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ts9ta āļāļē āļŠāļī āđāļ "Any orders, Captain Passford?" asked the first lieutenant, as he saw that Christy appeared to be master of the situation. The lieutenant's first thought, after he realized the intention of the intruder, was that he was insane, for no man in his senses would think of accomplishing such a mad enterprise. His second idea was that he had mistaken the declaration of Captain Flanger, though he had certainly said that he meant to replace the Floridian with the Bronx, and the statement could hardly mean anything else. "I don't believe you will find many hands down here, Mr. Pennant," said Mike in a whisper. "What is your name, my man?" asked Christy, as he looked over the stalwart form of the skipper of the Magnolia. The crew had been ordered to ease off, and the cutter moved very slowly. A quarter of an hour later the sounding was ten and three-quarters feet. The next report was fourteen feet, and then no bottom at twenty feet. The Bronx was approaching 341 the boat with full steam, and stopped her screw a short distance from the cutter. In a few moments more the boat was at the davits, and the commander of the expedition reported to Captain Passford.