain Flanger; "and if our men had used their bayonets we should have been all right. I told them to fix their bayonets, but they paid no attention to me." "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.