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"Of course you cannot expect me to betray the confidence of the commodore; that would not be kind or friendly on your part, Captain Flanger, for you can see that this is a delicate matter," said Christy, halting in front of the table.
4 āđāļāļĩāļĒāļ āļāļĩāđāļāđāļ āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ "One thing more, Captain Passford," continued the flag-officer; "the ship's steward of the Mercidita has been very sick for three weeks, and has applied for a sick-leave. I shall be obliged to transfer Mr. Nawood of the Bronx to his place." "I will have a talk with him," replied the commander, as he left the bridge. But Job was very obliging, and he made a hissing sound, followed by an effort to sneeze which was a failure. Then he hissed some more, though the loss of his front teeth interfered with the effort. Then he said "fing." The surgeon went below, leaving the commander and Christy together. "Farce! Do you cod this a farce?" demanded the wounded man indignantly. "You have shot off by dose!" "My master was the captain of the Floridian, and we came out here to see if there was any blockader near, that had come up in the fog. The steamer was to be brought out by the 229 pilot, who has been on board of her for three days."