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"You appear to be wounded, Captain Flanger?" said Christy, approaching the table.
āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ āļāļąāļāļĢāļē āļāđāļ āļĢāļāļ Christy seated himself and began to consider the strange situation. "Will it be the highest prudence to permit the conspirators to take the Bronx into a Confederate port, Pensacola, or any other?" demanded Christy with more earnestness than he had yet manifested. Mr. Pennant put out the light in his lantern, and the party started to cross the island. He rang the bell, and the sound from it reverberated through the entire mansion. It was some time before a servant came to open the door; but the man who let him in was astonished to see him partially dressed, and wondered if he had not been walking in his sleep. In the lower hall, he was satisfied that the whole house was astir, for the gong which had sounded was the "emergency 21 bell," used only when the ordinary one at the front door was not likely to be heard.